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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

K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, its going to voicemail Dont tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha Call me on Shaniquas phone! I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your home boy, your block that youre from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies I dont give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga Our lil homie Stunna Deuce aint never comin back, my nigga So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga Fuck what they talkin bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop Flip, flop with the white tube sock It goes, Sherm sticks, burn this Thats what the product smell like when the chemicals mix 50-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that youre from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked The little homies called and said, The enemies done cliqued up Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, its scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin, scramblin, football numbers slanderin Niggas names on paper—you snitched all summer Streets don’t fail me now They tell me its a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set-trippin’ all around Aint nothin new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans Red state versus a blue state—which one you governin? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs Make it they promise to fuck with you No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, What it do? Obama say, What it do? Obama say, What it do? Obama say, What it do? I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that youre from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who Black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Miked be platinum Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues Less you askin me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it Im the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby “K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box” I box ‘em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, Its funny how one verse could fuck up the game I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo 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 I didnt want to self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didnt stop survivors 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 a continuous war Back in the city I was entering a new one

Aint nobody prayin for me Aint nobody prayin for me Aint nobody prayin for me I feel like a chip on my shoulders I feel like Im losin my focus I feel like Im losin my patience I feel like my thoughts in the basement Feel like, I feel like youre miseducated Feel like I dont wanna be bothered I feel like you may be the problem I feel like it aint no tomorrow, fuck the world The world is endin, Im done pretendin And fuck you if you get offended I feel like friends been overrated I feel like the family been fakin I feel like the feelings are changin Feel like my thought of compromise is jaded Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it Feel like I aint feelin you all Feel like removin myself, no feelings involved I feel for you, Ive been in the field for you Its real for you, right? Shit, I feel like— Aint nobody prayin for me Aint nobody prayin for me Aint nobody prayin for me Aint nobody prayin I feel niggas been out of pocket I feel niggas tappin they pockets I feel like debatin on who the greatest can stop it I am legend, I feel like all of yall is peasants I feel like all of yall is desperate I feel like all it take is a second to feel like Mike Jordan whenever holdin a real mic I aint feelin your presence Feel like Ima learn you a lesson Feel like only me and the music though I feel like your feelin aint mutual I feel like the enemy you should know Feel like the feelin of no hope The feelin of bad dope A quarter ounce manipulated from soap The feelin, the feelin of false freedom Ill force-feed em the poison that fill em up in the prison I feel like its just me Look, I feel like I cant breathe Look, I feel like I cant sleep Look, I feel heartless, often off this Feelin of fallin, of fallin apart with Darkest hours, lost it Fillin the void of bein employed with ballin Streets is talkin, fill in the blanks with coffins Fill up the banks with dollars Fill up the graves with fathers Fill up the babies with bullshit Internet blogs and pulpit, fill em with gossip I feel like this gotta be the feelin where Pac was The feelin of an apocalypse happenin But nothin is awkward, the feelin wont prosper The feelin is toxic, I feel like Im boxin demons Monsters, false prophets schemin Sponsors, industry promises Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton Church, religion, token blacks in bondage Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us I can feel it, the dream is more than process I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness I can feel it, the scream that haunts all logic I feel like sayin somethin, I feel like takin somethin I feel like skatin off, I feel like waitin for em Maybe its too late for em I feel like the whole world want me to pray for em But who the fuck prayin for me? Aint nobody prayin for me Who prayin for me? Aint nobody prayin

Lord God, I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that You raised him from the dead I would ask that Jesus come to 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 forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus name, amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an 04 Mercedes-Benz Hello, my name is Kendrick, she said, No, youre handsome Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearin shades now, cool Where you stay? She said, Down the street from Dominguez High Okay, I know thats borderline Compton or Paramount Well, is it Compton? No, she replied Then quickly start battin her eyes I strictly had wanted her thighs around me Seventeen with nothin but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful, What you tryna get into? She didnt tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well The summer had passed, and now Im likin her Conversation we havin probably enticin her Who can imagine? Maybe my actionsll end up wifin her Love or lust, regardless, well fuck cause the trife in us Its deep-rooted, the music of bein young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, its much louder where Im from We know a lot bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible Family history of gangbangin did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from gettin a nut I wanna come over, whats up? Thats what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, Im tryna get off I was in heat like a cactus My tactics of bein thirsty probably could hurt me But fuck it, I got some heart Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now Im down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passin Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope, cause my pockets broke as a promise, man Im thinkin bout that sex Thinkin bout her thighs or maybe kissin on her neck or maybe what positions next Sent a picture of her titties, blowin up my texts I looked at em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman, shes a masseuse And Im a professional pornstar when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom Im hopin to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem Im two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet And six steps from where she stay, she wavin me cross the street I pulled up, a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang Please leave your message for three-two-three Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Damn, Im sittin here waitin on my van You told me you was gon be back in fifteen minutes Man, I gotta go up to the county buildin, man, these kids ready to eat Im ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stamps, come on now You on your way or what? I hope you aint out there messin with them damn hoodrats out there, shit Specially that lil crazy-ass girl Sherane And plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin around in them streets, you aint gon pass to the next grade Eleventh grade Your daddy callin about some damn dominoes He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, gon, shit Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin dominoes at? , What? Im on his voicemail, damn fool , shit Yak, where my motherfuckin dominoes at? This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin dominoes Just give me the damn phone, shit, dont hang up, damn, let me Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back I need to know when you gon bring back my damn car This man fussin bout some damn dominoes It aint all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes Shit, Ima miss my damn appointment, fuck Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody wanna hear your ass Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin oldies back on You killin my motherfuckin vibe

Uh-oh, runnin out of breath, but I Oh, I, I got stamina Uh-oh, running now, I close my eyes Well, oh, I got stamina And uh-oh, I see another mountain to climb But I, I, I got stamina Uh-oh, I need another lover, be mine Cause I, I, I got stamina Dont give up, I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Dont give up, I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Im free to be the greatest, Im alive Im free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive Well, uh-oh, runnin out of breath, but I Oh, I, I got stamina Uh-oh, runnin now, I close my eyes But, oh, I got stamina And oh yeah, runnin through the waves of love But I, I got stamina And oh yeah, Im runnin and Ive just enough And uh-oh, I got stamina Dont give up, I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Dont give up, I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Im free to be the greatest, Im alive Im free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina Ayy, I am the truth Ayy, I am the wisdom of the fallen; Im the youth Ayy, I am the greatest Ayy, this is the proof Ayy, I work hard, pray hard, pay dues, ayy I transform with pressure, Im hands-on with effort I fell twice before, my bounce back was special Letdownsll get you, and the criticsll test you But the strongll survive, another scar may bless you, ah Dont give up , I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Dont give up, I wont give up Dont give up, no no no Im free to be the greatest, Im alive Im free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive

(Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to) Every morning when I wake up, uh Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh Sunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living, but Really though, its never enough, ten million, thats a must Living in California, everybody wanna visit for Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather These niggasll kill for that, put it in your grill for that Still everybody gotta build for that, me? I make mills off that How the fuck yall cant see I ride, when I drive Down the block and you look outside H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise Its a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll with Andre, I guess Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress Then roll it up for me when Im stressed You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin But nothing like my hometown, Im forever livin Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA Uhh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some Three Ws only for a three-day run, bitch Take them mothafuckin panties off, you aint no nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon In The Sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living til I am old You want to be on to peak on the charts So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon Cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga Let em know Im priority, order me Hennessy and, for my niggas, OG Killa Call it Jason Voorhees, boy, hes on his job Boy, he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let em inhale them pipe exhausts Let em reveal how much it cost for this life, controlling my price? No way, hell no, uh-uh If Im wrong, I dont wanna be right We want to be on to peak on the charts So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, its not my fault That its 82 degrees and my top peeled off You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin But nothing like my hometown, Im forever livin Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA Known for that homegrown where I come from Smoke one, palm trees, double Ds got em topless in the sun I shall proceed, thats me, mothafuck your opinion Huh, how many ways am I killing em? Shit, right around a billion We on it, that mean we living for the moment That mean shell fuck til the morning, time and I got time And I know that Im in a position of controlling Anything out by that ocean Im a boss, Ill buy that ocean, aint nobody fucking with this They want that shit, they often fiend I give it to em, but in between My time, I gotta tie shoestrings Lifes a trip when you want these things I often slip and then I lean Toward three Ws in life You know blow job need an application Eating pussy make appetite And yeah, my type, I like em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think? I dont fuck with no hand-me-downs See if you fuck, then its after me You know how much Ima make it work? You know her dress livin in her purse When you discuss your love for lust Just make sure you visit here first: Cali You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin But nothing like my hometown, Im forever livin Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Dont it sound clever? Come and play Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA (Smokin weed with you In the leaves, in the fall I smoke with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you In the leaves, in the fall I smoke with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you Cause you’ve taught me to Smokin weed with you)

