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Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now Im countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact Im downin this D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, wont you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin Tetris AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note Its levels to it, you and I know Bitch, be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Who that nigga thinkin that he frontin on Man-Man? Get the fuck off my stage, Im the Sandman Get the fuck off my dick, that aint right I make a play fucking up your whole life Im so fuckin sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin natural like ass with some stretch marks Still will take you down right on your mamas couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I dont fabricate it, ayy, most of yall be fakin, ayy I stay modest bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it wont be the alcohol, ayy Im the realest nigga after all Bitch, be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down 1.2K
I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem If findin somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy Hold up, bitches simmer down Takin hella long, bitch, give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9 Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh? A$AP , get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith ‘Cause Im the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure? Gettin figures and fuckin bitches, she rollin Swishers Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas They gettin bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a nigga act niggerish But least a nigga, nigga rich I be fuckin broads like I be fuckin bored Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin boys, beast I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem If findin somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin on Make me think about all of the rappers Ive been feedin on Got a feelin thats the same dudes that we speakin on, oh word? Aint heard my album? Who you sleepin on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin read-along Aint a fuckin sing-along less you brought the weed along Then ju-, okay, I got it Then just drop down and get your eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I dont pay for no reduction If its comin from a nigga I dont know, then I dont trust it If you comin for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin Yes, Lord, I dont really say this often But this long-dick nigga aint for the long talkin, Im beast I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem If findin somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley, now Vacayd in Atlanta, then she goin back to Cali Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time She eyein me like a nigga dont exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, Im Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car That mean your friends-es need be up to par See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway Dont get involved, listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holler back, Ill do ya, beast I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem If findin somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy
If Pirus and Crips all got along Theyd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time Im in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga Brace yourself, Ill take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how Im slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin yo hand out the window – check yourself! Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where beep hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin for if you aint walkin up, you fuckin punk? Pickin up the fuckin pump, pickin off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin from AKs, ARs, Ayy, yall—duck! Thats what Momma said when we was eatin that free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in 94, fuck yo truce! Now crawl your head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Aint no peace treaty, just piecin BGs up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct Make sure youre corporate or theyll be callin your mother collect They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit aint no threat You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.A.A.d. city Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga If Pirus and Crips all got along Theyd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time Im in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!— Wake yo punk-ass up! It aint nothin but a Compton thang G-yeah, real simple and plain Let me teach you some lessons about the street Hood It aint nothin but a Compton thang G-yeah, how we do Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad Sleepin in the living room of my mommas pad Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leavin In fact, I got fired, cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin at the mouth I was straight tweakin, the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin You know the reasons but still will never know my life Kendrick a.k.a. Comptons Human Sacrifice G-yeah, cocaine, weed Niggas been mixin shit since the 80s, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds Dip, make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One times crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, its Compton Im still in the hood, loc, yeah thats cool Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules But yeah, thats like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doin the same thang Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, shit Couple of IVs with the fuckin spray-can Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran Crew Im finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave Mount up, regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah Trip, we in the hood still So, loc, grab a strap cause yeah, its so real, yeah Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grands where a mothafucka stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat? If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And its safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of bein a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Kill em all if they gossip The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin the option Of livin a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinkin and drive Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes Probably go to the projects, I Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA Made me an Angel on Angel Dust - what? m.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You aint the one that got fucked up What you holdin it for? Niggas always actin unsensitive and shit Nigga, that aint no word Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Dont even trip Just lay back and drink that2.2K
Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Now I done grew up round some people livin their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask Backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feels Some people wanna kill their sorrows Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes Lookin to make a vow soon That Ima get fucked up, fillin up my cup I see the crowd mood Changin by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience, if you do not hear me Then you will be history, Kendrick I know that youre nauseous right now And Im hopin to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down Ima drown in some poison, abusin my limit I think that Im feelin the vibe, I see the love in her eyes I see the feelin, the freedom is granted As soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize, this is parental advice Then apparently, Im over-influenced by what you are doin I thought I was doin the most til someone said to me Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Aw man… where is she takin me? Where is she takin me? All I, All I, All I, All I have in life is my new appetite for failure And I got hunger pain that grow insane Tell me, do that sound familiar? If it do, then youre like me Makin excuse that your relief Is in the bottom of the bottle and the greenest indo leaf As the window open I release Everything that corrode inside of me I see you jokin, why you laugh? Dont you feel bad? I probably sleep And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough They stomped the homie out over a bitch? K-Dot, you good, blood? Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off That niggas straight, man, that nigga aint trippin We gon do the same ol shit Ima pop a few shots, they gon run, they gon run opposite ways Fall right in s lap And he gon tear they ass up, simple as that And I hope that bitch that set him up out there We gon pop that bitch too Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody Aha! Got them niggas, K-Dot, you good? L, you good? Yeah, blood, Im good – Dave, you good? Dave? Dave, say somethin – Dave? These bitch-ass niggas killed my brother!
I got, I got, I got, I got— Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon I dont contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got— Realness, I just kill shit ’cause its in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin in my DNA I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, yous a, yous a, yous a— Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone dont exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely dont tolerate the front Shit Ive been through prolly offend you, this is Paulas oldest son I know murder, conviction Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids and I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade When I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay At 29, Ive done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And Im gon shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And Nazareth gonna plead his case The reason my powers here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a better life, Im rollin several dice, fuck your life I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a be-, fuck your life 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 This is my heritage, all Im inheritin Money and power, the mecca of marriages Tell me somethin You mothafuckas cant tell me nothin Id rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation Your DNA an abomination This how it is when you in the Matrix Dodgin bullets, reapin what you sow And stackin up the footage, livin on the go And sleepin in a villa Sippin from a Grammy, walkin in the buildin Diamond in the ceilin, marble on the floors Beach inside the window, peekin out the window Baby in the pool, godfather goals Only Lord knows Ive been goin hammer Dodgin paparazzi, freakin through the cameras Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin sandals Yoga on a Monday, stretchin to Nirvana Watchin all the snakes, curvin all the fakes Phone never on, I dont conversate I dont compromise, I just penetrate Sex, money, murder—these are the breaks These are the times, level number 9 Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Motherfucker, I got winners on the way You aint shit without a body on your belt You aint shit without a ticket on your plate You aint sick enough to pull it on yourself You aint rich enough to hit the lot and skate Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith Peace to the world, let it rotate Sex, money, murder—our DNA
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit it, ya bish? Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish Dreams of livin life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasnt cool I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond Let It Burn came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Park the car, then we start rhymin, ya bish The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You lookin like a easy come-up, ya bish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish And thats a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with Thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Thats just how I feel Dreams of livin life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 after school You know, “Big Ballin With My Homies” Earl Stevens had us thinkin rational Back to reality, we poor, ya bish Another casualty at war, ya bish Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head He said one day Ill be on tour, ya bish That Louis Burgers never be the same A Louis belt that never ease that pain But Ima purchase when that day is jerkin Pull off at Churchs, with Pirellis skirtin Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hopin all of em offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gon crash it when nobodys home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with Thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Thats just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Imagine Rock up in them projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus dont miss them stockings Liquors spillin, pistols poppin Bakin soda YOLA whippin Aint no turkey on Thanksgivin My homeboy just domed a nigga I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue Every day Im hustlin What else is a thug to do When you eatin cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter nem Get the fuck up out my way, bitch Got that drum and I got them bands Just like a parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes Hope them boys dont see my stash If they do, tell the truth This the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass aint cut Them serpents lurkin, Blood Bitches sellin pussy, niggas sellin drugs But its all good Broken promises, steal your watch And tell you what time it is Take your Js and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Dreams of me gettin shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel Kendrick’s Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one, he feelin good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin, too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin good. Look, listen to him! Kendrick’s Dad: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass Kendrick’s Mom: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back! Kendrick’s Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?
America God bless you if its good to ya America, please take my hand Can you help me underst— New Kung Fu Kenny! Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks Hell take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis Hell make it Take the gratitude from him, I bet hell show you somethin Woah I chip a nigga lil bit of nothin I chip a nigga lil bit of nothin I chip a nigga lil bit of nothin I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, Bitch, I did that!, X-rated Johnny dont wanna go to school no mo, no mo Johnny said books aint cool no mo Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dog, like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin, he was mobbin, way belligerent and drunk Talkin out his head, philosophin on what the Lord had done He said: K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome. He was lookin for some closure, hopin I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him I cant sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin killed. Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I catch a nigga leavin service if thats all I got I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, Bitch, I did that! Aint no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I cant even keep the peace, dont you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, Im bout to speak at this convention, call you back— Alright, kids, were gonna talk about gun control Damn! Its not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders—look what you taught us Its murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trumps in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest, or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you Crippin or you married to Blood? Ill aks again—oops, accident Its nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera Americas reflections of me, thats what a mirror does Its not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar—
Yeah 7:30 in the night, yeah Ooh-oooh, ooh I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah 7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, Im ridin, why they on me? Why they on me? Im flyin, sippin low-key Im sippin low-key in Onyx, rider, rider When Im pullin up right beside ya Pop star, lil Mariah When I text a cute game, wildness Throw a stack on the Bible Never Snapchat or took molly She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah Oh no, I cant fuck with yall Yeah, when Im with my squad I cannot do no wrong Yeah, saucin in the city, dont get misinformed Yeah, they gon pull up on you Yeah, we gon do some things, some things you cant relate Yeah, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you cant go, oh, I dont know Oh, back the fuck up off me I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my I want a green light, I wanna be like I wanna press my line, yeah I wanna take that ride, yeah Im gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my— Mama, dear, spare your feelings Im relivin moments, peeling more residual buy the building, burn the building Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more justify my love for you And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for Peter, piper, picked a pepper So I could pick your brain and put your heart together We depart the shady parts and party hard The diamonds yours, the coupe forever My best shots might shoot forever like I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time
I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist I can feel the changes I can feel a new life, I always knew life can be dangerous I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me its painless You dont know what pain is How can I paint this picture When the color blind is hangin with you? Fell on my face and awoke with a scar Another mistake livin deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every making of his? Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge Even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me thats amazin To you thats a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, dont kill my vibe! Bitch, dont kill my vibe! I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Im tryin to keep it alive And not compromise the feeling we love Youre tryin to keep it deprived And only co-sign what radio does And Im lookin right past you We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles You live in a world, you livin behind the mirror I know what you scared of The feeling of feeling emotions inferior This shit is vital, I know you had to This shit is vital, I know you had to Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain Rather a seasonal name Ill let the people know this is somethin you can blame On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box Ima break out and then hide every lock Ima break out and then hide every lock I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me, then put me on stages To me, thats amazin To you thats a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe You aint heard the coast like this in a long time Dont you see that long line? And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync Hide your feelings, hide your feelings, now, what you better do Ill take your girlfriend and put that pussy on the pedestal Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Walk out the door and they scream its alive My New Years resolution is to stop all the pollution Talk too motherfuckin much, I got my drink, I got my music I say bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Bitch, dont kill my vibe Ayy, K-Dot, get in the car, nigga! Come on, we finna roll out! Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD Get yo freestyles ready!
Mhm, I look up Yeah, and I take my time, nigga Ima take my time, woah Mhm, power moves only, nigga Boy, Im bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor I had women on women: yeah, thats bunk-bed bitches Ive done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin ‘Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base On some ground ball shit ‘Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit They prayin on my motherfuckin downfall, bitch Like a drought, but you gon get this rain like its May weather G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather Champagne just tastes better They told me I never, boy, never say never Swear flow special like an infants first steps I got paid then reversed debts Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress So now Im talkin to the reaper to reverse death Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride Show him I made somethin out myself and not just tried Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind in my mind But fuck tryin and not doin ‘Cause not doin is somethin a nigga not doin I said fuck tryin and not doin ‘Cause not doin is somethin a nigga not doin I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid Bitch, I cant motherfuckin stop movin Go against me, you wont stop losin From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan Yeah, I know that shit aint fair They say Detroit aint got a chance, we aint even got a mayor You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone I knew the world was for the taking and wouldnt take long We on, tryna be better than everybody thats better than everybody Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers everybody Im so fuckin first class I could spit up on every pilot The citys my Metropolis, feel it, its metabolic And Im over niggas sayin theyre the hottest niggas Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot Im one of the hottest because I flame drop Drop fire, and not because Im namedroppin, Hall of Fame droppin And I aint takin shit from nobody unless theyre OGs ‘Cause that aint the way of a OG So I G-O collect mo Gs, every dollar Never changed though, Im just the new version of old me Forever hot-headed but never got cold feet Got up in the game, wont look back at my old seats Clique so deep we take up the whole street I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week Sean Don Miscellaneous minds are never explainin their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin sin, thinkin maybe when you get old you realize Im not gonna fold or demise I dont smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it! Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc Dont you pop me no fuckin pill Ima pop you, then give you this Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line them up And bomb on they mom while she watchin the kids Im in a destruction mode if the gold exists Im important like the Pope, Im a Muslim on pork Im Makavelis offspring, Im the King of New York King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle em both The juggernauts all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends, Im in Vegas Who the fuck yall thought its supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin me Im uncoachable, Im unsociable, fuck yall clubs! Fuck yall pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts! Gobble dick up til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch Ive seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin for parties Playin with Barbies Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, Im either that or a Marley I dont smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it! Im dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis Im aimin straight for your pelvis You cant stomach me? You plan on stumpin me? Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me Bitch, I put one on yours, Im Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you niggas Climbin 100 mil in front of me And Im gonna get it even if youre in the way And if youre in it, better run for Petes sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time Bout whos the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas Eminem, André 3000; the rest of yall New niggas just new niggas, dont get involved And I aint rockin no more designer shit White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvettes anonymous Im usually homeboys with the same niggas Im rhymin with But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay Electron, Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all, but Im tryna murder you niggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas What is competition? Im tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? Youre better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land With the hand full of arthritis and poppin prosthetic leg Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread West Coast You could check my name on the books I Earth Wind & Fire’d the verse, then reigned on the hook The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers We live by every single word she ever told us Watch over your shoulders And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldest The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova I’m spittin this shit for closure And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova To all you magicians that’s fidgetin with the cobra I’m solid as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock That’s why I came with the rock Then signed my name on the Roc Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot ‘Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark You go from blind sight to hindsight Passion of the Christ, right, to baskin in the limelight It take time to get your mind right Jay Electricity, PBS Mysteries In a lofty place tanglin with Satan over history You can’t say shit to me, الحمد لله‎ It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far
Every second, every minute Man, I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch, put your hands up high Hands up high, hands up high Tell em dim the lights down right now Put me in the mood Im talkin about dark room, perfume, go, go I recognize your fragrance Hold up, you aint never gotta say shit Uh, and I know your taste is A little bit, hmm, high maintenance Uh, everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when Youre in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen Better yet, where your friends and em? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends And yall curled in that little bitty Range I heard that she wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga, dont approach her with that Atari Nigga, that aint good game, homie, sorry They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright I really hope you play this, cause ol girl, you test my patience With all these seductive photographs And all these one-off vacations youve been takin Clearly a lot for me to take in, it dont make sense Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin with your other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your momma to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out youre gonna need someone When you figure out its alright here in the city And you dont run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin And your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doin that walk for? When I see that thing move I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more They say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs Unless I write em down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright Every time I write these words they become a taboo Makin sure my punctuation curve, every letter heres true Livin my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof Im talkin poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, its you lookin in the mirror Love is not just a verb, its you lookin for it, maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb And I can see power steerin, sex drive when you swerve I want that interference, its coherent, I can hear it Uh-huh, thats your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, uh-huh Read slow and youll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Im gon ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem. Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie? Yo, I dont care who this nigga over here for If he dont tell me where he from, its a wrap! Im sorry. Hol up, hol up, hol up, we gon do it like this, okay? Ima tell you where Im from, okay? You gon tell me where you from, okay? Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay? Enough with all this talkin. Matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!
I got a bone to pick I dont want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers Sittin in my throne again Ayy, ayy, nigga, whats happenin? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga! Im mad , but I aint stressin True friends, one question Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams— The yam is the power that be You can smell it when Im walkin down the street I can dig rappin, but a rapper with a ghostwriter? What the fuck happened? I swore I wouldnt tell, but most of yall sharing bars Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell Somethings in the water And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold Then Id rather be a bum than a motherfuckin baller Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams— The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two I was contemplatin gettin off stage Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him You goat-mouth mammyfucker I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves Everybodys suicidal, they aint even need my help This shit is elementary, Ill probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybodys screamin, Compton! I should probably run for mayor when Im done, to be honest And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin out the court buildin, woo-woo! Aw, yeah, fuck the judge I made it past twenty-five, and there I was A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him Life aint shit but a fat vagina Screamin, Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay? Limo tinted with the gold plates Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin king Bitch, where you when I was walkin—Gunshot By the time you hear the next pop The funk shall be within you—Gunshot Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk We want the funk We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it? We want the funk I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence1.9K
Damn, love or lust Damn, all of us Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me If I didnt ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I made up my mind at work, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund, dont got you, I got nothin Ayy, I got somethin Hol up, we gon function, ayy, no assumptions, ayy Feelin like Tyson with it Knock it out twice, I’m with it Only for the night, I’m kiddin Only for life, yeah, only for life, yeah Only for life, let’s get it Hit that shoulder lean I know what comin over me Backstroke oversea I know what you need Already on ten, all money come in All feeling go out, this feeling dont drought This party wont end If I didn’t ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net-worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, Id rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund, dont got you, I got nothin Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin lovely, livin lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me Im on the way We aint got no time to waste Poppin your gum on the way Am I in the way? I dont wan pressure you none I want your blessing today Oh, by the way, open the door by the way Told you that Im on the way Im on the way, I know connection is vague Pick up the phone for me, babe Dammit, we jammin Bad attitude from yo nanny Curves and your hips from yo mammy Remember Gardena, I took the studio camera I know Top will be mad at me I had to do it, I want your body, your music I bought the big one to prove it Look what you made Told you that Im on the way Im like a exit away, yep If I didnt ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net-worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, Id rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund, dont got you, I got nothin Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin lovely, livin lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me
Uh, Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I feel amazin, damn, Im in the Matrix My mind is livin on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation Start up that Maserati and – vroom-vroom! – Im racin Poppin pills in the lobby and I pray they dont find her naked And I pray you niggas is hatin, shooters go after Judas Jesus Christ, if I live life on my knees aint no need to do this Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Churchs Chicken All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screamin— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers Ive got 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher And her body got that ass that a ruler couldnt measure And it make me cum fast, but I never get embarrassed And I recognize you have what Ive been wantin since that record That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her She rollin, Im holdin my scrotum and posin This voice here is golden, so fuck yall, I goes in, and— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or, nigga, its go time I roll in dough with a good grind And I run at ho with a baton Thats a relay race with a bouquet They say, K, you goin marry mines. Beeotch! No way, beeotch! No way Beeotch! No way, beeotch! Okay Im never livin life confined As I feel you even if Im blind I can tell you who, what, when, where How to sell your game right on time Beeotch! Go play, beeotch! Go play Beeotch! Go play, beeotch! I look like OJ Killin everything from pussy to a mothafuckin Hit-Boy beat She pussy poppin and I got options like an audible, I be C-O-M-P-T-O-N, I win, then ball at your defeat C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city, mobbin in the street, yellin— All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers Let it run, Ali Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream
Alls my life, I has to fight, nigga Alls my life, I... Hard times like, Yah! Bad trips like, Yah! Nazareth Im fucked up, homie, you fucked up But if God got us, then we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize youre looking at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down? Schemin, and let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of em in my Chevy, tell em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, so my karma coming heavy No preliminary hearings on my record Im a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know its too late Boys and girls, I think Ive gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Wont you please believe when I say Wouldnt you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin at the world like, Where do we go? Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho Nigga, Im at the preachers door My knees gettin weak, and my gun might blow But we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright What you want you, a house⁠? You, a car? Forty acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, Im your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know its illegal I dont think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal Digging in my pocket, aint a profit big enough to feed you Every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico... Ah! I dont talk about it, be about it, every day I sequel If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, thats all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for yall I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs; I write til Im right with God Wouldnt you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin at the world like, Where do we go? Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho Nigga, Im at the preachers door My knees gettin weak, and my gun might blow But we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright Nigga, we gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes Im alright, and youre a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin in the hotel room I didnt wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin for answers
