Bills Is Paid

[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 - bitch!!}

[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 fuckin dreams

Where most niggaz I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens

Ain't no freddy, ain't no jason, but niggaz too scared to dream

And they rippin pages out of them books 'bout dr. King

You don't wanna know half the shit I seen

Where readin a magazine get you hit with a magazine

Niggaz ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed

Kill a nigga, 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 fuck 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, niggaz still fake

...I'm so impatient, but I still wait

Dropped "the marathon" in november, niggaz 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 niggaz a few of them

Just like beverly hills, the bitches we usually wear

From wishin on a star, nigga 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'fucker for trayvon martin

I'ma rock this muh'fucker for trayvon's daughter

That he coulda had; where's his killer 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 glass

Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle, "where the cash?"

Retaliation is none, niggaz 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 nigga call it a duck, he gon' eat a thirty-eight

I'm supposed to be this fuckin rich

I'm supposed to be this fuckin great

I'm a (menace ii society), no larenz tate

But me and my niggaz straight and

[Chorus]