I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkies I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I dont want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If its okay; she said, Its okay Yeah, I need everybodys motherfuckin hands up right now I need everybodys motherfuckin— Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected This that new shit This that new, new shit Wake up in the mornin, thinkin bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch Dont go to work today, cop you a fit Or maybe some kicks and make you— Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected Wake up in the morning, thinking bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy—hol up Wake up in the mornin, thinkin bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, dont go to work today Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today Hang with the homies, stunt on your baby mama Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden Go to the club or your mama house Whatever you doing, just make it count Wake up in the morning, thinking bout money, kick your feet up Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up Touch on yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he aint shit Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make it pay your rent Hop on the Gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin on you Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have em waitin on you Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce Its whatever, just make it count I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkies I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I dont want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If its okay; she said, Its okay I wake in the morning, my head spinning from the last night Both in a trance, feelings are dead—what a fast life Manager called, the lobby call is 11:30 Did this before, promised myself Id be a hour early Room full of clothes, bag full of money: call it loose change Fumbled my jewelry, 100K, I lost a new chain Hop on the bird, hit the next city for another M Take me a nap then do it again We all woke up, tryna tune to the daily news Looking for confirmation, hoping election wasnt true All of us worried, all of us buried, in our feelings deep None of us married to his proposal, make us feel cheap Stale and sad, distraught and mad, tell the neighbor bout it— Bet they agree, parade the streets with your voice proudly Time passing, things change Reverting back to our daily programs, stuck in our ways Lust Lately, I feel like I been lusting over the fame Lately, we lust on the same routine of shame Lately Lately, my lust been heightened Lately, its all contradiction Lately, I lust over self Lately, in James 4:4 says Friend of the world is enemy of the Lord Brace yourself: Lust is all yours I need some water Something came over me Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racing like a junkies I just need you to want me Am I asking too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I dont want more than that; girl, I respect the cat I promise, just a touch Let me put the head in If its okay; she said, Its okay

Somethings burnin, I cant figure out what Its either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of But Im in something I dont know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan? And the further I walk, the louder Pause for a minute to make certain thats what I heard ‘Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her The thoughts scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace! Hope it aint, Here we go, yo! ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low-end theory though Shouldve known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Couldve made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first No, you dont under— —stand, I dont do this for anyone, ever Yeah, that aint what they all say? Ill say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé Guess Im gettin my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? ‘Cause your name, Im beyond sayin But fuck it, Im movin on, you women are all cray But Ill probably always keep on playin the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love She doesnt love me, no, she dont love me no more She hates my company, guess she dont love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! I told that bitch, Im a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick Suckin dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, dont forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin Ferris wheel Fuckin spinnin on me—fuck you think, we gon get married still? Fuckin Mary had a little lamb, this aint no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin feel Like you should fuckin beat it Or fuckin eat it while Im on my period Now have a blessed day! Bitch, you serious? Im in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you aint fuckin with me, you cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, Im delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem Thats analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin cordial, yeah, I got some home training That aint what you like, aint it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin, I hope shes good enough Meanwhile youre chasin her Chlamydia couldnt even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, Ima live with the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! So needless to say Im feelin betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wires dick Now shes chasin me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché Its all my fault anyway, shes turnin the tables, Im a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes Thats when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin seventy-three, thank God theres an exit comin up What the mother-F-U-C-Ks wrong with her? Hit the off ramp til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin tree, now here she comes at full speed Shes racin at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin, I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause shes layin next to me in bed—directly aimin a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, Fuck it! Ive had it, Im checkin into rehab I confess Im a static addict, I guess thats why Im so clingy Every girl Ive ever had either says I got too much baggage Or Im too fuckin dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? Im just a fuckin romantic I fuckin love you, you fuckin bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, Hit the road, then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, Be careful driving Dont read this and have an accident She glanced to look at it and wrecked Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in LOréal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin While the whore was yellin, Rape! Til her vocal cords were swellin And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Less youre Andrea Yates, dont ask me for a date though Youre late, well, the sentiments great But wait, think theres been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the game of— Wait, dinner at eight? I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the— Game of love, love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love

Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Lil sip, took a lil sip Took a lil sip, t-took a lil, took a lil, took a lil sip Ayo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Where niggas hold techs like they mad at the ref Thats why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check And if so, you gotta expect To sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose Cole is the king, most definite My little black book thicker than the Old Testament Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate Same bitch giving brains to the minister The same reason they call Mr. Cee the finisher Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adams apple Slick with words dont hate me, son What you eat dont make me shit and who you fuck dont make me cum Put a price on my head wont make me run Try to kill me but it cant be done Cause my words gon live forever You put two and two together Cole here forever Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Bitches come and go Money come and go Love come and go Bitches come and go Money come and go Love come and go Take a seat baby girl youve been all in my mind I know I aint called gotta pardon my grind Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine Came a man by myself, only father was time I know that she relate baby daddy aint shit So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine And thats why you all on my mind All on my line like caller number nine Cause a nigga poppin like Harlem in the nine-seven Way before Mase was a reverend I was a young nigga making As at 11 Or 12, trying to get a taste of the Heaven Or Hell, only time gon tell Fuck her while her mama home, baby, dont yell How many records do a nigga gotta sell Just to get the cover of the XXL Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater When I say that Im the greatest I aint talking about later Ima drop the album same day as Kanye Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá And I dont mean no disrespect, I praise legends But this whats next, the boy sick, cant disinfect Lifes a bitch and her pussys wet My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of... death Blaow Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip Bitches come and go Money come and go Love come and go Bitches come and go Money come and go Love come and go Dont shit last, dont shit last and you know that Went to hell, got hot didnt melt The only man above me is God himself All these other niggas is below me Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi What up Queens Cole is the King and you know that Started with a dollar and a dream, and you know that Never give a bird bitch a ring, you should know that Bitch, bitch That should be my new ad lib I got a new one. I finally got a cool ad lib Be at all the shows everybody be like, bitch Bitch, bitch Or you can do the low cool shit, bitch Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go Yeah pull over right here, to the right Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over Ight, look look, park right here Ima be out itll be like thirty minutes tops Itll be like thirty minutes, Ill be right back out, ight Bitches come and go, bitches come and Yo, yo what up, whats popping, Im back, Im back Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some Whats, what the fuck is that platinum Is that? Whats that chain right there Is that-ss-ss white gold, thats platinum Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas aint even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make Yo Im trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch

