Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton
I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton
Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic
You at the convenient store when it's convenient
Buster ass, nigga don't know the difference between Altadena
Pasadena, you ain't never got your own khaki's out the cleaners
Or seen Serena, swingin' them rackets, playin' tennis
When I was in my tennis swingin', the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch of westside niggas, writin' leftside niggas
Who notorious for doin' shit, just like they Bed-Stuy niggas
I ate at Tams, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute
Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could've came outside and still survived, nigga, I'm walkin' proof

Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishas together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my Pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (yeah)

Suu Whooper, 4Hunnid block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you
Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin'
Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name's ring
Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin'
I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me
I fronted niggas work, they ain't pay me, so now, they owin' me
Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score
I don't panic, we got a panic room at the crib
Shooter's on the roof, really? You ain't livin' how I live

You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishas together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my Pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (yeah)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Larry Darnell Griffin Jr., Nigel Rivers, Shaun Martin