Round your city, round the clock Everybody needs you No, you cant make everybody equal Although you got beaucoup family You dont even got nobody bein honest with you Breathe til I evaporated My whole body see through Transportation, handmade And I know it better than most people I dont trust em anyways You cant break the law with them Get some gushy, have a calm night Shooters killin left and right Workin through your worst night If I get my money right You know I wont need you And I tell you I hope the sack is full up Im fuckin, no, Im fucked up Spend it when I get that I aint tryna keep you Cant keep up a conversation Cant nobody reach you Why your eyes well up? Did you call me from a séance? You are from my past life Hope youre doin well, bruh I been out here head first Always like the head first Signal comin in and out Hope youre doin well, bruh Everybody needs you Everybody needs you Ooh, nani nani This feel like a Quaalude No sleep in my body Aint no bitch in my body, ah New beginnings, ahh New beginnings, wake up, akh The suns goin down Time to start your day, bruh Cant keep bein laid off Know you need the money if you gon survive Every night shit, every day shit Droppin baby off at home before my night shift You know I cant hear none of that spend the night shit That kumbaya shit Wanna see nirvana, but dont wanna die yet Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by? Fuck with me after my shift Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit Thats every day shit Shut the fuck up, I dont want your conversation Rollin marijuana, thats a cheap vacation My every day shit, every night shit, every day shit All my night, been ready for you all my night Been waitin on you all my night Ill buzz you in, just let me know when youre outside All my night, you been missin all my night Still got some good nights memorized And the look backs gettin me right Every night fucks every day up Every day patches the night up On God, you should match it, its that KO No white lighters til I fuck my 28th up 1998, my family had that Acura Oh, the Legend Kept at least six discs in the changer Back when Boswell and Percy had it active Couple bishops in the city buildin mansions All the reverends Preachin self made millionaire status When we could only eat at Shoneys on occasion After Trina hit I had to transfer campus Your apartment out in Houstons where I waited Stayin with you when I didnt have a address Fuckin on you when I didnt own a mattress Workin on a way to make it outta Texas, every night Droppin baby off at home before my night shift, yeah You know I cant hear none of that spend the night shit That kumbaya shit Want to see nirvana, but dont wanna die yet Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by Fuck with me after my shift Know them boys wanna see me broke down See me bummed out, stressed out Thats just every day shit Shut the fuck up, I dont want your conversation Rollin marijuana, thats a cheap vacation Every day shit, every day shit Every night shit, every day shit Every day shit, every day shit Every day shit, every night shit
Everything black, I dont want black I want everything black, I aint need black Some white, some black, I aint mean black I want everything black Everything black, want all things black I dont need black, want everything black Dont need black, our eyes aint black I own black, own everything black Six in the morn Fire in the street Burn, baby, burn Thats all I wanna see And sometimes I get off watchin you die in vain Its such a shame they may call me crazy They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin But homie, you made me Black dont crack, my nigga Im the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean Been feelin this way since I was sixteen, came to my senses You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it Im African-American, Im African, Im black as the moon Heritage of a small village, pardon my residence Came from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide You hate me, dont you? You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture Youre fuckin evil I want you to recognize that Im a proud monkey You vandalize my perception but cant take style from me And this is more than confession I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion Im guardin my feelings, I know that you feel it You sabotage my community, makin a killin You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot I said they treat me like a slave, cah me black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black And man a say they put me inna chains, cah we black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars pon me back But now we have a big whip parked pon the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah we black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus member dat Im the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I mean, its evident that Im irrelevant to society Thats what youre tellin me, penitentiary would only hire me Curse me til Im dead, church me with your fake prophesizing That Ima be just another slave in my head Institutionalized manipulation and lies Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes You hate me, dont you? I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt Watchin me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out Muscle cars like pull ups, show you what these big wheels bout, ah Black and successful, this black man meant to be special Katzkins on my radar, bitch, how can I help you? How can I tell you Im making a killin? You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot I said they treat me like a slave, cah me black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black And man a say they put me inna chains, cah we black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars pon me back But now we have a big whip parked pon the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah we black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus member dat Im the biggest hypocrite of 2015 When I finish this if you listen then sure you will agree This plot is bigger than me, its generational hatred Its genocism, its grimy, little justification Im African-American, Im African Im Black as the heart of a fuckin Aryan Im Black as the name of Tyrone and Darius, excuse my French But fuck you — no, fuck yall, thats as blunt as it gets I know you hate me, dont you? You hate my people, I can tell cause its threats when I see you I can tell cause your ways deceitful Know I can tell because you in love with that Desert Eagle Thinkin maliciously, he get a chain then you gon bleed him Its funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door Beefin with Pirus, only death settle the score So dont matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers Or tell Georgia State Marcus Garvey got all the answers Or try to celebrate February like its my B-Day Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements Or watch BET cause urban support is important So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street When gang-banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me? Hypocrite! 1.6K
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When the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I woke up this morning and figured Id call you In case Im not here tomorrow Im hopin that I can borrow A peace of mind, Im behind on whats really important My mind is really distorted I find nothing but trouble in my life Im fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction Or a reaction of what we consider madness I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright in a fight he tried to put up But the type of bullet that stuck Had went against his will, thats blood spilled on your hands My plans rather vindictive Everybodys a victim in my eyes When I ride its a murderous rhythm And outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back, whispering Get em! I got em and I aint give a fuck That same mentality I told my brother not to duck In actuality its a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if Ill ever discover a passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a youngin In pajamas and dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs dumb Niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child, Im proud and well-devoted This Piru shit been in me forever So forever Ima push it, wherever, whenever And I love you cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me youll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop, I hope— Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80 The message resembled Brendas Got a Baby Whats crazy was I was hearin about it But doubted your ignorance How could you ever just put her on blast and shit? Judgin her past and shit? Well, its completely my future Her nigga behind me right now askin for ass and shit And Ima need that forty dollars Even if I got to fuck, suck and swallow In the parking lot, Gonzales Park, Im followed By a married man, and father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tinklin keys Matter of fact, he my favorite cause he tip me with Es He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week This is the life of another girl damaged by the system These foster homes, I run away and never do miss em See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em Back to where they used to be, then Ill probably be in the denim Of a family gene that show women how to be woman Or better yet, a leader, you need her to learn somethin Then you probably need to beat her, thats how I was taught Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed And Im exhausted, but fuck that Sorry for your loss shit My sister died in vain, but what point are you tryna gain If you cant fit the pumps I walk in? Ill wait… Your rebuttal a little too late And if you have a album date, just make sure Im not in the song Cause I dont need the attention, bring enough of that on my own And matter fact, did I mention that I physically feel great? A doctors approval is a waste of time, I know Im straight Ill probably live longer than you and never fade away Ill never fade away, Ill never fade away, I know my fate And Im on the grind for this cake, Ima get it or die tryin Im eyein every male gender with intentions of buyin You lyin to these motherfuckers Talkin about you can help em with my story You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga Dont ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you aint shit... When the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Sometimes I look in the mirror And ask myself: Am I really scared of passin away? If its today, I hope I hear a Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the Holy Ghost til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that made sure that my lifeline reekin The scent of a reaper, ensurin that my allegiance With the other side may come soon, and if Im doomed May the womb of my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And Im not sure why Im infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about, ’cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe cause Im a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the schema of wonderin when Ima rest And youre right, your brother was a brother to me And your sisters situation was the one that pulled me In a direction to speak on somethin Thats realer than the TV screen By any means, wasnt tryin to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like It need to be told Cursin the life of twenty generations after her soul Exactly whatd happen if I aint continue rappin Or steady bein distracted by money, drugs and 4-5s I count lives, all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day youll be strong Fightin for your rights, even when youre wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when Im gone Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and its my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Promise that youll sing about me forever Promise that youll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that youll sing about me forever Promise that youll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that youll sing about me forever Promise that youll sing about me for— ooooh Promise that youll sing about me forever Promise that youll sing about me for— ooooh Ay, ay, ay, where you bout to go? Nigga, the homies brother—nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone! Hey, come to the store for a nigga, one time. We on the block right now, my nigga, like, we—nigga, we right here, my nigga. Bring a nigga back a black! Nigga—bruh—nigga, they just killed the homies brother, my nigga. We right here on the block, my nigga... Al—alright, nigga—nigga, just come—alright, alright, just call me back, man, just call me back. Bring a nigga back a black! Ahh, fuck... So, so, what we gon do, my niggas? What we gon do? Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga. Like... nigga, I dont give a fuck, my nigga. We can go back right now. Fuck! Im tired of this shit! Im tired of fuckin runnin, Im tired of this shit! My brother, homie! Tired of runnin, tired of huntin My own kind, but retirin nothin Tires are steady screechin, the driver is rubbin Hands on the wheel, who said we wasnt Dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst? Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mournin her Stray bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waitin patiently, but they couldnt Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is lookin Its hard to channel your energy when you know he crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding Im like Tre, thats Cuba Gooding I know Im good at Dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst How many sins? Im runnin out How many sins? I lost count Dreams of ballin like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper callin, Im cottonmouth Money is power Yours is ours Lay with a snitch, die with a coward Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder The same song, a black flower Ill show you how to Dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst What are we doin? Who are we foolin? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it Tired of runnin, choirs is hummin Tell us to visit, we lie about comin Now back to business, loadin the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feudin The beef is bubblin, its no discussion Hereditary, all of my cousins Dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst, dyin of thirst Too many sins, Im runnin out Somebody send me a well for the drought See all I know is takin notes On takin this life for granted, granted, if he provoke My best days, I stress days My best days, I stress days Say fuck the world, my sex slave Money, pussy, and greed—whats my next crave? Whatever it is, know its my next grave Tired of runnin, tired of runnin, tired of tumblin Tired of runnin, tired of tumblin – backwards My momma say See, a pastor give me a promise What if today was the rapture and you completely tarnished? The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest You dyin of thirst, you dyin of thirst So hop in that water, and pray that it works. Fuck! I’m tired of this shit! I’m tired of fuckin runnin, I’m tired of this shit! That’s my brother, homie! Young man, come talk to me! Is that what I think that is? I know thats not what I think that is Why are you so angry? See, you young men are dying of thirst Do you know what that means? That means you need water, holy water You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord Do you want to receive God as your personal savior? Okay, repeat after me: Lord God, I come to You a sinner. And I humbly repent for my sins. I believe that Jesus is Lord. I believe you raised Him from the dead. I would ask that Jesus come into my life. And be my Lord and Savior. I receive Jesus to take control of my life. And that I may live for Him from this day forward. Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood. (Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood) In Jesus name, amen. Alright now, remember this day The start of a new life – your REAL life
Miss me with that bullshit You aint really wild, you a tourist I be blackin out with the purist I made a hundred thou, then I freaked it I made five-hundred-thou, then I freaked it I bought a 87 for the weekend This aint what you want, this aint what you want This aint what you want, this aint what you want And its like that, lil bitch MVP, I dont get no sleep, no, I dont like that, lil bitch Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah, that bite back, lil bitch Do it bite back, lil bitch? Need two life jackets, lil bitch I aint gon hold you, I aint gon press you, never control you I aint gon front you, keep it one-hundred, I dont know you Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin over Stutter steppin, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters Ive been ready, my whip been ready, my bitch been ready, my clique been ready My shits been ready, my checks been ready, my shots on full, thats Armageddon I got pull, I hope yall ready, my tank on full, you know, unleaded I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it My name gon hold up, my team gon hold up, my name gon hold up, my team gon hold up My shots gon fire, my team gon roll up, ménage à trois, my queen gon roll up I hope yall ready, you know Im ready, I reign all day, you know, confetti I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt Miss me with that bullshit Youre not a gang member, yous a tourist I be blackin out, I be blackin out Bought an 83 Cutlass for the weekend I got a hundred-thousand, then I freaked it I made five-hundred-thousand, then I freaked it I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah Fuck his baby mama, tryna sneak diss I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it I havent made my mind up, should I keep it? I got big dawg status, it aint no secret La di da di da, slob on me knob Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car La di da di da, mothafuck the law Chitty chitty bang, murder everything Bitch, Im on a roll, and I put that on the gang Yeah, miss me with that bullshit You aint really wild, you a tourist I be blackin out with the purist I made a hundred thou, then I freaked it I made five-hundred-thou, then I freaked it I bought a 87 for the weekend This aint what you want, this aint what you want This aint what you want, this aint what you want Changes Is you gon do somethin? Red light, green light, red light, green light Red light, green light, they like We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads Egotistic, goin ballistic, why God? Born warrior, lookin for euphoria But I dont see it, I dont feel it, Im paraplegic Tapped in when Im maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC-10s And the pumps in the background I was absent Never OG, standout, I was lackin Everything else, but doubt in the Magnum Holdin Magnums with a Magnum Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope They was like, Nope, I was like, Bùyào, bùyào Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate Throw me off, I be, Off ya head Well ate, on C4, Im way off the edge Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture Fuck your moral, fuck your family, fuck your tribe Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives Who am I? Not your father, not your brother Not your reason, not your future Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit Not your message, not your freedom Not your people, not your neighbor Not your baby, not your equal Not the title yall want me under All hail King Killmonger Red light, green light, red light, green light Red light, green light, they like, we like Fast cars