Pimp-pimp Pimp-pimp Pimp-pimp Pimp-pimp Im sick and tired of being tired Cant pick a side, the Gemini Prophesize if we live or not Promise momma not to fear nobody Seen black turn em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know Im greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Get God on the phone, said it wont be long I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams My hood going brazy, where did we go wrong? I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams Get Top on the phone, tell the squad come home We gon ball again fore he call us home World is going brazy, where did we go wrong? Its a tidal wave, its a thunderdome Get God on the phone I just got a raise Spent it all on me Diamonds all appraised And Im bossing up Bitch, get out the way Im the only way, we can fornicate Ah, pimping and posing, look what I drove in, ah Having these hoes and I know that Im chosen, ah I live by the code and me and my bros and, ah My dollars aint foldin, you was never the homie Seen black turn em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know Im greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Get God on the phone Said it wont be long I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams My hood going brazy Where did we go wrong? I see jigaboos, I see Styrofoams Get Top on the phone Cornrow Kenny, he was born with a vision All morning with the mixed dashboards, triple digits Parallel park like an alien came visit Slideshow for the night show, ten bitches Find hoes with a blindfold, King Kendrick So many plays, homie, I finesse Palisade views with some sex I lost a lot of love for missionary This the first time I confess Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil A father figure fuck with him, you get killed Fuck with me and he will kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juggin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juggin’ like that I did a lot of dumb shit in my past Lord forgive me, hoping I dont relapse Dave just bought a new 911 Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Moosa got his son dripping in gold Ali bout to let his hair down on hoes Me, Im bout to let my hair down on hoes Top billin, that’s a million a show Might blow the whole no whammy on Soul Might tell Obama be more like Punch Sounwave caught a Grammy last year Mack wop, bet he do what he want Fuck you niggas, level two, Im not done 2Teez told me that Im the one I can put a rapper on life support Guarantee thats something none of you want Ten homies down and they all serving life What is like twenty-five hundred a month? What if I empty my bank out and stunt? What if I certified all of these ones? Bitch, I get buck, Im as real as they come Shit is amazing, Im feeding my cravings You know that you want me, come here now, lil baby Im fuckin, Im crazy Serving it like I belong in the basement Or live at the Days Inn Yan Yan my relative, black cherry soda Pistol and poverty, come get to know us Who doing the drums? Man put that nigga on the drums man Yep, all day, Mortal Man and Kunta Alright, from the top

Jump in that— , summon that bitch Jump in that— , jump in that fire , jump in that bitch Hittin that fire, jump in that whip, thumbin that bitch Cum in that bitch , drummin that—  Drummin that bitch  Choppa doin circles, its a Bird, Bird Take him to the party, hes a nerd I see niggas hit corners in the motherfuckin burbs, huh Done politickin with the competition, whats the word? Put that on my mama, nigga, eight in the process Niggas tryna tippy-toe through the progress Tongue-tied when the truth is an object Whats the pros and the cons of this next check? Wasnt nobody round, I was independent In the 90s, sittin bum with the windows tinted Heard a bum got a strap in the party Who the fuck let this in the party? Beat em up, beat em up, beat em up, beat em up I was seein double in the projects Mad at myself when I put it to the side Mama had to cater for the coupe That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes And niggas wanna play both sides Its a red dot, dont get on the wrong red eye Its a headshot, Damien Kane, Woo Them guys Fuck around and bury two of them guys Im OD in Paris, Im OD in France I thought that I told you, I need the advance Put down your IG and look through my lens A million to grandma, who did I offend? The girl of your dreams to me is a fan I netted ten million and did a lil dance Im fuckin the world, I unzip my pants My uncle G told me that I had a chance So then I popped out and did it again And did it again and did it again I can not respect them, where did he begin? Advice from the council, let nobody in Been swervin through rumors Avoidin the trends and duckin the hoes Im duckin the loonies that come with the shows Im grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose I reach to the stars on my tippy toes This greatest success where most niggas fold I tell you my past, that shit dont get old But how could you ask like I dont be writin my raps? These critics got everyone tapped You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep Just tap in and ask where Im at, ho Smokin on your top five tonight, tonight Yeah, Im smokin on your, whats his name, tonight, tonight Smokin on you, shores, aint two-nine, yeah, two I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE Dont you address me unless its with four letters I thought youd known better I been duckin the pandemic, I been—, social gimmicks I been duckin the overnight activists, yeah Im not a trending topic, Im a— Hold on, yall niggas playin with me, man I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE Dont you address me unless its with four letters Bitch, I thought youd known better I been duckin the pandemic, I been duckin the social gimmicks I been duckin the overnight activists, yeah Im not a trending topic, Im a prophet I answer to Metatron and Gabriel Bitch, looking for a better me I am a legacy, I come from the seventy The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy Soon as I press that button Nigga better get right like the ambulance comin Us two on a light, Keem been through nothin Dave Free got at least one B in the oven Im trippin, Im juugin, my mental is amazing, brother Pop off, only on occasions, brother Rich nigga, momma know I made it, brother Go figure, never caught cases, brother Face it, brother, gracious brother New flows comin, be patient, brother Show my ass and take yall to class I can multitask like Megan, brother 2021, I aint takin no prisoner Last year, yall fucked up all the listener Who went platinum? I call that a visitor Who the fuck backin em? All been falsified The facts mean this a vaccine and the game need me to survive The Elohim, the rebirth Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, bitch Smokin on top fives Motherfuck that album, fuck that single Burn that hard drive Aint nobody safe When I come up killin everybody thats outside Yeah, Kanye changed his life But me, Im still an old-school Gemini Let me jump in this bitch Let me jump in this bitch Two phones, but I only bring one in this bitch One daughter, but they all my sons in this bitch No hoes, aint shit gettin done in this bitch Im scary, I got a gun in this bitch Smokin on top fives, stop playin, Im that guy Number two DMing my bitch Thats cool, I dont ask why

New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions Im diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close—get money, fuck bitches I double parked the Aston in the red My momma told me that Ima work myself to death My girl told me dont let these hoes get in my head My world been ecstatic, I checked the signal that read— Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Interviews wanna know my thoughts and opinions Fox News wanna use my name for percentage My latest muse is my niece, she worth livin See me on the TV and scream: Thats Uncle Kendrick! Yeah, thats the business Somebody tell Geraldo this nigga got some ambition Im not a politician, Im not bout a religion Im a Israelite, dont call me black no mo That word is only a color, it aint facts no mo My cousin called, my cousin Carl Duckworth Said know my worth And Deuteronomy say that we all been cursed I know He walks the Earth But its money to get, bitches to hit, yah Zeroes to flip, temptation is, yah First on my list, I cant resist, yah Everyone together now, know that we forever— Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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 Hol up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks But now my album platinum and shit, so what? Yall keep the numbers Im more than another statistic, my nigga This courtesy of Compton Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker Love me on the East like Im Chuck D Dominicans wish that I was born there Im lookin to be the god MC You look at my hat and see thorns there I look at the game and see porn there Im fuckin this industry hard Im bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey You thought I was fresh out the yard Dont cry to me dummy, youre a lightweight They tell me you nice and Im like wait Go get me a knife, youre looking like steak And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days And when the water reside, youre Bobby Boucher But we aint thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga I got a P89 in a suitcase I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, Im in the extra vibe Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words To the upper echelon, thats excellent 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 Up in the clouds, me and my spouse Rumors on the ground gettin too loud Please turn them shits down, cant hear myself think Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink In the White House with a mink Running through that bitch like its my house All up in the hall like a mall Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball No, I dont member you, I dont intend to Empty my memory bank Its a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank Sittin next to Hillary smellin like dank Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him Ill wait Ive been in my wave like 20 years straight Ive been on my vibe like 20 years straight Dont fuck up my high, fuck up my high Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie An still be straight Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate Dont waste my breath I dont know how many moons a nigga got left Back to this joint, smokin this shit like Im tryna prove a point Im the highest, the highest title, numero uno Kill my vibe, thats your motherfuckin funeral Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off I ministered this generation by far Leader of the new school On my toes like a ballerina, who knew Id be Black Swan? World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters best cause I didnt drop the ball Told niggas when I was 16 That Id write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen In the paddy wagon with six teens Should have been in the pen But now my pen write with morphine I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket Cardio lap, was running for dear life But now Im running the map, bitch, Im here nigga Picture lil ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre You aint get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban Nigga, Puff Daddy wasnt your favorite So many washed up with detergent But I dont dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose Like blah, Mini-14 like blah Empty out another magazine like blah Let a young nigga get by I kill em all when they try to kill my vibe I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got The last that would try to pass a good job If Shawns a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!

Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I dont know why you trying to go big, nigga, you aint shit Walking around like you Gods gift to Earth, nigga, you aint shit You aint even buy me no outfit for the Fourth I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin I shouldnt be fuckin with you anyway I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga Yous a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it Your homies know it, everybody fuckin know Fuck you, nigga, dont call me no more You wont know, you gonna lose on a good bitch My other nigga is on, you off What the fuck is really going on? This dick aint free You lookin at me like it aint a receipt Like I never made ends meet Eating your leftovers and raw meat This dick aint free Livin in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin me green is all I need Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines This dick aint free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four-inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents? Hell fuckin naw, this dick aint free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin, let em in, whos that? Genitals best friend, this dick aint free Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious Kept me up watchin pornos in poverty; apology? No Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help This dick aint free Matter of fact, it need interest Matter of fact, its nine inches Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business Pension, more pension, youre pinchin my percents Its been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck its more abortion More divorce courts and portion My check with less endorsement left me dormant Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with Fuck you think is in more shit? Porcelain pipes pressure, bust em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton and made you rich Now my dick aint free Ima get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up You aint no king

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Im always ready for a war again Go down that road again Its all the same Im always ready to take a life again You know Ill ride again Its all the same Tell me whos gon save me from myself When this life is all I know Tell me whos gon save me from this hell Without you, Im all alone Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept Im tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps Life a livin hell, puddles of blood in the streets Shooters on top of the building, government aid aint relief Earthquake, the body dropped, the ground breaks The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface Who need a hero? You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero Who on the front lines at ground zero? My heart dont skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle Mass destruction and mass corruption The souls of sufferin men Clutchin on deaf ears again, rapture is comin Its all prophecy and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good Then thats what it gotta be Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey Just in case my faith go, Ill live by my own law Ill live by my own law, Ill live by my own Just in case my faith go, Ill live by my own law Ill live by my own law, Ill live by my own

What money got to do with it When I dont know the full definition of a rap image? Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin back for a visit, hol up Get it back I said Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president Id pay my mamas rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Whoever thought? Master, take the chains off me! Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit Life, to me, like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin for somethin, thats the obvious Oh shit, flows so sick, dont you swallow it Bitin my style, youre salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work dont follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this Ill tell you my hypothesis, Im probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think Im a god Truthfully all of em spoiled, usually, youre never charged But somethin came over you once I took you to them fuckin BET Awards You lookin at artistses like theyre harvestses So many Rollies around you and you want all of em Somebody told me you thinkin bout snatchin jewelry I shouldve listened when my grandmama said to me: Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot somethin, God bless the kid Took his homies to the show and this is what they said: Fuck am I posed to do when Im lookin at walkin licks? The constant big money talk bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, givin up the ass for Instagram flicks, suckin dick, fuck is this? One more sucker wavin with a flashy wrist My defense mechanism tell me to get him Quickly because he got it Its a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds? No more livin poor, meet my four-four When I see em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know theyre your co-workers But its gon take a lot fore this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see Im on the clock once that watch landin in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin it back to the poor? Well, thats me at these awards I guess my grandmama was warnin a boy She said Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood But you cant take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywoods nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah Laughin to the bank like, A-ha!, huh, he-yeah Flex on swole like, A-ha!, huh, he-yeah You feel some type of way, then a-ha! Huh, he-yeah Ever since a young man All I wanna be was a gunman Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man Yall gotta see that I won, man Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT Im at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT Im sellin verses, JT, watch me work it, JT Look, look… hol up! Dont judge me! My mama caught me with a strap Dont judge me! I was young, fuckin all the brats Dont judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack Don’t judge! Dont judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak Dont judge me! Wont you tell a friend? Yall gon’ see— This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah Laughin to the bank like, A-ha!, huh, he-yeah Flex on swole like, A-ha!, huh, he-yeah You feel some type of way, then a-ha! Huh, he-yeah Fuck is you talkin to? Ayy, do you know who you talkin to? Slide on you like fallen drapes God toss full of carnivals I kill em with kindness Or I kill em with diamonds Or I put up like fifteen hundred Get yo ass killed by the finest Everything in life is a gamble Nothin in life I cant handle Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more For the cause, I done put blood on sword Everything I do is to embrace yall Everything I write is a damn eight ball Everything I touch is a damn gold mine Everything I say is from an angel I dont rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift Im on, I aint sorry for it Asked for a piece of mind, you charged me for it I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it Im in the streets sometimes and cant afford it I got a bad habit, levitatin, duckin haters Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous This what God feel like Huh, he-yeah Laughin to the bank like, A-ha! Huh, he-yeah Flex on swole like, A-ha! Huh, he-yeah You feel some type of way, then a-ha! Huh, he-yeah This what God feel like

I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know Im there With my hands in the air, Im proud to say yeah Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they tell Sweet lullabies that come with a smell Of a dozen roses flipping down the green hill Youre living in a world that come with plan B Cause plan A never relay a guarantee And plan C never could say just what it was And your plans only can pan around love You love him, you love them, you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love red bottom and gold that say Queen You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean You love French tip and trip that pay for You love bank slip that tell you we paid more You love a good hand whenever the card dealt But what love got to do with it when you dont love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know Im there With my hands in the air, Im proud to say yeah Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they fell Out the sky and your optics turn stale Where they mold thats green, I can see you fit the bill Of living in a world that come with plan B Cause plan A only can make another mistake And you cant see success coming from plan C When it all breaks, youll still say youre lovely And love them and love when you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love fast cars and dead presidents old You love fast women, you love keepin control Of everything that you love, you love beef You love streets, you love running, ducking police You love your hood, might even love it to death But what love got to do with it when you dont love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know Im there With my hands in the air, Im proud to say yeah Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real The reason why I know you very well Cause we have the same eyes, cant you tell? The days I tried to cover up and conceal My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal When living in a world that come with plan B A scapegoat cause plan A dont come free And plan C just an excuse like because Or the word but, but what if I got love? I love them, I love when I love her I love so much, I love when love hurts I love first verse ’cause youre the girl I attract I love second verse ’cause youre the homie that pack Burner like a stove top, that love cooking from scratch I love what the both of you have to offer In fact, I love it so much, I dont love anything else But what love got to do with it when I dont love myself To the point I should hate everything I do love? Should I hate living my life inside the club? Should I hate her for watching me for that reason? Should I hate him for telling me that Im seizin? Should I hate them for telling me ball out? Should I hate street credibility Im talkin about Hating all money, power, respect in my will Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real? Kenny, I aint trippin off them dominoes anymore. Just calling, sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy, but dont learn the hard way like I did, homie. Any nigga can kill a man, that dont make you a real nigga. Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. Real is God, nigga I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know Im there With my hands in the air, Im proud to say yeah Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real, Im really, really, real Im real, Im real Alright, thats all I wanted to tell you. Just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom Boy, you better have my car on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I aint trippin. Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now thats what yall need. Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take that music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know thats what we do Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you Sing my song, its all for you If I dont hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement, and thats the best way to give back. To your city... And I love you Kendrick, if I dont hear you knocking on the door you know where I usually leave the key. Alright? Talk to you later, bye.

Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? You decide Are we gonna live or die? So I was takin a walk the other day And I seen a woman—a blind woman Pacin up and down the sidewalk She seemed to be a bit frustrated As if she had dropped somethin and Havin a hard time findin it So after watchin her struggle for a while I decide to go over and lend a helping hand, you know? Hello, maam, can I be of any assistance? It seems to me that you have lost something I would like to help you find it She replied, Oh, yes, you have lost something Youve lost… your life {Gunshot} Is it wickedness? Lamar stated his views on police brutality With that line in the song, quote And we hate the popo, wanna kill us in the street fo sho Oh, please, ugh, I dont like it

If you miss me And you cant find Me nowhere I done seen it all, oh my God Uh I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear Uh, uh Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend She ig-ing you while we fucking for fun I got her suckin her thumb, that’s my lil baby She call me daddy like grandmama baby If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy I been on the craziest wave, if Im on the stage An M is my minimum wage This aint no kennel, behave Niggas is with all that barking, we send em a stray So in a way we the dogcatchers How many bullets your dawg catchin? Sawed-off, raw dog fashion Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy Potato over my gun I move in silence cause niggas be clocking my funds When they should keep eye on they bitch ’cause baby girl coming with son Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done? My cousin might air out the party for fun Pistol grips get to squeezing Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason Bitch nigga, come and see me Put some respect on my name What side of my city I claim I try to stay in my lane Took my advance and put a Caprice on them thangs Im Beatties Ford ’til the wheels fall Know some niggas probably pissed off Who would thought I made it this far? Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck em all I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with I just put diamonds on all of my teeth, now they probably think I aint intelligent In the homicide unit interrogation, asking questions, you know I ain’t tell em shit Bitches call me a jock, all-American Im at the top of my class with my lettermen I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door I aint never let em in Now you know that thats cap, know I hit a few Aint no job, Im selling gas like Im Jiffy Lube I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2 No back and forth with these rappers They mention me, dissin me No talkin back, I wont mention you Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip They gon want me to snitch in my interviews Im on fire, bitch, Im lit, but Im really cool Dont acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule They dont come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks You aint got enough heart, get a bigger pool Wanna fight but he bigger, I aint really trippin Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool I got a Glock with a dick, lets get physical They gon be hollerin out, Rip, and they missin you They got me started, I might as well finish it Im from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do Baby I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

Oh, hey Oh, oh hey Oh, oh, oh hey Uh oh, uh oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Wasted And the more I drink, the more I think about you Oh, no, no, I cant take it Baby, every place I go reminds me of you Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know And every time I go out, yeah I hear it from this one, hear it from that one That you got someone new Yeah, I see, but dont believe it Even in my head, youre still in my bed Maybe Im just a fool Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange , they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know No more please, stop No more hashtag bood up screenshots No more tryin to make me jealous on your birthday You know just how I made you better on your birthday, oh Do he do you like this? Do he woo you like this? Do he lay it down for you, touch your poona like this? Matter fact, never mind, well let the past be May be his right now, but your bodys still me, whoa I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Oh hey Oh, oh hey Oh, oh, oh hey Uh oh, uh oh

I wanna hit line drives… Wanna lose weight and keep eating… For you… Hey, whats up doc? Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I-I wonder whats that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, Dont be like me, just finish watching cartoons Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it And I run it And I run it And I run it Thats ironic Ironic Thats ironic Ironic Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth Just for you, mothafucka, hope yall amused And I run it And I run it And I run it And I run it Thats ironic Liberation… Leader… Popular pie plant pictured here… Wile E. Coyote! Wile E. Coyote! This shit make a nigga just wanna write Reminisce when I had the morning appetite Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy that lied Tell a story that Ill never grow to 25 Not to worry, every warrior will come and see euphoria And thats a covenant I put on every tribe Aint nobody gon tie your shoe Nobody gon abide by your rule Nobody holding your gun How come your tongue say, killa then kill my mood Light speed living in the world you know Little old me, feeling like a live wire Bet I put some new tires on a lightning bolt Til I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote Im from the bottom of the jungle Living in the bottom of the food chain When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you A new name, want stripes, and you a zebra look-alike Hope another homicide dont numb you a nun do Things we will never learn soon In the era where we wanna earn soon Thats a error, you can smell it in the air And everybody really doomed Thats why Im backdooring you motherfuckas All yall can suck my dick All them days at the county building Im bout to make my mama rich Cartoons and I aint felt this Scrooge McDuck , elementary hood shit Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder whats that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, Dont be like me, just finish watching cartoons Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it And I run it And I run it And I run it Thats ironic Ironic Thats ironic Ironic Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth Just for you, mothafucka, hope yall amused And I run it And I run it And I run it And I run it Thats ironic This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody Even with a pot to piss in Ima aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge Dismiss any business of yours Discounts never did amount to a check That ya ass couldnt cash when the shit bounce Everything dismounts, niggas gon flip that car AKs for the whole hood House lick went down perfect Two shots to the head he deserved it I overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control Dark Wing Duck lost service Mama said Id better duck, shes nervous Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains I mean dont intervene with no gun machine This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin Emerging on everbody corner Get a toe tag when you play tag With a task of a new Everybody wanna know my life How did I make it Well let me tell you like this Ive been running this shit since I Cartoons and cereal Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder whats that worth I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove You told me, Dont be like me, just finish watching cartoons Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room And I run it Salt all in my wounds Hear my tears all in my tunes Let my life loose in this booth, just for you Muhfucka, hope yall amused! I did wrong, karma came Crackers gave me ball and chain Friends, enemies all the same State, fed, both can hang Nobody cant mute me But I never said nobody cant shoot me Just another stat to the white folks Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely! Everyday feel like the one before Hunt the money, dont hunt the ho If you do what you always done Then you get what you always got You dumb buffoons! I aint seen the back of my eyelids For about the past 72 hours Hand on my heart, face to the hood I pledge every word you ever heard was honest Yeah, this me, no mic No cameras, no lights, just pain Mama, how much trauma can I sustain? Dirty money come with lots of stains Road to riches come with lots of lanes Just another player with lots of game Never had shit, got lots to gain… Just another player with lots of game Never had shit, got lots to gain

What is life for a nigga like me? Living out his backpack every night Needed a new place to sleep But this is now, nigga Ones for the money, two for the bitches Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it Fours for the jealous rapper mad because he finished Turn that mothafucka to a critic Man, I got so much shit up on my plate, dog I was hanging on them corners late Pockets wasnt straight, bitch I aint gon make it at this rate, dog, know what Im saying? Nigga praying up to God just hoping that he hear a nigga I know the world got more problems and its much bigger But I figured, Id get some shit up off my chest To all my niggas I would die for, load my pistol up, go out and war for To all my niggas thatll never make it out the streets Fuck it, keep goin hard, dont let em see you weak To all my niggas first time stepping in the pen Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die today Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray, just wanna say Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah Now how the fuck Im posed to say this? You see my nigga just lost his son While Im here hugging on my daughter, I grip her harder Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit Thinking of some bullshit to tell him Like Itll be okay, youll be straight, itll be aight Well, fuck that shit Whatever you need, yo, I got it! Whether its money or some weed or putting in work Fuck it, then Im riding You know whats up, but now a nigga couldnt stick around Told myself that after yall moved That Id be a fuckin fool, to be living by the street rules Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school But anyway, keep the faith Stay strong, bruh, remain solid, bruh Keep playing ball, cuz Its the only way up out it, bruh, a nigga proud of ya Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed Ill have whatever he needs, we the last of a dying breed Live life, smoke trees See how far weve come but most, Im sorry for your son Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah And you aint gotta shed no tear Ill be everywhere but Ima always be right here I aint forgot those years Ill be everywhere but Ima always be right here Living in a premature place, wait Never grow to see the pearly gates, break Every time a bullet detonate, dates Of obituary carry crates Of a scary picture with a family member that relate to ya In December you was finna pin another case On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe As the record spinning, you was hearing angels entertain Every pun intended, that was wicked, coming from your brain Recognize you listened and you didnt hit the block again Thats because the minute after you had knew you would be slain Open up another chapter in the book and read gain Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change Everybody aint blessed, my nigga Yes, my nigga, youre blessed, take advantage, do your best, my nigga Dont stress, you was granted everything inside this planet Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga You reject these niggas that neglect your respect For the progress of a baby step, my nigga Step-step my nigga, one, two, skip-skip Back-back, look both ways, pull it off the hip Blast at anybody say that you cant flip This crack into rap music every other zip is a track Get used to it, get it off quick Come back, give back to the city youve built Thats that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas, dog It aint nothing but a bunch of fuck niggas, dog In a minute everybody gon be winning Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all Blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga Really think about it, could be worse my nigga Dont stress my nigga, yes, my nigga We all blessed my nigga, ah

