Five Hundred Dollar Candles (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

You're proud of the face that you're You're in the gang From Lime Hood Why? But you're proud of the fact that you're what? Why is that? Why? Yeah 'Cause I'm down, I'm down for it 'Cause I'm a true I'm a true I come from the heart But why? But why, why be in a gang, what's in it for you? What's in it? Well you get killed, right? Yeah What, you mean some of your friends been killed Yeah So? For a simple cause What's, what's the simple cause? Of bein' a Blood On Rosecrans, off Gin and Juice On Rosecrans, off Gin and Juice 'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose L.A. niggas with the bullshit You better not step to me wrong I'll burn five hundred dollar candles Will they mourn me when I'm gone? 39 and I'm still bangin' I can't get out if I wanted to All I did was document my life I ain't put that red rag in front of you My first album had the world lit Hit the hood and brought that Hummer through I finally got the Impala candy painted Show you outta towners what that Summer do Started off with 60 niggas with me everywhere I went 120 cups inside a Summer Jam tent I went from broke, fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aguilera To puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra This is real shit I'm spittin' bars from the gun niggas get killed with I had to cover my son and let that steel spit I talked about in songs, niggas got real sick Dre thought that I was just rappin' I told 'em I had bodies, no tap in Nigga, this the new Compton 2005 my whole life got live Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe Tell 'em why it's West Side 'Cause L.A. niggas with the bullshit You better not step to me wrong I'll burn five hundred dollar candles Will they mourn me when I'm gone? On Rosecrans, off Gin and Juice On Rosecrans, off Gin and Juice 'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose They don't put me on the set at Rolling Loud AK-47 only way I move the crowd This my life It's more than music A lot of niggas rap, but I was born to do it Took my mama two days to give birth And how I repay her? Goin' through her motherfuckin' purse It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt Nigga disrespect her, he gon' touch the earth If it's me or my niggas, then I'ma die first Go on my 'Gram, put that pic of me and Dom on some shirts It's all fun and games 'til that Super Soaker squirt You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt I got two dead brothers, one dead father A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die I got this Hennessy and my nigga Dom Kennedy West Side Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit You better not step to me wrong I'll burn five hundred dollar candles Will they mourn me when I'm gone? Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit You better not step to me wrong I'll burn five hundred dollar candles Will they mourn me when I'm gone? How long? Yeah How long? Uh-huh Yup, straight like that Yeah Five hundred dollar candles When I'm gone, yeah Now step to me wrong Five hundred dollar candles Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (Yeah) Gone, haha I'm gone, yeah Yup