New Kung Fu Kenny Aint nobody prayin for me Yall know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth Here we go! I dont give a fuck, I dont give a fuck I dont give a, I dont give a, I dont give a fuck Im willin to die for this shit I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit D-O-T my enemy, wont catch a vibe for this shit, ayy I been stomped out in front of my mama My daddy commissary made it to commas Bitch, all my grandmas dead So aint nobody prayin for me, Im on your head, ayy Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin Auntie on my Telegram like, Be cautious! I be hangin out at Tams, I be on Stockton I dont do it for the Gram, I do it for Compton Im willin to die for this shit, nigga Ill take your fuckin life for this shit, nigga We aint goin back to broke, family sellin dope Thats why you maney-ass rap niggas better know If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, Ima make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, Ima make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They wont take me out my element Nah, take me out my element Im allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy An imaginary rich nigga, ayy Seven figures ho, thats slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy Goin digital and physical on all yall, ayy Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy We okay, we let the A1 fly Relocate, jump on the same G5 Checkin for me heavy cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah They never been ready, yeah, I know, yeah, know, yeah 100K spread across the floor, cross the floor, yeah None of yall fuckin with the flow, yeah, the flow, yeah Years in the makin, and dont yall mistake it I got em by a landslide, we talkin about races You know thisll never be a tie, just look at they laces You know careers take off, just gotta be patient Mr. One through Five, thats the only logic Fake my death, go to Cuba, thats the only option If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, Ima make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, Ima make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They wont take me out my element Nah, take me out my element Damned if I do, if I dont Goddamn us all if you wont Damn, damn, damn, its a goddamn shame You aint front in line, get out the goddamn way Niggas thought they wasnt gonna see me, huh? Niggas thought that K-Dot real life Was the same life they see on TV, huh? Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh? Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh? Cause most of yall aint real, most of yall gon squeal Most of yall just envy, but jealousy get you killed Most of yall throw rocks and try to hide your hand Just say his name and I promise that youll see Candyman Because its all in your eyes, most of yall tell lies Most of yall dont fade, most of yall been advised Last LP I tried to lift the black artists But its a difference tween black artists and wack artists If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, Ima make it look sexy Its the one and only, the worlds greatest, the Kid Capri If I gotta go hard on a bitch, Ima make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They wont take me out my element Nah, take me out my element
I said Im geeked and I’m fired up All I want tonight is just get high Girl, you look so good, its to die for Ooh, that pussy good, its to die for Its a secret society All we ask is trust All we got is us Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Kung Fu Kenny now My resume is real enough for two millennium A better way to make a wave, stop defendin them I meditate and moderate all of my wins again Im hangin on the fence again Im always on your mind I put my lyric and my lifeline on the line And aint no limit when I might shine, might grind You rollin with it at the right time, right now Bad girl RiRi now Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, leave it now On your pulse like it’s EDM Gas in the bitch like it’s premium Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane Been a bad bitch way before any cash came Im established, hundred carats on my name Run the atlas, I’m a natural, Im alright Im a savage, Im a asshole, I’m a king Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ya rah You can tell your nigga he can meet me outside You can babysit him when I leave him outside Aint no other love like the one I know I done been down so long lost hope I done came down so hard I slowed Honestly forever, all a real nigga want I said Im geeked and Im fired up All I want tonight is just to get high up All I want is, all I want is Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 10-4, no switchin sides Feel somethin wrong You actin shifty, you dont vibe With me no more, I need Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Tell me who you loyal to Is it money? Is it fame? Is it weed? Is it drink? Is it comin down with the loud pipes in the rain? Big chillin, only for the power in your name Tell me who you loyal to Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark? Is it unconditional when the Rari dont start? Tell me when your loyalty is comin from the heart Tell me who you loyal to Do it start with your woman or your man? Do it end with your family and friends? Are you loyal to yourself in advance? I said, tell me who you loyal to Is it anybody that you would lie for? Anybody you would slide for? Anybody you would die for? Thats what God for I said Im geeked and Im fired up All I want tonight is just to get high up All I want is, all I want is Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 10-4, no switchin sides Feel somethin wrong You actin shifty, you dont vibe With me no more, I need Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Its so hard to be humble Its so hard to be Lord knows Im tryin Lord knows Im dyin, baby
Is this mic on? Hey, Hey! Hey! Turn the mic up, cmon, cmon Is the mic on or not? I want the mic Were bringing up nobody, nobody... Nobody but the number one rapper in the world He done traveled all over the world He came back just to give you some game All of the little boys and girls, come up here Come right here, this is for you, come on up I done been through a whole lot Trial, tribulation, but I know God The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie Pray that the holy water dont go dry As I look around me So many motherfuckers wanna down me But enemigo never drown me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me And Huh, when you lookin at me, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, dont seem shy One day at a time, huh They wanna say its a war outside, bomb in the street Gun in the hood, mob of police Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme, uh These days of frustration keep yall on tuck and rotation I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis Dreams of realitys peace Blow steam in the face of the beast Sky could fall down, wind could cry now Look at me motherfucker I smile- And Uh, and when you lookin at me, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Illuminated— All yall come to the front, yall come up to the front Baby what about you? Come on Lift up your head and keep moving, turn the mic up Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart On my sleeve, let the runway start You know the miserable do love company What do you want from me and my scars? Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence How many times my potential was anonymous? How many times the city making me promises? So I promise this, nigga Uh, and when you lookin at me, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Huh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy dont seem shy Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh one, two, three I went to war last night With an automatic weapon, dont nobody call a medic Ima do it til I get it right I went to war last night Ive been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent Duckin every other blessin, I can never see the message I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave From a negative and letting them annihilate me And its evident Im moving at a meteor speed Finna run into a building, lay my body... Not on my, not while Im up here Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time We could save that shit for the streets We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro 2015, niggas tired of playin victim, dog Niggas aint trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we done lost? How many— Yan-Yan, how many we done lost? No for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost bro? This—, this year alone Exactly, so we— we aint got time to waste time, my nigga Niggas gotta make time, bro The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right? The judge make time so it ain’t shit It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro You know that It’s— its mando, right, its mando And I s— I— And I— And I say this because I love you niggas, man I love all my niggas, bro Exac— enough said, enough said And we gon get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty, my nigga Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check We gon do some acapella shit before we get back to- All my niggas listen, listen to this: I promised Dave Id never use the phrase fuck nigga He said, Think about what you saying: Fuck niggas No better than Samuel on the Django No better than a white man with slave boats Sound like I needed some soul searching My Pops gave me some game in real person Retraced my steps on what they never taught me Did my homework fast before government caught me So Ima dedicate this one verse to Oprah On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish The history books overlook the word and hide it America tried to make it to a house divided The homies dont recognize we been using it wrong So Ima break it down and put my game in a song N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more Black stars can come and get me Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive1.3K
Uh-uh, fuck that Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age dont exist Man, I swear my nigga trippin off that shit again Pick him up, then I set him in cold water Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin Hope that take the pain away From the feelin that he feel today You know when you part of Section.80 You feel like no one can relate Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner Marijuana endorphins make you stronger, stronger Im in the house party trippin off My generation sippin cough syrup like its water Never no pancakes in the kitchen Man, not one of our lives is caught up In the daily superstition that the world is bout to end Who gives a fuck? We never do listen Less it comes with an 808 PlayStation and some drank Lookin around and all I see is a big crowd thats product of me And they probably relatives relevant for a rebels dream Yep, her president is Black, she Black too Purple Label on her back, but that tab is light blue She take it straight to the head, then she look at me She got ADHD Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age dont exist Like woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah Woah, woah-woah And then she started And then she started feelin herself like no one else in this apartment Beg your pardon? Oh, I rap, baby, how old are you? She say twenty-two, I say twenty-three, Okay, then we are crack babies, damn Why you say that? She said, Where my drink at? Ima tell you later, just tell your neighbors and the police relax I stood up, shut the blind, closed the screen, Jumbotron Made to the back where she reside, then she said, Read between the lines, yep Hope that I get close enough when the lights turn down And the fact that she just might open up when the Nuvo start to drown Her body, and I know the both of us really deep in the mood now Its nothin we can do now, somebody walked in with a pound Of that Bay Area kush, she looked at me, then looked At it, then she grabbed it, then she said, Get it understood You know why we crack babies? Because we born in the 80s The ADHD crazy Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age dont exist Like woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah Woah, woah-woah You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite Ecstasy, shrooms, blow, dro, hoes, whatever you like You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light
La-di-da-da-a, da-a La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a Let me tell you, Im out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more Please Please Please Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray-tan It was more than soft porn for the K-Man She remember my Sprinter, said I was in the grape van Uhm—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me—well, lets make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl that love Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now its Dennys, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, its damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit dont add up, youre making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said baby, Spin that round and say the alphabet backwards Youre dealing with malpractice, dont kill a good niggas confidence Just cause he a nerd and you dont know what a condom is The head still good, though; the head still good, though Make me say Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles Buddhist monks and Capn Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kickin in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet Ima put you on game for the lames that dont know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy Scary, scary No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A. Friday night, tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat—somethin pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second-class bitches wouldnt let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A-list? I wasnt even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinskyd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I cant fault em, really I remember Amber told my boy No matter what happens, she aint goin back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin Of weak content and slow jammin But dont worry, this ones so jammin You know it, L.A., its so jammin I be thinkin every day Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time, the pressure The problem aint I be drivin, the problem is I be textin My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was bout their friend that just died Textin and drivin down Mulholland Drive Thats why Id rather take the 405 I be worried bout my daughter, I be worried bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I aint worried bout him Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents What Im supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents Im too black, Im too vocal, Im too flagrant Something smellin like shit, thats the new fragrance Its just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days Im in my Yeezys, some days Im in my Vans If I knew yall made plans, I wouldnt have popped the Xans I know some fans thought I wouldnt rap like this again But the writers block is over; emcees, cancel your plans A thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I dont never drive it It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressin like Cam Thank God for me! Whole family gettin money, thank God for E! I love rockin jewelry, a whole neckful Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when Im workin on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when Im workin on my house Tell em partys in here, we dont need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dickll do that She keep pushin me back, good dickll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dickll put your ass to sleep Get money Big, big money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! I just keep on lovin you, baby And theres no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla- Please, no more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh Let me tell you, Im out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far Swish
Uh, feelin like a vigilante or a missionary Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready Send em to the cemetery with obituaries Dont be scared, nigga, is you ready? Ive been thinkin bout all the Os in my bank account X the hoes in my bed is round the same amount Ever since this new star fame came about Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin out, huh Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling Anything is better than that 1 Train Bag made of Goyard, cheffin like Im Boyar— Dee, probably sellin D in your local courtyard Braids like Im O-Dog, my la familia go hard Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard I roll past and I blaze yall like, Doo, doo, I hate yall When the beef cooked, I ate yall like, Mmm, mmm! Lets play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9s on That banana clip, straight from the rip Ill make that shirt say R.I.P., Im on some shit If Im not the hottest then Hell must have froze over You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was I carry traits of a traumatized soldier Dont look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya Spine right out of place, give me dap like you posed to Darts at your posters, dark nights like this I metamorph like Im posed to, I might slice my wrist Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff Barely even conscious, talkin to my conscience Gettin deeper in these flows like conches Im on my convict, dont drop bars, I drop prisons Dont sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms The violence and the killin, so given They seen my pigment and thought that was the ignance Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet But pass the pot, let me skillet Just got back to the block from a 6 oclock with Jigga And Im thinkin bout signin to the Roc But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks And I swear it hurt me soul I try to prevail but when I preach I only hurt their sales Like youre only gon end up either dead or in jail But you my nigga, wish you the best for real When you mention my name amongst other white rappers Or for that matter any fuckin rapper, fuck it Painter, skater, musician, trailer park, dirt-ditch-diggin Burger-flippin, eat, sleep, shittin human bein, you would be in Trouble to body-double or couple me to these others Cause comparatively speakin, my reach is beyond the bubble That they put me in, my visions beyond the Hubbles I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin again You in school at 10, late, Radioactives goin gold And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck If Im applyin love to my rhymin plus alignin us? Alabamas climbin up—wait! No, I dont give a Flying duck nothin but a buckshot; ch-pow! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood-clot Aint never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show—Yelawolf Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries Antsy cause Im high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers Moonwalkin on the sun, barefoot, with shades on Bitch pussy smell like a penguin Wouldnt hit that shit with my worst enemys penis Bitch, when I say this, I mean this Ho, Im the meanest Dick so big, its like from Earth to Venus That molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off switch Lawless, obnoxious, on that suck my cock shit That is my synopsis, ostrichs posh shit Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this! Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward Cryin tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert Adonis smokin chronic, bout to vomit gin and tonic Just bein honest, tell me, isnt that ironic? Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860 A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me You should have stayed with me Now many Asian bitches lay with me The face is silky like a tablecloth My shorty gallop in the mornin on the beach like a Chilean horse Red roses dropped from boxes very often Confetti torchin, drinkin Henny like Im Kenny Lofton Outstandin, I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin You see us scramblin, sellin Susan Sarandon The cloud of smoke like the phantom Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh You see me comin through in each state Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake Cuffed to my wrist, Ive got the briefcase The gavel slam, Im a free man, try not to eat ham Big K.R.I.T., shawty Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the lac with flats After that, bottles I cant pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?” Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap, when all they had was wack All I wanted was love and all they had was dap Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch Walk the plank or break a bank, Ive been in the business of sinkin ships Chokin niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with Resuscitations cost the label, Im taxin if you want a hit Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here Been a killer, 86er nigga, thats my born year Get the fuck from round here, thats just my country ways Suckin on your mommas titty, bitchin while I was choppin blade Grippin grain, fuckin hoes, candy paint like Everglades Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me? Most rappers hopin the world end so they wont have to drop another album B.B. King saw the king in me, so why cant you? In order to come up close, youll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past Fuck your Louis flag, poppin benji tags on your wifeys ass Thats out of line, but in livin color? Im more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers: a true artist
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it aint too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch stuntin, poppin bottles Gettin drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch and really dont know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your shit, and when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches I tell her, Get him, she say, I got you, I say, No, bitch, I said get him And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, its a stick-up, she scream like a victim Now you feelin so silly, I smoke color purple, Im up in here feelin like Celie Nappy-ass dreads, whats that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch aint no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tellin your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin All of the beans you be spillin, to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillins She know where you hide it tell me where its hidden, she know when youre gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she dont get blamed, we dont snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we dont leave messes Youll only know that its gone when you checkin, then your first thought is to start second guessin She say, Whats wrong? He say, Nothin, keep restin, she say, Whats missin? How you know somethin missin? He scratch his head, she say, Get back in bed, and she gave him some head Boy, you cant trust them bitches, and then she say, Ooh I see niggas in this bitch stuntin, poppin bottles Gettin drunk with these bitches, then when they leave they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches thats with the niggas we followin Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, Dont be so obvious! Mona Lisa, long hair, dont care She handle the business and dont ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells She tell em, Ooh, daddy, lets go to your place, and if he say yeah, then we meet him there She feed him lies with his silverware, she dont want love, she just want her share I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his cause she tell him that it is So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin over I say, Good girl, just remember what I told you, she gave me the salute, I say, Girl, youre a soldier Were waitin outside, watch him pull up, walk up to the door and right before he knock She open the door naked, she left it unlocked, they started French kissin so he didnt see moi And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch, music up loud with his head in the clouds Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out of him, piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown Nigga, turn around, I aint here to fuck around, I aint here to fuck around, caught you wit your pants down You know what it is, put your fuckin hands up, Liz, thats enough, you can put your hands down And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress, and you a dead actor Youll be dead after we get what were after, if Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga Send her to you like she aint for me, nigga, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga She pour you a drink, that drank on me, nigga, she slip somethin in it, now faint for me, nigga Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture, Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga Take everythin that you have til you dont even have an opinion, we have your attention And now youre lookin down a barrel though, nigga, now she lookin for her pantyhose, nigga We just lookin for the casserole, nigga, but she gon show us where you stash it though, nigga Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin at em both poppin up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon be admittin that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin in the walls And he diggin in it like he livin in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the mornin to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie Im a dog in the wind, Im a pit laughin, Ima call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and Im all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, dont you ask me bout a motherfuckin double standard, actin Fuckin on another nigga, thats a negative alone, but you sucked his dick? Thats just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! You fuckin with Waynes? Bitch, gimme your phone! He on your fuckin ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin yourself, lookin at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin his interviews, I dont know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what? I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber Im plannin on aimin, goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch, Im emotional cause Im in stress, Im not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers thats killin that pussy, Im killin myself She say, Ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile , Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, Ooh, no emotion , Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Tell me what you gon do to me Confrontation aint nothin new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you cant bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I dont even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence And calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin? Mothafucka, I dont even like you Corrupted mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealin with A small percentage who Im buildin with I want the credit if Im losin or Im winnin On my momma, thats the realest shit Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Its getting cold when an ego gets to talkin I get involved, like a rebound No control, no, Im switched in the way that you bringin me down Its a turn on, you didnt wait from me Leave me alone, keep away from me And it sounds wrong, get it away from me, yeah I just cry for no reason I just pray for no reason I just think for the life, for the days For the hours and another like breathin I did it all cause it feel good Youd leave it all if it feel bad Better live your life, we were runnin out of time Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer
Povertys paradise I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth Whats up, family? Yeah, it’s your cousin Carl, man, just givin you a call, man I know you been havin a lot on yo mind lately And I know you feel like, you know People aint been prayin for you But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says, The Lord shall smite thee with madness And blindness, and astonishment of heart See, family, thats why you feel like you feel Like you got a chip on your shoulder Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way... Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle Why God, why God do I gotta bleed? Every stone thrown at you restin at my feet Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Earth is no more, won’t you burn this muh’fucka? I dont think I could find a way to make it on this earth Akcuf’hum siht nrub uoy tnow ,erom on si htraE Reffus attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Teef ym ta nitser uoy ta nworht enots yrevE Deelb attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Elggurts fo lluf snedrub yrrac traeh ym ni niaP Reffus attog I od doG yhw ,doG yhW Teef ym ta nitser uoy ta nworht enots yrevE I beat yo’ ass, keep talkin back I beat yo ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo ass if you walk in this house With tears in your eyes, runnin from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat yo ass, lil nigga That homework better be finished, I beat yo ass Your teachers better not be bitchin bout you in class That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all That TV better not be loud if you got it on Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought em Better not hear bout you humpin on Keishas daughter Better not hear you got caught up I beat yo ass, you better not run to your father I beat yo ass, you know my patience runnin thin I got buku payments to make County buildings on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away I beat yo ass if you tell them social workers he live here I beat yo ass if I beat yo ass twice and you still here Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself? Nigga, you gon fear me if you dont fear no one else If I could smoke fear away, Id roll that mothafucker up And then Id take two puffs Im high now , Im high now Im high now , Im high now Lifes a bitch, pull them panties to the side now I dont think I could find a way to make it on this earth Ill prolly die anonymous, Ill prolly die with promises Ill prolly die walkin back home from the candy house Ill prolly die because these colors are standin out Ill prolly die because I aint know Demarcus was snitchin Ill prolly die at these house parties, fuckin with bitches Ill prolly die from witnesses leavin me falsed accused Ill prolly die from thinkin that me and your hood was cool Or maybe die from pressin the line, actin too extra Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate Ill prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body-slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin Or maybe die from panic or die from bein too lax Or die from waitin on it, die cause Im movin too fast Ill prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments Ill prolly die tryna defuse two homies arguin Ill prolly die cause thats what you do when youre 17 All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things If I could smoke fear away, Id roll that mothafucker up And then Id take two puffs Im high now , Im high now Im high now , Im high now Lifes a bitch, pull them panties to the side now Now When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years My newfound life made all of me magnified How many accolades do I need to block denial? The shock value of my success put bolts in me All this money, is God playin a joke on me? Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job? Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before? At 27, my biggest fear was losin it all Scared to spend money, had me sleepin from hall to hall Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin 30 shows a month and I still wont buy me no Lexus What is an advisor? Somebody thats holdin my checks Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt? I read a case about Rihannas accountant and wondered How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers? The type of shitll make me flip out and just kill somethin Drill somethin, get ill and fill ratchets with a lil somethin I practiced runnin from fear, guess I had some good luck At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein judged How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city What they say bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me What they see from me would trickle down generations in time What they hear from me would make em highlight my simplest lines Im talkin fear, fear of losin creativity Im talkin fear, fear of missin out on you and me Im talkin fear, fear of losin loyalty from pride Cause my DNA wont let me involve in the light of God Im talkin fear, fear that my humbleness is gone Im talkin fear, fear that love aint livin here no more Im talkin fear, fear that its wickedness or weakness Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I cant take these feelings with me, so hopefully, they disperse Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax Searchin for resolutions until somebody get back Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I cant take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax Wonderin if Im livin through fear or livin through rap Damn God damn you, God damn me God damn us, God damn we God damn us all Verse 2 says, You only have I known of all the families of the Earth, therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities So until we come back to these commandments Until you come back to these commandments We gonna feel this way, we gonna be under this curse Because He said Hes gonna punish us The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians Are the true children of Israel We are the Israelites, according to the Bible The children of Israel Hes gonna punish us for our iniquities, for our disobedience Because we chose to follow other gods That man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee So, just like you chasten your own son, Hes gonna chasten you Because He loves you, so thats why we get chastised Thats why were in the position that were in Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live Here, in today, in the United States of America I love you, family, and I pray for you God bless you Shalom
Ohhh, ohhhh, woahhh Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh Yeah, uh The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan— When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Wont you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If I’m tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar? Or question my character and degrade me on every blog? Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you’re very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, it’s surely a blessing But a prophet ain’t a prophet til they ask you this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Wont you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that— Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her? You think she gon’ stick around if them 25 years occur? You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt? You think y’all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalized without your life being expired? Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time? Like, who got your best interest? Like, how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending? How tough is your skin when they turn you in? Do you show forgiveness? What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended? What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing? What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge on your mind when it’s mentioned You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom You wanna be remembered that delivered the message That considered the blessing of everyone This your lesson for everyone, say; When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Wont you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga— I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don’t let me resent you That’s not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson I went to Robben’s Island analysing; that’s where his cell is So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me? Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be? See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy’s Law Generation X—will I ever be your ex? Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth a bit—pause Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin y’all It’s respect—but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead? Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it’s Michael Jackson—oh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn’t wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn’t stop survivor’s guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was respect Just because you wore a different gang color than mines Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us But I don’t know, I’m no mortal man Maybe I’m just another nigga” Shit and that’s all I wrote I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain’t really a poem I just felt like it’s something you probably could relate to Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground What you mean by that, what the ground represent? The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil Right That’s how I see it, my word is bond I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor people Right The poor people is gonna open up this whole world And swallow up the rich people Cause the rich people gonna be so fat And they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I’m saying Wealthy, appetizing The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry Right You know what I’m saying, it’s gonna be like You know what Im saying, its gonna be... There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu- They might eat the rich, you know what Im saying? Aight so let me ask you this then Do you see yourself as somebody that’s rich Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities? I see myself as a natural born hustler A true hustler in every sense of the word I took nothin’, I took the opportunities I worked at the most menial and degrading job And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it I went from having somebody managing me To me hiring the person that works my management company I changed everything, I realized my destiny In a matter of five years, you know what I’m saying? I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people Now it’s time to make millions for myself, you know what I’m saying? I made millions for the record companies I made millions for these movie companies Now I make millions for, for us And through your different avenues of success How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity? By my faith in God, by my faith in the game And by my faith in all good things come to those that stay true Right You know what I’m saying? And it was happening to me for a reason You know what I’m saying, I was noticing, shit I was punching the right buttons and it was happening So it’s no problem, you know I mean, it’s a problem but I’m not finna let them know I’m finna go straight through Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall? Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I’ve ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it’s been met with resistance And not only me but, it goes down my family tree You know what I’m saying, it’s in my veins to fight back Aight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like We fighting a war, I’m fighting a war I can’t win And I wanna lay it all down In this country, a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength And that’s right now while you a teenager, while you still strong While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back Cause once you turn 30 it’s like They take the heart and soul out of a man Out of a black man, in this country And you don’t wanna fight no more And if you don’t believe me, you can look around You don’t see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers That’s crazy, because me being one of your offsprings Of the legacy you left behind, I can truly tell you that There’s nothing but turmoil goin’ on so, I wanted to ask you What you think is the future for me and my generation today? I think that niggas is tired of grabbin shit out the stores And next time its a riot its gonna be like, uh, bloodshed For real, I don’t think America know that I think America think we was just playing And it’s gonna be some more playing but It ain’t gonna be no playing It’s gonna be murder, you know what I’m saying? It’s gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker You know what I’m saying, it’s gonna happen That’s crazy, man, in my opinion Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations Lot a people don’t understand how important it is, you know Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic And I don’t know what type of energy I’ma push out Or where it comes from, trip me out sometimes Because its spirits, we ain’t even really rappin’ We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us Damn I wanted to read one last thing to you It’s actually something a good friend had wrote Describing my world, it says: “The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it In order to protect itself from this mad city While consuming its environment The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him But praises the butterfly The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness And the beauty within the caterpillar But having a harsh outlook on life The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits Already surrounded by this mad city The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon Which institutionalizes him He can no longer see past his own thoughts He’s trapped When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city The result? Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different They are one and the same What’s your perspective on that? Pac? Pac? Pac?!
Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy Who will deny that you and I and every nigga is a star? Hit me! When the four corners of this cocoon collide You’ll slip through the cracks hopin that you’ll survive Gather your wit, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize? To pimp a butterfly At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? When I get signed, homie, Ima act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey Ima buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Chunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin, platinum on weddin ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, Ima buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass em all out on the block, whats good? Ima put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the press with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? Yo, whats up? Its Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin, see, my name is Uncle Sam, Im your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind Dont have receipts Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, Fuck your haters I can see the baller in you, I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but its no white-collar in you But its whatever though because Im still followin you Because you make me live forever, baby Count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much aint enough, both we know Christmas, tell em whats on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you aint pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny Ill Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Yeah, lookin down, its quite a drop Lookin good when youre on top You got a medal for us Leavin metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home Tax man comin, tax man comin Tax man comin, tax man comin Tax man comin, tax man comin Tax man comin, tax man comin
Screaming Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated I place blame on you still, place shame on you still Feel like you aint shit, feel like you dont feel Confidence in yourself, breakin on marble floors Watchin anonymous strangers, tellin me that Im yours But you aint shit, Im convinced your tolerance nothin special What can I blame you for? Nigga, I can name several Situations, Ill start with your little sister bakin A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience? Where was your antennas? Where was the influence you speak of? You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her I fuckin tell you fuckin failure—you aint no leader! I never liked you, forever despise you—I dont need ya! The world dont need ya, dont let them deceive ya Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, thats for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent Fuckin hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear— Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Lovin you, lovin you, not lovin you, 100° proof I can feel your vibe and recognize that youre ashamed of me Yes, I hate you, too Housekeeping, housekeeping ¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto! ¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto! ¡Disculpe! Are you the reason why mom and them leavin No, you aint shit, you say you love em, I know you dont mean it I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, cant help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin out You was deserted, where was your antennas again? Where was your presence? Where was your support that you pretend? You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother You promised you’d watch him before they shot him Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches You FaceTimed him one time, thats unforgiven You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit Guess you thought hed recover well Third surgery, they couldnt stop the bleeding for real Then he died, God himself will say, You fuckin failed, you aint try Sniffling I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga I know depression is restin on your heart for two reasons, nigga I know you and a couple block boys aint been speakin, nigga Yall damn near beefin, I see it and youre the reason, nigga And if this bottle could talk gulping I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault Faults breakin to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets, dont let me tell em to the world About that shit you thinkin and that time you gulping, Im bout to hurl Im fucked up, but I aint as fucked up as you You just cant get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof Shouldve killed yo ass long time ago You shouldve felt that black revolver blast a long time ago And if these mirrors could talk itd say, You gotta go And if I told your secrets the worldll know money cant stop a suicidal weakness
Loves gonna get you killed But pride’s gonna be the death of you and you and me And you and you and you and me And you and you and you and me And you and you and you and me and— Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care I care, I care Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen? The better part, the human heart, you love ’em or dissect em Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question? See, in a perfect world, I would be perfect, world I dont trust people enough beyond they surface, world I dont love people enough to put my faith in man I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band I understand I aint perfect, I probably wont come around This time I might put you down Last time I aint give a fuck, I still feel the same now My feelings might go numb, youre dealing with cold thumb I’m willing to give up a leg and arm to show empathy from Pity parties and functions of you and yours A perfect world, you probably live another 24 I can’t fake humble just cause your ass is insecure I can’t fake humble just cause your ass is insecure Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasn’t there Maybe I wasnt there Maybe I wasnt there Maybe I wasnt there Now, in a perfect world, I probably wont be insensitive Cold as December but never remember what winter did I wouldnt blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid Seems like I point the finger just to make a point nowadays Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies Promises are broken and more resentment come alive Race barriers make inferior of you and I See, in a perfect world, Ill choose faith over riches Ill choose work over bitches, Ill make schools out of prison Ill take all the religions and put em all in one service Just to tell em we aint shit, but Hes been perfect, world Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasnt taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasnt there Maybe I wasnt there Maybe I wasnt there Maybe I wasnt there
Dont tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth bout you Dont tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth bout you Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the atlas in this spaceship Candy-coated, my day shifts Been devoted to fuckin up bundles of paper Pi equals three-fourteen The devils pie is big enough to justify the whole thing Wait up, lampin in Jamaica The clouds turnin, my thoughts turnin’ Burnin’ castor oil, yo I been determined to make an earnin This seed in this soil is classified I’m satisfied when I strategize my kids future I aint sanctified enough to say that I wont shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture The more blood pours, but— Don’t tell a lie on me I wont tell the truth bout you Dont tell a lie on me I wont tell the truth bout you My fans cant wait for me to son ya punk-ass And crush ya whole lil shit Ill Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil bitch Tiptoein around my name, nigga, you lame And when I get at you, homie Dont you just tell me you was just playin Oh, I was just playin, K-Dot Cmon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh, you dont wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin out before the vehicle crash, Im on a roll Yellin, One, two, three, four, five I am the greatest rapper alive So damn great, motherfucker, Ive died What you hearin now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga A condo in Compton, Im still in reach, nigga Im fresh out the water, Im bout to breach, nigga The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo cars, mo lears Mo bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck yall, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers You know what the risk is Earthed in ditches, your body revertin to stiffness The whole world gone mad Bodies is addin up, markets about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin And Russia need a replay button, yall up to somethin Electorial votes look like memorial votes But Americas truth aint ignorin the votes Its blasphemy, how many gon blast for me? I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me But when the shit get brackin, dont you ask for me How many leaders gon tell you the truth after me? G Malone, big bro, kudos to him I was two Os from a M, tryna be big as Em Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You lookin at me in Chucks, Im lookin at yall suits Me and Top Dawg playin rock-paper-scissors in court A real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said its like that, dropped one classic, came right back Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack With TOC, you see the flames In my E-Y-Es—its not a game And the whole world is goin mad, daddy, its sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a boxer Beatin up on my niggas while the COs watch him Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you Technical foul, Im flagrant, Im foul They throwin me out, you throw in the towel Look at the crowd, they— Look at my smile, Im smirkin Calm but urgent So many verses, you live in denial So many verses, I never run out You makin him nervous, the music is loud Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit yo punk-ass down! So that means you aint bigger than rapping So that means no more playin the back scenes My spot is solidified if you ask me My name is identified as That King Ill let yall worry about a list, Im on some other shit A difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Yall got til April the 7th to get yall shit together Lets get it! Look, look! On foenem
Everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down And listen to this true mothafuckin story Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smokin on the finest dope, ay-ay-ay-ah Drank until I cant no mo, ay-ay-ay-ah Really Im a sober soul But Im with the homies right now And we aint askin for no favors Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah Really, Im a peacemaker But Im with the homies right now And Momma used to say One day its gon burn you out One day its gon burn you out, out, out One day its gon burn you out One day its gon burn you But Im with the homies right now Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda Janky stash box when the federalesll roll up Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble I hope the universe love you today Cause the energy we bringin sure to carry away A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate If its necessary; bumpin Jeezy first album, lookin distracted Speakin language only we know, you think its an accent The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it Hotboxin like George Foreman grillin the masses Of the workin world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin girls And asked them what they workin with Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth Usually Im drug-free, but, shit, Im with the homies Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red Come through and bust ya head, nigga! Me and the homies Sag all the way to the liquor store Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more Me and the homies I ride for my mothafuckin niggas Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in Me and the homies Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka And be like doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!” Its 2:30 and the sun is beamin Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin Hungry for anything unhealthy And if nutrition can help me Ill tell you to suck my dick, then Ill continue eatin We speedin on the 405, passin Westchester You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses Good Lord, they knew we werent from round there Cause every time we down there We pullin out the Boost Mobile SIM cards Bougie bitches with no extensions Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination Before we sparked a conversation We seen three niggas in colors we didnt like Then started interrogatin I never was a gangbanger, I mean I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it Thats ironic, cause Ive never been violent Until Im with the homies Me and the homies Me and the homies Me and the homies Braggin bout the episode we just had A shot of Hennessy didnt make me feel that bad Im usually a true firm believer of bad karma Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya We tryna conquer the city with disobedience Quick to turn it up, even if we aint got the CD in But Jeezy still playin And our attitude is still nigga, what is you sayin? Pull in front of the house That we been campin out for like two months The sun is goin down as we take whatever we want Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe! Ayy, nigga, I think theres somebody in this room! Wait, what?! Nigga, theres somebody in this room! I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo DVDs, plasma-screen TVs in the trunk We made a right, then made a left, then made a right Then made a left, we was just circlin life My mama called: Hello? What you doin? — Kickin it. I shoulda told her Im probably bout to catch my first offense With the homies But – they made a right, then made a left Then made a right, then another right One lucky night with the homies K. Dot, you faded, hood? Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded I think he hit the wrong blunt though Ooh, which one? Well, which one he talkin about? I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it I pray he aint hit that Nah, that nigga straight, he aint hit that one Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans! Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo real doe Nigga, for what? What that nigga— whats that Jeezy song say, nigga? Last time I checked I was the man on these streets! Yeah, yeah, that shit right there Im tryna be the nigga in the street There he go. Man, you dont even know how the shit go Look, heres the plan, luv We gon use the kickback as a alibi, wait til the sun go down, roll out, complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight Thats what hes not gon do Then we all gon meet back at the block at about 10:30 Thats straight, but we should meet up around 12 Im tryna fuck on somethin too Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down! Nigga, you aint doin shit tonight! Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin car! We finna get active!
All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga This Ye, nigga Shoppin for the winter and it’s just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you aint gettin money less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, Ive been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, thats sensei, nigga Told him Ive been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I dont let em play with me I dont let em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin popped on the day to day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride round listen to Sade, nigga If you aint with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment, I dispersed At that moment, I dispersed All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly, fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high, high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I could do this all day, boy, Im finna turn this bitch out Any day Ye in the streets, boy, theres been a mothafuckin drought Dont really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild Like a light-skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin house! Right now, you lookin real sus right now I swear Ive been on this flight like a month right now Stupid niggas gettin money, Forrest Gump right now Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now Theyve been lookin at the Gram, Ive been lookin at the Grammys Like, huh, thats us right now 24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin paid Niggas lookin at me like Im worth both MJs People saying, Ye, Ye, take it easy 20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they aint done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch Hands up, hands up, hands up So wont you dance? ayy, ayy ayy ayy I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed Get low, alright Get low, alright What up? Alright, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright South, south, south side! All day, nigga Whistling Well, well, well, let me run Let me run to see who came undone Youve been right in my face Let me run til youre off my case Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa 1K
It was always me versus the world Until I found its me versus me Why, why, why, why? Why, why, why, why? Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth! We gon put it in reverse Darling, I told you many times And I am telling you once again Just to remind you, sweetheart That my— Oh, Lamar Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark Fellowship with demons and relatives, Im a star Life is one funny mafucker A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him I might be buggin, infomercials and no sleep Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects The object was to process and digest povertys dialect Adaptation inevitable: gun violence, crack spot Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals Anthony was the oldest of seven Well-respected, calm and collected Laughin and jokin made life easier; hard times, mama on crack A four-year-old tellin his nanny he needed her His family history: pimpin and bangin He was meant to be dangerous, clocked him a grip and start slangin Fifteen, scrapin up his jeans with quarter pieces Even got some head from a smoker last weekend Dodged a policeman, workin for his big homie Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him Ten-thousand dollars out of a project housing, thats on the daily Seen his first mill twenty years old, had a couple of babies Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case Fingerprints on the gun they assumin, but witnesses couldnt prove it That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin He beat the case and went back to hustlin Bird-shufflin, Anthony rang The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang, that 5.0 thing They say 5-0 came, circlin parking lots and parking spots And hoppin out while harrassin the corner blocks Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it He brushed em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken See, at this chicken spot, there was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot With a curly top and a gap in his teeth, he worked the window His name was Ducky, he came from the streets, The Robert Taylor Homes Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome Drove to California with a woman on him and five-hundred dollars They had a son, hopin that hed see college Hustlin on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it Cadillac Seville, hed ride his son around on weekends Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it Stuck up the place before, back in 84 Thats when affiliation was really at gears of war So many relatives tellin us, sellin us devilish works, killin us, crime Intelligent, felonious prevalent proposition with 9s Ducky was well-aware They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year He figured hed get on these niggas good sides Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line, two extra biscuits Anthony liked him and then let him slide, they didnt kill him In fact, it look like theyre the last to survive, pay attention That one decision changed both of they lives, one curse at a time Reverse the manifest and good karma, and Ill tell you why You take two strangers and put em in random predicaments Give em a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make em meet again Inside recording studios where they reapin their benefits Then you start remindin them about that chicken incident Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence? Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin life While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight Gunshot Thgifnug a ni eid dna rehtaf a tuohtiw pu werg I elihW Efil nivres eb dluoc gwaD poT ,ykcuD dellik ynohtnA fi esuaceB Ecnedicnioc morf eb dluow reppar tsetaerg eht thguoht reveohW? Tnedicni nekcihc taht tuoba meht nidnimer trats uoy nehT Stifeneb rieht nipaer yeht erehw soiduts gnidrocer edisnI Niaga teem me ekam uoy ,sregnarts emas meht ,retal sraey ytnewT Ti htiw evil dna seciohc nwo rieht ekam nac yeht os luos a me eviG Stnemaciderp modnar ni me tup dna sregnarts owt ekat uoY Yhw uoy llet llI dna ,amrak doog dna tsefinam eht esreveR Emit a ta esruc eno ,sevil yeht fo htob degnahc noisiced eno tahT Noitnetta yaP— Erac tuB —Tpecnoc etalucammi ,siht ekil eno ecnis retrauq eniacoC AND ym edisni ytlayor tog ,ytlayoL —Tog I ,tog I ,tog I ,tog I So, I was takin a walk the other day…
Alright, here we go, third take Real quick, Ali Mmm Got me breathing with dragons Ill crack the egg in your basket, you bastard Im Marilyn Manson with madness Now just imagine the magic I light to asses Dont ask for your favorite rapper , yes, sir , church , I killed him , bitch And this is rigor mortis and its gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and Im Morpheus, the matrix of my mind Im out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined Im on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine And thats important when you morph into an angel in the sky And dont be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And Ima be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making em duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite Thats what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the 70s Nigga, paybacks a bitch, and bitch, you been livin in debt with me Dead em all and especially Leave a call on his mother voicemail that say that he rest in peace Bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling? Thats irrelevant, rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody, couldnt think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, its just me, Jay Rock, Soul, and Q Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do , yup-yup , I killed him , amen Got me breathing with dragons Ill crack the egg in your basket, you bastard Im Marilyn Manson, dont ask for your favorite rapper , yup-yup , I know , for sure , amen Got me breathing with dragons Ill crack the egg in your basket, you bastard Im Marilyn Manson, dont ask for your favorite rapper I wrapped him and made him Casper, I capture the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, Ill pass the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, wont you send us to Bible study faster? Your hypocritist reaction a blasphemy, I assassin my casualty And its casually done, and tell em my salary come In lump sum one hundreds, dont talk to me bout no money The sun is under my feet, and I come in peace to compete I dont run if youd rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek, and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see Any assistance, everybody deceased Some persistence, recognize I be Really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition breaking up the street Better partition, better dot your T And I gon mention how the far you see Putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody bitching, getting mad at me Recognize Kendrick in the battery And Im charged up, and the catastrophe Is charged up, and the audacity Of yall fucks never could hassle me And yall luck just ran out, youll see , yup-yup , I know , for sure , amen Got me breathing with dragons Ill crack the egg in your basket, you bastard Im Marilyn Manson, dont ask for your favorite rapper , yup-yup , I know , for sure , amen
How much a dollar really cost? The question is detrimental, paralyzin my thoughts Parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, yall Gotta see how I’m chillin once I park this luxury car Hopping out feeling big as Mutombo 20 on pump 6, dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo Twenty years ago, cant forget Now I can lend him a ear or two How to stack these residuals tenfold The liberal concept of what menll do 20 on 6, he didnt hear me Indigenous African only spoke Zulu My American tongue was leery Walked out the gas station A homeless man with a semi-tan complexion Asked me for ten Rand, stressin about dry land Deep water, powder blue skies that crack open A piece of crack that he wanted, I knew he was smokin He begged and pleaded Asked me to feed him twice, I didnt believe it Told him, Beat it Contributin money just for his pipe—I couldnt see it He said, My son, temptation is one thing that Ive defeated Listen to me, I want a single bill from you Nothin less, nothin more I told him I aint have it and closed my door Tell me, how much a dollar cost? Its more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe Hes starin at me in disbelief My temper is buildin, hes starin at me, I grab my key Hes starin at me, I started the car, then I tried to leave And somethin told me to keep it in park until I could see The reason why he was mad at a stranger Like I was supposed to save him Like Im the reason hes homeless and askin me for a favor Hes starin at me, his eyes followed me with no laser Hes starin at me, I notice that his stare is contagious Cause now Im starin back at him, feelin some type of disrespect If I could throw a bat at him, itd be aimin at his neck I never understood someone beggin for goods Askin for handouts, takin it if they could And this particular person just had it down pat Starin at me for the longest until he finally asked Have you ever opened up Exodus 14? A humble man is all that we ever need Tell me, how much a dollar cost? Its more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe Guilt trippin and feelin resentment I never met a transient that demanded attention They got me frustrated, indecisive and power trippin Sour emotions got me lookin at the universe different I should distance myself, I should keep it relentless My selfishness is what got me here, who the fuck Im kiddin? So Ima tell you like I told the last bum Crumbs and pennies, I need all of mines And I recognize this type of panhandlin all the time I got better judgment, I know when niggas hustlin, keep in mind When I was strugglin, I did compromise, now I comprehend I smell Grandpas old medicine, reekin from your skin Moonshine and gin, nigga youre babblin, your words aint flatterin Im imaginin Denzel but lookin at ONeal Kazaam is sad thrills, your gimmick is mediocre The jig is up, I seen you from a mile away losin focus And Im insensitive, and I lack empathy He looked at me and said, Your potential is bittersweet I looked at him and said, Every nickel is mines to keep He looked at me and said, Know the truth, itll set you free Youre lookin at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power The choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit The nerve of Nazareth, and Ill tell you just how much a dollar cost The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss—I am God I washed my hands, I said my grace What more do you want from me? Tears of a clown, guess Im not all what its all meant to be Shades of grey will never change if I condone Turn this page, help me change to right my wrongs