Part I: Stay Ready We do not exist in Any other instant Here in this dimension You and I are meant to be I have waited lifetimes to find you Now that youre here I can remind you Of the things youve been dreaming Times two I promise you If you just give me 24 Man, all I need is 24 hours I promise youll want plenty more Youve probably been waiting forever So how does it sound: Us on the ground Giving you my love? Theres no place quite like here Theres no better time than now You gotta stay ready Theres no place quite like here Theres no better time than now Thats why I stay ready Tell me find your spot with the warning that I might slip And when you climb on top thats the ultimate road trip Ride on me like your Pac got me thinkin its 96 I can rap on some nineties shit, wrap your leggings around my hip Im so hip to it, tourists want to come speculate But if I stay monogamous promise this kiss will always taste like candy And, yeah, its obvious momma now probably cant stand me Im sure theyre tired of this look that you have when youre antsy We gon fuck around , we gon fuck around And triple through triplets of babies right now And that might break the record and no, that dont mean youre fertile That means were fucking reckless, plus we dont use protection I find myself reading old text messages when Im bored We find ourselves sexting til that connection is restored I know that sounds immature, but if we never grow up Then I wish you good luck on the seats thats inside this Porsche Come to me, come, come to me Look at what youve done to me You put a gun to me Then you brought the sun to me Shine like blood diamonds Learning to have patience only cause you are timeless The universe energy doesnt lie And this chemistry is infinity at a million times I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours Theres no place quite like here Theres no better time than now You gotta stay ready Theres no place quite like here Theres no better time than now Thats why I stay ready All that I know is right now Nothings for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now All that I know is right now Nothings for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now Part II: What a Life All that I know is right now Nothings for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now I been through some shit man But I be on my shit man I decided That what you give Is what youre given So I been tryna do it right I been doin like Whatever gets me through the night What a life Im steady always on the go You steady always on the go We steady losing all control What a life What a life What a life What a life They say The truth aint pretty But coming from that pretty mouth The truth is fitting Cause you aint never talkin loud And you know plenty Yeah, you know what Im talkin bout Cause you just get me Yeah, you so pretty If everything is dipped in gold Then, baby, it will never grow Everything sweet aint sugar coated What a life What a life What a life What a life What a life What a life that Ive been given What a life What a life that Ive been living What a life What a life we die to live in What a life

Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done ‘Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood , hey! I cant take it back, look where Im at We was OG like D.O.C., remember that? My TLC was quite OD, ID my facts Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq I dont hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you Take time and erase you, love dont hear no more No, I dont fear no more Better yet, respect aint quite sincere no more, ah! Oh, its so sad to Think about the good times You and I Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Now weve got problems And I dont think we can solve em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Remember when you tried to write me off? Remember when you thought Id take a loss? Dont you remember? You thought that I would need ya Follow procedure, remember? Oh, wait, you got amnesia It was my season for battle wounds Battle scars, body bumped, bruised Stabbed in the back; brimstone, fire jumping through Still, all my life, I got money and power And you gotta live with the bad blood now Oh, its so sad to Think about the good times You and I Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Now weve got problems And I dont think we can solve em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Band-Aids dont fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go Band-Aids dont fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts If you love like that, blood runs cold Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Now weve got problems And I dont think we can solve em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what youve done Cause, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey! Now weve got problems And I dont think we can solve em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now weve got bad blood, hey!

Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm Im new Ima walk, Ima march on the regular Painting white flags blue Lord, forgive me, Ive been running Running blind in truth Ima rain, Ima rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet Im new Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away, oh May the last one burn into flames Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Yeah Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom, too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Ima wade, Ima wave through the waters Tell the tide, Dont move Ima riot, Ima riot through your borders Call me bulletproof Lord, forgive me, Ive been runnin Runnin blind in truth Ima wade, Ima wave through your shallow love Tell the deep Im new Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away, oh May the last one burn into flames Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom, too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice Channel 9 news tell me Im movin backwards Eight blocks left, death is around the corner Seven misleadin statements bout my persona Six headlights wavin in my direction Five-O askin me whats in my possession Yeah, I keep runnin, jump in the aqueducts Fire hydrants and hazardous Smoke alarms on the back of us But mama, dont cry for me, ride for me Try for me, live for me Breathe for me, sing for me Honestly guidin me I could be more than I gotta be Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy Code on me, drive on me Wicked, my spirit inspired me, like yeah Open correctional gates in higher desert Open our mind as we cast away oppression Open the streets and watch our beliefs And when they carve my name inside the concrete I pray it forever reads Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom, too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh, father, can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh, father, can you hear me? Hear me out I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade.

Ayy, new freezer You know what it was when you signed up, ayy Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah, dat way My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land Ooh, money way Diamonds, flexin I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace I put the plug on three way Maserati go speed race Drop a baby on a bitch face More ice flexin this way We put the world on the wave Dont give a fuck, cause Im paid More Act in a lemonade Pharmacy knowin my name I fuck that bitch, cause she bougie She suck my dick in the movies Trap jumpin like 2-3 She a foreign lil freak My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land Big shot Peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Rule of the day, get a view every day Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day Get a clip with a plan, give a jewel every day I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance I Milly Rock when I get that advance How can I shop with like 64 Ms? Talkin to Top about business again He want a lot with new Bentleys again I want some top from like two sets of twins Twinnie twin twins, yeah, yeah Ayy, bitch , where your friends? Yeah, yeah switch , she wont end, yeah, yeah Ball em in, fallin in bundles of flowers like parliament Never know, big dawg like ours My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land My bitch too foreign, need a visa I dont need her Pull up drop top with a eater Two seater New bitch wanna fuck to my AP New freezer I woke up thinkin bout bands Hop off a jet to a check when I land

Oh, no, babe Yeah-yeah Baby, you Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Woman moaning Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Yeah Woman moaning If you leave this time, I fear that youll be gone for good, so And I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left Said her father left her young and he said hell be back With that same tone that you just said youll stay forever with Ooh It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling Ooh-ooh-ooh I feel like youre the only reason for it Ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do Ooh-ooh-ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do Ooh It seems that youre the only reason for it Ive been bleeding in your silence, I feel safer in your violence I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left Before I sleep I talk to God, he must be mad with me, its karma Im confused who Ill spend my forever with, oh-oh-oh Ooh It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling Ooh-ooh-ooh I feel like youre the only reason for it Ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do Ooh-ooh-ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do So the iceberg never broke And I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked And I poked at it but it stayed stagnant Then I poked at it some more And in my notepad, man, I wrote If I dont have it, if I dont grab it If it dont chip, then a toe tag is one last, Ima hope So iceberg dont float If I do manage to do damage to you, dammit Itll be grand as, ten Grammies on my granite, still standin with a note That read, Granted, dont you panic When you make mistakes the most One day, itll make you grow When you outlandish and you lose manners, to God you shall consult When the bright cameras are still crammin in your face and it provoke You to act mannish, just stay planted cause you reapin what you sowed Keep positivity in your heart and Keep a noose from round your throat and When you get mad and when you poke at it When you poke it at just note, man The iceberg is a reflection of you when you renew your vision Just think if it had sunk Titanic, the fuck it would do to a critic, my nigga? Yeah, yeah Tell me, when thugs cry, do you hear em, Lord? Do you hear em, Lord? Do you hear em? And if my ship go down tell me who will abort? And they wont let me live, even with remorse that I give When they gon rejoice and forgive, tell me how I stay positive When they never see good in me Even though I got hood in me, dont mean he wont redeem me, Lord It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling Ooh-ooh-ooh I feel like youre the only reason for it Ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do Ooh-ooh-ooh All the things you do, all the things you do, all the things you do Ooh Ooh-ooh Woman moaning Ooh

