Compton's Finest Lyrics - Hope

I'm a Nestor Ave... 

Nightlife liver, still waiting to grow up 

25 cents now or later, and a soda 

Snotty-nosed kids slap boxing on the corner 

"Hi" - yeah, that's me right there 

Sandy little Jordans and the swoosh in his hair 

In the overall shorts - I ain't have a care 

Contact, 'cause my car's righ there 

I thought I was Pac when 'Hit 'Em Up' came out 

Got in trouble for the music, I was playin' it loud 

Read the credits to all the CDs in the house 

With the... bottle I was rockin' the crowd 

I was eight when I wrote my first rap line down 

Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch 

Are you feeling me? Back in third grade I was killing it 

If y'all don't get the metaphor, it's all elementary 

Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool 

Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school 

Ready for the action, if it happened, I was cool 

I ain't see 'em, if you do, tell my daddy I'm a fool, Kendrick 

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Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe 

But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock 

That boy's bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops 

This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots 

Now what you know about them Westside streets? 

We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep 

Rapping the best in my sleep, that's if I ever slept 

Countin' bars while you countin' sheep, you lookin' at the best 

God-given - I'm been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos 

Sauconies to bold jeans, when Wayne made "bling-bling" I was hip-hopping 

Makin' 'em hot, have a pogo - let's get this cream, cold stones 

I'm fallin' off, hold on - when peeling off, BMX bikes 

Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like 

A pizza and a cold Sprite - peace to the world 

I close my door and make love to the beat 

And fuck your girl... that was K.Dot, then 

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Top-tier, I'm here, they call me King Hope 

With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock 

Street hop from the bottom, we on the street's top 

It's all scenic, believe it, you'll get your bean popped 

I give you my album in replacement of Detox 

I drop shit with ease to let y'all eavesdrop 

On my style, eyes of an owl and stay watching 

Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch 

Or get thrown on the pit, I was thrown on stages 

Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing 

My flow '96, your flow '06 

Your flow "eh, cool...", my flow "oh shit!" 

You flow don't exist, we coexist with the UFOs 

Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don't know 

The aliens panic, packing bags, they hit the road 

The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll