Lazarus (feat. The Game)
You left in December you broke up my heart and then left and then packed all your things, you did
And I needed you from the jump but my heart way too frozen and it's not just the same, nah
So I make these tracks I'm on top of the game
And now we the top of the game, west coast
And Lazarus makes all my beats you would think he was back but it's not Dr. Dre
And this the west coast like we back in LA
But I'm from Nairobi we call it E A, yeah
With African mothers and villages that raised us we grew up as kings now we bask in the shade, we kings
And now that my father he's back in the grave
I call him Mufasa he's black and he prays
For Simba the winters turn thinner than dinners and I ain't no sinner but pray that my niggas will stay, nah
All my niggas I'm counting these figures, my niggas
It figures that I would be bitter
Slept on a nigga
But only got better
And now it's carreta
I had me a dream
When I was a teen
That I'd be on screens
And be on the features
You know what I mean
As part of the game
And now I'm with game
So what can I say
Cause mama she prayed, this is L A
Yea mama she prayed
It didn't go astray
They calling him Jay
I made me a way
And I'm getting paid
From back in the day
My heart on my sleep
My gun in its case
This the rebirth of every day
That I didn't die
Just like lil Wayne
Got to look up
Up to the sky
And ask god why
Why he didn't take my life
I wake up every day and I pray, I pray
Hoping that today ain't the day I get my life take away, yeah
And they wonder why a nigga had to sleep with a k, with a k
Waking up in Compton
Looking down a block whole street full of monsters
When niggas got guns like contra
How the fuck are young niggas supposed to survive like that
Wake up smoking chronic looks something like this
I got two dead brothers so I smoke nigga life is a bitch
From here to the motherland
Yeah I miss my brothers, and
The homies
Man
Fuck
Sometimes niggas just wanna live little long, little long
Sometimes I wish I could bring my niggas back and they was just
Damn
A lil' bit stronger
Where's god when you need him
Sometimes you just got to open a brand new motherfucking fifth Hennessey
Just pour that shit out to the earth
For all the ones that's dead and gone
Yeah yeah yeah
And I needed you from the jump but my heart way too frozen and it's not just the same, nah
So I make these tracks I'm on top of the game
And now we the top of the game, west coast
And Lazarus makes all my beats you would think he was back but it's not Dr. Dre
And this the west coast like we back in LA
But I'm from Nairobi we call it E A, yeah
With African mothers and villages that raised us we grew up as kings now we bask in the shade, we kings
And now that my father he's back in the grave
I call him Mufasa he's black and he prays
For Simba the winters turn thinner than dinners and I ain't no sinner but pray that my niggas will stay, nah
All my niggas I'm counting these figures, my niggas
It figures that I would be bitter
Slept on a nigga
But only got better
And now it's carreta
I had me a dream
When I was a teen
That I'd be on screens
And be on the features
You know what I mean
As part of the game
And now I'm with game
So what can I say
Cause mama she prayed, this is L A
Yea mama she prayed
It didn't go astray
They calling him Jay
I made me a way
And I'm getting paid
From back in the day
My heart on my sleep
My gun in its case
This the rebirth of every day
That I didn't die
Just like lil Wayne
Got to look up
Up to the sky
And ask god why
Why he didn't take my life
I wake up every day and I pray, I pray
Hoping that today ain't the day I get my life take away, yeah
And they wonder why a nigga had to sleep with a k, with a k
Waking up in Compton
Looking down a block whole street full of monsters
When niggas got guns like contra
How the fuck are young niggas supposed to survive like that
Wake up smoking chronic looks something like this
I got two dead brothers so I smoke nigga life is a bitch
From here to the motherland
Yeah I miss my brothers, and
The homies
Man
Fuck
Sometimes niggas just wanna live little long, little long
Sometimes I wish I could bring my niggas back and they was just
Damn
A lil' bit stronger
Where's god when you need him
Sometimes you just got to open a brand new motherfucking fifth Hennessey
Just pour that shit out to the earth
For all the ones that's dead and gone
Yeah yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Nderitu
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