Real niggas do not deserve pussy Meaning its more, you see right through walls Aint talkin about pussy Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates Come with me, Forrest Gump had a lot goin for him Never without pussy, yknow, Jenny almost gave it all up for him Never even pushed for the pussy Wheres Forrest now when you need him? Talk to me, talk to me, hey, ayy, hey Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride Sit back and relax, youll find just why, just why Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride Ride, ride, ride, ride You are now watching MADtv Niggasll lose they mind for it, wine for it, dine for it—pussy Spend time for it, see no colored line for it—pussy Double back handicap and go blind for it—pussy Pussy got endless prisoners, pussy always revengin her Pussy is calculating and good pussy is rather dangerous Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ Pussy is so undefeated, lets amen to that I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks And the screw face when the bae look Wont get you no pussy I mean, the fake chains and the code names For insecure, gon reassure you not to get pussy You overcompensate too much for the pussy You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy See, thats what pussy niggas do I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin at you How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day? How many sentiments you make before runnin pussy away? How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable? But if she fuck a young nigga like me, its over for you Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth You could never trivialize pussy But a bum nigga like you would try it I know what you really bout High key, your beep is weak buddy Its only replaced by a rubber substitute We aint feelin you I think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga You could touch the booty if you like, I aint trippin on ya Im really tryna crack off on the headboard And bust it wide open for the right one Is you that for me? Cause if you that for me Like doves in the wind, hey, hey Pussy, like doves in the wind, hey, hey Pussy like doves in the wind I will make you beg for it I wanna see you crawl Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches Ill give you all of me and I wont stop, not a little bit Make you beg for it, I wanted to do it all Unfortunately you couldnt get your shit together You are now watching MADtv We take things, and my influence so far, and then its out of my hands. And, yknow, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting. Because Ive learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, Okay, Audrey, thats as much as you can do, I can actually let it go...

Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby Look inside these walls and you see Im havin withdrawals Of a prisoner on his way Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray Track attire just tell you Im tired and ran away I should ask a choir: What do you require To sing a song that acquire me to have faith? As the record spin I should pray For the record, I recognize that Im easily prey I got ate alive yesterday I got animosity buildin, its probly big as a buildin Me jumpin off of the roof is me just playin it safe But what am I posed to do when the topic is red or blue And you understand that I aint But know Im accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble And live in the street with rank No better picture to paint than me walkin from Bible study And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin if I bang Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks I dont mind cause one day youll respect The good kid, m.A.A.d city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see is strobe lights, blindin me in my hindsight Findin me by myself, promise me you can help In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until You had finally made decision to hold me against my will It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill All my innocence while ignorin my purpose to persevere As a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear But what am I posed to do when the blinkin of red and blue Flash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say woof And you ask: Lift up your shirt, because you wonder if a tattoo Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through Gang files, but that dont matter because the matter is racial profile I heard em chatter: Hes probly young, but I know that hes down Step on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest He dont mind, he know well never respect The good kid, m.A.A.d. city. Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see in this room: 20s, Xannies and these shrooms Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane Society? Its entirely stressful upon my brain You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain The silence in this room with 20s, Xannies and shrooms Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel its nothin to lose The streets sure to release the worst side of my best Dont mind, cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby

You said youd never ever break... down But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground You said youd never, ever play... to crowds But Ive seen you hoping to play songs to them now Ive spent all night long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before its gone... We’re fragile I never thought I’d be so fragile If it didn’t break before, it’s about to I don’t ever want to change I’m fragile I don’t ever want… I dont ever... Some of the people appointed to give an opinion Never do get it I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die N9na be givin the remedy and why? Critics are really the enemy and I Cant stand the way they slam todays gifted Effin incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay This jam will lay scripted Deaf and impeccable Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow Im the N9ne Ima look very mean When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show By the times itll be better, leave it in the sto Cause they wrote nothin but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes Amateur writer dissin Hes a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks Ima despise Never do try to listen Its real - Im mad Clueless when you scribble on your pad How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad You dont really get why Im so pissed? Understand this: Im an artist, and Im sensitive about my shit, yes Im We’re fragile I never thought I’d be so fragile If it didn’t break before, it’s about to I don’t ever want to change I’m fragile I don’t ever want… I dont ever... Tell me that Im famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus Tell me that your anus got your head in it I can smell the articles and know youre heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin of me Unconditional, Im hoping Im your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks Thats the feelin I get when youre concentratin On this pen, on this pad Tell me youre willin to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin of pickin apart this track Stop... Puttin my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin me platinum and gold all the time Lookin to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop... This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin and abusin What I call the realest comin from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin That was nicotine, Im bout to smoke em all And journalists involved shouldve known my music We’re fragile I never thought I’d be so fragile If it didn’t break before, it’s about to I don’t ever want to change I’m fragile I don’t ever want… I dont ever...

Me no conversate with the fake—that part All my bitches independent bitches—that part I just want the paper—that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part, ayy Its impossible to love it, if you dont come from it Its things that goes on, you just cant stomach I seen it all happen, but I aint sayin nada Peep, 24/7 in the hood its hot If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone He dont pick up then it aint bool Let you know it aint good to stop That part, that part Im a Watts nigga and we not kosher Shit, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder This is where they come, where they cop them boulders Hoes catfight with their tits exposed Still sippin on that Wild Irish Rose Still rock swap-meet designer clothes, ah! Black MAC 11 in my mattress Make a hundred racks do a backflip Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes Pussy pop for a bankroll All my killers with me got a blank face On that Fuck you, bitch, where the pay pay? Make em pull up on your block with them 223s Aim it at your face, hey Movin with the rock and the Glock concealers You either sellin rock or you flock to get it You either on the watch or the clock is tickin The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggas Get pinched, Ima post a bond Know P.O.P. gon hold it down, look Need cash, gotta get you some If a hater tell you money aint everything He dont want you to get none So we thuggin like DMX, bleed shit, PMS Point blank, period, meet me on the ES Im fully with the BS, believe that! And we dont stress A .38 til it free your chest Then PP on the POs desk Im JAY-Z in a blowout press Relate me to your blowouts best Cant hate me, Im remote youre deaf Im HD, causin photo theft My AC antifreeze gotta—that part Hold your breath, Im 8 feet when I hold this TEC Protect me from the local threats My ID say my eye dont rest My IV qualify T-Rex Society kept my IQ vexed Denyin me from an Ivy school Applyin me to the street I slept I quietly had to hold this tool Reminding me of the block I repped The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse whats left, uh Me no conversate with the fake——that part All my bitches independent bitches—that part I just want the paper—that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part, ayy Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god Yamborghini high, cream soda with the Wockhardt Soulo Ho3 the prophet, yeah, Soulo hold the profit Thats the fortune teller makin withdrawals and deposits Ironic, they wanna know where Ive been in Where the fuck Ive been hidin in When the fuck am I droppin that New work that take em to church and Turn the universe upside down again Since youre so smart I cant get in my groove til we get the Q first Do what thou will not Yo, my pool of thought large enough to part the Red Sea Father forgive em for they know not know who they see I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac Soulo Hang on, nigga, let me get some Hang on, nigga Hang on Made a mil and I spent it in the same day Got a chopper, not the AK Gettin money on a vacay Go go gadgets in the driveway Groovy Tony in July 8th Yeah, Im killin kitties on a Sunday How you ballin in a Hyundai? My Ferrari got a toupee Swerve in the big body Your favorite artist, Im his big homie Yeah Im walkin with a fifth And I aint votin, Im a Crip, homie Im where them Bloods, where them Locs at Where the blood, where the choke round Gloves for the combat How the feds in your contacts? How the feds know my set name? Fled in the Mulsanne Hydrate up the rap game Heard Soulo comin up next And SZA got a classic, nigga Heard Zay just got it mastered, uh The fire burnin through the plastic So fingers to the badges They dont love you til the racks evolve When I was broke they wouldnt accept the call Now they on me for my decimals Blank Face has gotta X em off Enemies gotta bob and weave Gangbangin like we stand for somethin When Alton Sterling gettin killed for nothin Two cowards in the car, theyre just there to film Sayin #BlackLivesMatter, shouldve died with him Wrong nigga in your hood, you gon ride on him White nigga with a badge, you gon let that slide? Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life Ill die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight Put a Blank Face on, nigga, let that drop That—that part

