Ain't Fair

[Part I] [Intro] Yeah, yeah [Verse] Lifestyle of the young and the restless Reckless, slingin' marijuana to mescaline Mama told me I shouldn't mess with them But I confess, them niggas some of my best friends back then Daddy told me I couldn't trust them Gotta get from 'round all the yes men Had to adjust, when I'm alone is when I start to reflect This shit got me all vexed, I'm wonderin' what's next This just in, fucked the bitch in back of the Westin I'm takin' the back streets, all this dirty monеy attract me No, I won't be givin' a scrap to thesе hoes I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes Leavin' LAX, then I'm back at Heathrow Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks These niggas don't even be livin' they raps, nah Lifestyle of the Black and the rich in this bitch You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit When I was younger, it was only a wish Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin' a pic Poppin' bottles, rollin' up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage I'm drownin' my pain in the champagne Got me reminiscin' on back in the day Talkin' 'bout back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up Had a little bit of money, started stackin' it up These days, thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's what's up Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up Still have yet to met another nigga that I could trust Niggas stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks And takin' them shots like it's Starbucks Ain't the only one had it hard that end up breakin' the law But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still, I evolve ('Volve) This for all my niggas low ridin', we got the bounce (Bounce) This for all my niggas that's flockin', we in the house (House) This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now (Now) This for everybody, ayy [Chorus] It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair), out here (Out here) Out here (Out here), yeah It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair), out here (Out here) Out here (Out here), out here (Yeah, out here) [Verse 2] Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors They can never, another level Never settle, I embody Machiavelli I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better I been dancin' with the devil, goddamnit I said it Takin' drugs and et cetera, singin', "Figaro, figaro" Watch me finger roll up the kush No, I'm not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryna smash me They don't know I was down bad just last week Mama hit me up and she asked me [Outro] Said, "Baby, what you gon' do about it?" "Tell me, what you gon' do about it?" "Baby, what you gon' do about it?" "Tell me, what you gon' do about it?" "Baby, what you gon' do about it?" "Tell me, what you gon' do about it?" "Tell me, what you gon' do about it?" "Tell me, what you gon' do?" [Part II] [Intro] I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high What you gon' do about it? What you gon' do about it? Yeah, yeah [Verse] The beat got me hypnotized Scrollin' through my Twitter, timeline desensitized All I see is bad bitches and hoes, rap niggas with dough While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit Open your eyes, open the blinds, look outside Now watch as the dry leaves catch fire [Outro] I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high