[Verse 1]
I be going through some things, swear it hurts me
My little brother died right before my birthday, damn
And everybody telling me to chill, but how the fuck am I supposed to feel
I swear every time I lose a homie man I be sick
But I’m a loc, fucking n***a I be sea sick
I be hating on the low, that’s that weak shit
All you n***as throwing shots, I play defense
But the time gon come, you gon holler at me
A future legend in the game before ever cracking
Never been a bitch n***a, if you need it, what’s happening
Long as I got money in my pocket n***a I’m happy
I don’t politic, n***as looking for a sound, I don’t follow shit
I keep it Compton n***a, you’s a dummy, now I’m popping n***a

[Hook]
Welcome to this Comptonfornia n***a
Welcome to this Comptonfornia n***a
Welcome back, Comptonfornia n***a
This that fucking Comptonfornia n***a

[Verse 2]
Verse 2, I be killing it
Still AOB even if Joe ain’t feeling it
Villain hoody on my head, I be illing it
Next out the CPT, I’m really it
Bang YG shit, got love for Problem
K.Dot show me love, spit bats with Jabba
J3, Gutta popping n***a, case closed
Blue rag banging n***a, shout out Payso
AV told me run me my money
Been a fan of the game, fuck with me, blow money
It’s Comptown till the casket close
Keep it real in the set n***a, ask your ho
I ain’t never been a sucker, never been a buster
Popping in the streets, never had a beef with mustard
But that’s my n***a, don’t take it the wrong way
If you real in your city, fuck with me the long way

[Hook]