The Game - Bills Is Paid lyrics

[Intro] Long awaited!! Most anticipated We back again; as we welcome you To the Republic, of Cali-for-ni-a {DJ SKI, The Game, California Republic mixtape} {Long awaited, droppin Thursday - b*tch!!} [Chorus] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day Summertime in L.A. [The Game] Yeah; I'm from Compton, home of the fiends Home of the monsters, home of triple beams ...Home of the shattered f**in dreams Where most n***az I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens sponsored links Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but n***az too scared to dream And they rippin pages out of them books 'bout Dr. King You don't wanna know half the sh** I seen where readin a magazine get you hit with a magazine n***az ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed k** a n***a, he be out before the "R.I.P." tat I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered Then I knew it was my callin, G the f** up or die ballin Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin [Chorus] [Nipsey Hussle] Yo! Let's go I'm risin in this game and it feels great Still tryin to keep it real, n***az still fake ...I'm so impatient, but I still wait Dropped "The Marathon" in November, n***az still late ...[intentionally long pause] ...Still show love when I feel hate On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight Or better, blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends Smoking California, eating Peruvian Out on Miami Beach, my n***az a few of them Just like Beverly Hills, the b**hes we usually wear From wishin on a star, n***a took it far And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all Look; it sound crazy when I say it But the fear of fallin off is the only thing that could take it We straight [Chorus] [The Game] I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter I'ma rock this muh'f**er for Trayvon Martin I'ma rock this muh'f**er for Trayvon's daughter that he coulda had; where's his k**er at? The whole hood is mad That ain't the first time, won't be the last See reflections of my past, while I guzzle through this gla** Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle, "Where the cash?" Retaliation is none, n***az can't afford the gas Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates Red Ghosts in the driveway and ducks by the lake Spending time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait Let a n***a call it a duck, he gon' eat a thirty-eight I'm supposed to be this f**in rich I'm supposed to be this f**in great I'm a (Menace II Society), no Larenz Tate but me and my n***az straight and [Chorus]