[Verse 1: The Game & Meek Mill]

Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful

Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles

Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shootin' you

Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles

Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit

Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral

Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through

Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you

Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right?

Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right

Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life

Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ

Compton, California, come and see what my city like

Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe

Rosecrans, Berks Street, niggas tryin' to murk me

God, it hit me first, G

[Chorus: The Game & Meek Mill]

This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"

The soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"

[Verse 2: Meek Mill & The Game]

Uh, my dog doin' life

Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary

And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared

Cause I got real niggas everywhere

That'll cut your life short like it's February

Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary

'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries

Shit real like 2Pac's obituary

Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary

And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary

They killed my homie, we came back like it was January

The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga

Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga

Cause it's cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out

Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout

So what you talkin' about?

Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em, cause

[Chorus: The Game & Meek Mill]

This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"

The soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"

[Bridge: Meek Mill]

From Philly to Compton, nigga

I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too

But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggas take my life

[Verse 3: The Game & Meek Mill]

Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though

Most these rappers' life is like a fuckin' Miguel video

Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city though

Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though

Niggas sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs

Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes

Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"

The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no

And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though

Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin', try and fade me though

O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose

Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though

I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though

Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho

Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows

[Chorus: The Game & Meek Mill]

This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"

The soundtrack to a real nigga life

Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like

"La-da-da, la-da-da"