Everybody put three fingers in the air The sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something or die in the morning Section.80, HiiiPoWeR Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me Im falling victim to a revolutionary song, the Serengetis clone Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc You wanted to diss, but jumped on my dick Grown men never should bite their tongue Unless you eatin pussy that smell like its a stale plum I got my finger on the motherfuckin pistol Aimin it at a pig, Charlottes web is gonna miss you My issue isnt televised and you aint gotta tell the wise How to stay on beat, because our lifes an instrumental This is physical and mental, I wont sugarcoat it Youd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it And everything on TV just a figment of imagination I dont want a plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian While you motherfuckers waiting, I be off the slave ship Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Huey Newton going stupid, you cant resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Visions of Martin Luther staring at me If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy Sorry, mama, I cant turn the other cheek They wanna knock me off the edge like a fuckin widows peak, uh And she always told me pray for the weak, uh Them demons got me, I aint prayed in some weeks, uh Dear Lord, come save me, the devils working hard He probably clockin double shifts on all of his jobs Frightenin, so fuckin frightenin Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license to kill Im standing on a field full of land mines Doin the moonwalk, hopin I blow up in time Cause 2012 might not be a fuckin legend Tryna be a fuckin legend, the man of mankind Who said a Black man in the Illuminati? Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party So get up off that slave ship Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Nigga, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Bobby Seale makin meals, you cant resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Every day, we fight the system just to make our way We been down for too long, but thats alright We was built to be strong, cause its our life, na-na-na Every day, we fight the system, we fight the system We fight the system We been down for too long, but thats alright, na-na-na Who said a Black man in the Illuminati? Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party Last time I checked, we was racin with Marcus Garvey On the freeway to Africa til I wreck my Audi And I want everybody to view my autopsy So you can see exactly where the government had shot me No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable They play musical chairs once Im on that pedestal Frightenin, so fuckin frightenin Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane The reason Lauryn Hill dont sing, or Kurt Cobain Loaded that clip and then said bang The drama it bring is crazy, product of the late 80s Tryna stay above water, thats why we shun the Navy Pull your guns and play me, lets set it off Cause a riot, throw a Molotov Somebody told me them pirates had got lost Cause we been off them slave ships Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches I mean this shit is Fred Hampton on your campus, you cant resist his HiiiPoWeR Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR Thug life Thug life
Ayy, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was kinda slow Still gave it up when its a few of us She let me finger-fuck her on the school bus We used to cut school with her and run train She wanted to hang with us, we wanted one thang Just penetratin that throat, dawg She choked on it like smoke, dawg But whenever I fucked up my re-up In a dice game I go see her Shell give me enough to buy a quarter ounce And then blow a blunt of that reefer She used to buy a nigga new sneakers Pay the bill on my beeper Just so she can page to put a 69 And I know it time to go freak her Then one day I just asked her Why you always give your ass up? I mean, damn, these hoes get paid All you do is get laid—this shit dont add up. She said, Tip, all I wanna do is feel love Even if I know it aint real love Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it And then never call back, I still fuck. And thats fucked up, but she so trill I need somethin, she go steal When the trap hot and police ride Nigga, guess where we go chill? For bout four years she held dope And my four pounds til it go down I remember shawty, she stayed down I wont say her name ‘cause she married now When the lights go out And Im in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When Im in my bed I think of all the memories Ive had All of the things I did back then She would always turn heads when shed fall through She would always make moves how a boss do And she never gave any nigga time of day But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to But when it came to me, she had a thing for me When we kicked it she roll up the weed for me And wed both cut class post up in the cut steady Watchin just to see if the police comin We got close over time, her and I Right around the time that I first got signed Come to think about it I was bout 17 I aint even have a license, couldnt even drive I was goin back and forth with each flight Another show after show, each night She became so suspicious of these other bitches Shed go through my phone and wed fight Talk about torn between the two Wasnt really much more that we could do Wasnt really much space for us But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do But I guess one night I had a few Huh, one night I had a few Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye I told her: Hurry up, meet me at the room! And no, I didnt have a contraceptive What my common sense neglected And two months later, next thing I know I got a text that said Im pregnant And you can almost bet she kept it And thats the reason why you left me On top of all that, it wasnt even mine I went and got paternity tested—damn! When the lights go out And Im in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When Im in my bed I think of all the memories Ive had All of the things I did back then Wait, hol up, is that you? With them big ol thighs after school? Jay 305 had gave me high five When I said I’m in hot pursuit You said I won’t ride until Kendrick drive A new Monte Carlo that cruise And that shot my pride, I tried to improv But no freestyle I never do You lookin for the nigga with the tallest fetti You overlookin every nigga that ain’t quite ready To make it rain on you like Im about to break a levee Hol up, that pussy petty Yeah, your nails did, your hair did Your cell phone is selfish It only got numbers that come with a Hummer Her new prima donna I smelt it Tried to make you mine, ho! Tried to make some time, ho! But I ain’t got the time or the patience To stop and wait in line, ho! Her dreams holds Versace She fall for Armani Only deal with rich niggas—fuck you and Mick Romney! I’m grown now, I’m on my own now I’m po-o-o-oppin Change my phone now when I get home now I got o-o-o-options Fast forward, wait, is that you? With them big ol thighs after school? And your three kids and three baby daddies Same car note that’s overdue? I know When the lights go out And Im in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When Im in my bed I think of all the memories Ive had All of the things I did back then
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence Sometimes, I did the same If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk- Sex She just want to close her eyes and sway With you, with you, with you Exercise her right to work it out Its true, its true, its true Shout out to the birthday girls Say hey , say hey , Everyone deserves a night to play She plays, only when you tell her no If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I’m in it, I love it when I’m in it If these walls could talk, they’d tell me to swim good No boat, I float better than he would No life jacket, I’m not the God of Nazareth But your flood can be misunderstood Walls telling me they full of pain, resentment Need someone to live in them just to relieve tension Me, I’m just a tenant Landlord said these walls vacant more than a minute These walls are vulnerable, exclamation Interior pink, color coordinated I interrogated every nook and cranny I mean, its still amazing, before they couldn’t stand me These walls want to cry tears These walls happier when I’m here These walls never could hold up Every time I come around, demolition might crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I’m in it, I love it when I’m in it If these walls could talk, they’d tell me to go deep Yelling at me continuously, I can see Your defense mechanism is my decision Knock these walls down, that’s my religion Walls feeling like they ready to close in I suffocate, then catch my second wind I resonate in these walls I don’t know how long I can wait in these walls I’ve been on the streets too long Looking at you from the outside in They sing the same old song About how they walls always the cleanest I beg to differ, I must’ve missed them I’m not involved, I’d rather diss em I’d rather call on you, put your wall up Cause when I come around, demolition gon’ crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I’m in it, I love it when I’m in it If your walls could talk, they’d tell you it’s too late Your destiny accepted your fate Burn accessories and stash them on the yard Take the recipe, the Bible and God Wall telling you that commissary is low Race wars happening, no calling CO No calling your mother to save you Homies to say youre irrepetible, not acceptable Your behavior is Sammy the Bull like A killer that turned snitch Walls is telling me you a bitch You pray for appeals hoping the warden would afford them That sentence so important Walls telling you to listen to Sing About Me Retaliation is strong, you even dream bout me Killed my homeboy and God spared your life Dumb criminal got indicted same night So when you play this song, rewind the first verse About me abusing my power so you can hurt About me and her in the shower whenever she horny About me and her in the after hours of the morning About her baby daddy currently serving life And how she think about you until we meet up at night About the only girl that cared about you when you asked her And how she fuckin on a famous rapper Walls can talk I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room
Dick hard like rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, Im animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my 10,000 hours in training While juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We here to shake the game up and youre flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays Im laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, Im talking Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from 1980 somethin I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning Youre racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted I tell a bitch don’t sweat me I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather-
Motherfuckers talkin crazy Sayin’ I should quit I fuckin tell em make me Eat a fuckin’ dick Im feelin like the greatest On the beat who ever did it Mike WiLL the one who made it Its Shady on the lyrics Im somewhat outlandish they say You say were cut from the same cloth But I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin At anything that may stand in they way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, Im a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my CAT scan that day I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray I’m turnin’ back to a madman, cant take Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage My basal ganglia’s an A to the K Get your ass sprayed like bidets Breakin your legs eight different ways, ankle to waist You chumps dont even know how to do somethin To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin’ you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat Or you had them choked up, youd be yankin my chain Feelin like Im headed for the padded cell, the Bar for me when I rap isnt fair but Guess thats the standard Im held to But if somethin like that doesnt tell ya You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure Then you better take it back to The Shelter and Hamburger Helper Cause, damn it, Im still the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white But Im the greatest So you sold ten million albums, eh? Only problem is, you put out ten million albums, eh? What was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know theres people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name, DIE ANTWOORD! Fuck, I still cant say this shit, but how quickly they forget Who the fuck I was; now Ninja try to duck my slugs You let ya girl get fucked by Muggs Id like to give a shout to Cypress This cant be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin to Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time took And rappers I hear you talkin shit Im just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window Somebody better child-proof it Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit You dont got the tools I got in my toolkit I bullshit you not, yall fools just forgot That Im so fuckin awful with the thoughts And when Im hostile and impossible to stop So you can call it a nostril cause its not gonna ever Ill never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop Cause Im wipin up everyone in this genre Cause on the mic I feel like Im the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white But Im the greatest Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention Is youre one dimension Im a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention And I love contentions, so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin, gotta strut like a front suspension And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine Psychopath, Michael Jacks blowin up like a raft I should slap Vlad with a ISIS flag Bet you I come back twice as bad Revival didnt go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that, Im finna hit back Til I run out of gunpowder and split the scene Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips are the clips, got the sig lit like its nicotine Trigger me and Slim gets mean Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes Thats why I call the motherfuckers M16s Float like a butterfly, Im gonna sting like a bee You aint harmin a thing I hit a ding hard as Im gonna swing Im gonna need to put my arm in a sling But like a wedding band You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring Anomaly, Im Muhammad Ali Cause I knew one day Im gonna be the Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white But Im the greatest
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, like I ran out of tears when I was eighteen So nobody made me but the main streets Cause too many people think they made me Well, if they really made me, then replace me Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress I feel like Moses, I feel like Im chosen And if you aint my nigga, then your girl single to me I dont give a damn if a nigga said he knew me Grew up with no father so nobody ever son me My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldnt touch me I know you wish that nobody ever love me I feel useless when Im never makin money, ah Well, this the life we always fantasized Rich folk problem through a Queen Street niggas eyes Every time you see me pullin up in Aventadors Just know we been grindin on them sidewalks Sidewalks saved my life They dont ever lie Sidewalks saved my life They show me all the signs They dont let me down But they lead me on And they dont let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on Say, say, say I come from murder one, brung late night melee Say, say, say We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae bae Say, say, say Trippin off Dyke and my name strike with pay day Say, say, say Flippin blue lightnin, tightenin, strapped with AK Say, say, say OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways How to segue Pussy, power, profit and headache I reminisce my life innocence or life innocent Or life intimate, with fame Light limo tint with light women, dark women in it Aw, Kenny, good game She wanna hang with a Starboy The sun and the moon and star, boy Astronomer, anonymous I line em up, we grind em up, theres nine of us And five of us have probably fucked She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts, boy Twenty legs, arms, head Head, head, more head Oh God, bless the dead Im livin life, high off life I wear my chokes off to bed Im the greatest nigga, why you scared to say it? I wanna rock, I wanna rock I wanna cop more land, I never stop I wanna quick advance on a bill if it aint one Break everything, Im a hustler, came from Sidewalks saved my life They dont ever lie Sidewalks saved my life They show me all the signs They dont let me down But they lead me on And they dont let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/kendrick-lamar"

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Kendrick Lamar

@kendrick-lamar

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/kendrick-lamar")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
861	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/kendrick-lamar")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

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Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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Who are the source language producers?

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Annotations

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Discussion of Biases

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Other Known Limitations

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Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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Number of rows:

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/kendrick-lamar

huggingartists/kendrick-lamar

Text Generation • Updated May 23, 2022 • 15

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/kendrick-lamar"

Dataset Summary

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

Languages

How to use

Dataset Structure

Data Fields

Data Splits

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

Who are the source language producers?

Annotations

Annotation process

Who are the annotators?

Personal and Sensitive Information

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

Discussion of Biases

Other Known Limitations

Additional Information

Dataset Curators

Licensing Information

Citation Information

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/kendrick-lamar