Lazarus ft. The Game

You left in December you broke up my heart and then left and then packed all your things, you did

And I needed you from the jump but my heart way too frozen and it's not just the same, nah

So I make these tracks I'm on top of the game

And now we the top of the game, west coast

And Lazarus makes all my beats you would think he was back but it's not Dr. Dre

And this the west coast like we back in LA

But I'm from Nairobi we call it E A, yeah

With African mothers and villages that raised us we grew up as kings now we bask in the shade, we kings

And now that my father he's back in the grave

I call him Mufasa he's black and he prays

For Simba the winters turn thinner than dinners and I ain't no sinner but pray that my niggas will stay, nah