euphoria (Live at Kia Forum)

[Intro: E-40]

Tonight has been a beautiful sight to see so far; sometimes all it take is one domino to fall to get the momentum going, and the west coast needed this reminder. And I'm proud of us in this moment, how fitting that it’s on Juneteenth! This is a victory lap, y'all know what I wore. But man, as history has shown, it's always been a fire and a certain kind of spark coming up out of Compton, especially. Y’all always rise up from the ashes and rise to the occasion. You love when they count you out

[Part I]

[Verse]

Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The voice artist we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'

You're movin' just likе a degeneratе, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin’ stories on the family front, ’cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell them lies on you now

You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify ’em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time

Random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me, and I won't tell truths ’bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]

(Shoo, shoo, shoo)

(Shoo, shoo, shoo)

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

Thinkin' about no reaper, nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Benjamin and a Jackson's all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power, the fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns

Hop online, "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

Daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, get shaky

I'll park his son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough

Today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had said that you got a ring, God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make 'Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me

I don't wanna talk on no celly

You know I got language barriers

It's no accent you can sell me

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Ayy, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade

You should keep it that way

Know some shit about niggas, make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

Ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

Always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that—

You thought, you want that feature request, you know that we got some shit

I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta get—

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and there won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, where is the man? I ain't seen him yet

Give me Tupac ring back, and I might give you a little respect

Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg

Crush my middle name, and still, they walk around with that—

I don't like when you— only you like bein'

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a— hold up

[Verse 2]

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Crush my middle name, and you walked outta that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither

I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga," that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be—

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with ya

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that was said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Oh, what? You ain't—

"Back To Back," I—

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I turn around, tryna run on niggas?

Y'all thinkin' my life is—

That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up (Know nothin' 'bout that)

Then makin' him pray (Know nothin' 'bout that)

Then givin' him truth to walk through life like day by day (Know nothin' 'bout that)

Teachin' him code, and honor, and discipline, listen, man (You don't know nothin' 'bout that)

Givin' him truth, tell him what God's considerin' (You don't know nothin' 'bout that)

Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI?

Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called A.I

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick rider

They run to America to imitate heritage

They can't imitate this violence

What I learned, these niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a two-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family

It can get deep in your family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him

And fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

That's something you don't wanna do

[Outro]

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more