Oh, shit! I need that I need that sloppy That sloppy Like a Chevy in quicksand Yeah That sloppy This feelin is unmatched This feelin is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap Black Pendleton ball cap We dont share the same synonym, fall back Been in it before internet had new acts Mimicking radios nemesis made me wack My innocence limited, the experience lacked Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked The mind of a literate writer, but I did it, in fact You admitted it once I submitted it, wrapped in plastic Remember scribblin, scratchin diligent sentences backwards Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction Now, I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest Gamblin Benjamin benefits, sinnin in traffic Spinnin women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion Winnin in every decision, Kendrick is master that mastered it Isnt it lovely how menaces turned attraction? Pivotin rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic Thank God for rap I would say it got me a plaque, but whats better than that? The fact it brought me back home We been waitin for you Waitin for you Waitin for you Waitin for you I know everything I know everything, know myself I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health I know fatality might haunt you I know everything I know Compton, I know street shit, I know shit thats conscious I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma I know everything, I know history I know the universe works mentally I know the perks of bullshit isnt meant for me I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those thats ornery I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies I know if Im generous at heart, I dont need recognition The way Im rewarded—well, thats Gods decision I know you know that lines for Compton School District Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip bout how it was distributed I know how people work I know the price of life, Im knowin how much it’s worth I know what I know, and I know it well not to ever forget Until I realized I didn’t know shit, the day I came home We been waitin for you Waitin for you Waitin for you Waitin for you I met a little boy that resembled my features Nappy afro, gap in his smile, hand-me-down sneakers Bounced through the crowd Run a number on man and woman that crossed him Sun beamin on his beady beads, exhausted Tossin footballs with his ashy, black ankles Breakin new laws mama passed on home trainin He looked at me and said, Kendrick, you do know my language You just forgot because of what public schools had painted Oh, I forgot, Dont Kill My Vibe, thats right, youre famous I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken But never mind, youre here right now, dont you mistake it Its just a new trip, take a glimpse of your family ancestor Make a new list of everything you thought was progress And that was bullshit, I know your life is full of turmoil Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin you If you resist, Ill back off quick, go catch a flight or two But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace Then be an advocate, tell your homies, especially To come back home This is a world premiere This is a world premiere This is a world premiere I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind? Tell me something, got me losing my mind, ah! You make me wanna jump Jump, jump, jump, jump Lets talk about love Jump, jump, jump, jump Lets talk about love Jump, jump, jump, jump Lets talk about love Jump, jump, jump, jump Lets talk about love I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? Tell me something, think Im losing my mind, ah! I say, where you at? From the front to the back Im lookin for you, I react only when you react Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto When I was seventeen with the .38 special Maybe youre in a dollar bill, maybe youre not real Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel Maybe Im paranoid, ha, maybe I dont need you anyway Dont lie to me, Im suicidal anyway I can be your advocate I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is

Box I would surely break the lock Id jump right in and, and fall asleep, I, I fall asleep Cause, cause, cause you, cause you are the death of me Cause you are the— If you was in a pine box, box I would surely break the lock Id jump right in and, and fall asleep, I, I fall asleep Cause, cause, cause you, cause you are the death of me Cause you are the— The, the death of me, you, you, the death of me Lookin in the mirror, Im embarrassed Im feelin like a suicidal terrorist React like an infant whenever you are mentioned Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis Im in the matter of man, arm wrestlin hands I was dealt When I said the music business was all I needed When I got it, I was greeted by an alien That said last year that she slept with a Canadian That gave him an addiction thatd keep him in Mercedes Benz Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend My vice is similar Women love when youre my type And youre winnin from everything that your palm write Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel Live the ambiance all cause the audience one day said I would do it So instead of a verse bein read Ima go and get some head off the strength of my music I tell a bad bitch your ass too fat, capitalize that And your weave look good with the Indian tracks Trackin device on your used 5 Series I dont call back, just blame it on your Canadian The same day we say we in the area cruisin in Toronto Hit me on the cellular, thought he was gonna sell me a false word like the rappers I know Sat down with a few drinks, located where you cant see us A white waitress on standby when we need her A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep No doors, all that nigga was missin was Aaliyah Felt like the initiation, a reality livin in the matrix We talk casually about the industry And how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin Then he said that he was the same age as Myself, and it didnt help cause it made me even more rude and impatient So blame it on Mr. OVOXO The reason why Im breathin all the vanity I know The reason why my best friend say she love me more than life But I live a double life and need to let her go The reason why the highlight was when he said You belong to the people when you outside So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy Full of fame and bury yourself alive, then I died

I fucked up the rap game and you aint even know it I just fucked whats her name and you aint even know it She got a beep tattoo and you aint even know it We about to form a little group and you aint even know it, lets get it Stuck in a rock and a hard place Eminem, Pac and where God stay Timberlands pop that jaw bone Now bitch nigga, tell me how that tar taste And even Tarzan can get swung on I never hung out with the loud mouth You got a foul mouth And that dead body gon smell foul when it fouls out She filed my nails in the Bahamas We found ourselves in the Bahamas She found God, meditation, and peace I found myself without a condom You know everybody having them babies Its a beautiful thing it aint crazy If a rapper monogamous, you know what the problem is? Too many bitches got rabies And I hate a ho-hoppin woman Stank pussy-poppin woman You fuckin fool dont know about you But my dick need 17 years on it Anything after that is just a bonus And I been in the lab with my opponents And since Sway done swayed that list He got a flatscreen the next morning Tell em I need my credit when its due Tell em I need my lettuce when its new Tell em I got a fetish for fine fabric, Franklins and saying, Fuck you Tell em its TDE til Im DDTd in that grave And Top Dawg is proof til my nigga Whoo Kid get free, aint shit comin for free Im bout to rape you niggas til you recoup Its a groovy nigga, thats all day, Backwood hold three grams Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but wont jam This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that bitch could gon go ham Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam Gangsta nigga, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new shit Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figueroa pimp Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon balm it Swag surfin all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit Im pushin Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins These niggas aint popping, tell them, old niggas, to move on Aw damn I done said it, all them can beheaded She aint single but she solo, you aint even know it Unsigned with sold out shows, you aint even know it My lips black but they ain’t chapped, she ain’t even know that Let’s have sex, she said, Yes, you know she ain’t no that Seed of life on my chest, my head next to her breast My mind all in the clouds, just bought an ounce of the best No talking when I’m off that loud I came quick so she pissed You know I’m good for another round But it’s hard when everybody on your dick Know real niggas that’s crips, I know real niggas that’s bloods Know real niggas that’s thugging like you ain’t know what’s up Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashing And you could take that to the bank, what’s life without a balance? You aint even know it, nigga, I be everywhere you ain’t even going I thought it was snowing, but I’m just the coldest nigga out here flowin Sick of all that bullshit y’all been promoting, but Carson in the motherfucking house Del Amo, watch your motherfucking mouth I took the game by storm, just to X men out Im crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line The tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out Just a little token of gold if you aint know it, though Respect, I get the utmost Im so dope Im a walking kilo 36 Os, you dont even know Im gettin cheese like Cheetos You mad that we BMFing, bitch-ass niggas steady PMSing I never show my hands, cant know my plans Gotta keep them guessing Rock, I was off the scene Now a nigga back like a four and a half Shooting up the set like Spielberg See the big picture when them hammers flash I dont post a lot on Instagram Thats the quickest way theyll get you, man Leave that shit for the bitches man Alphabet boys, theyll get your ass IRS, they was on a nigga Cashed them out, now Im scot-free Got my passport in my JanSport, now Im overseas You dont even know it Rock been killin this shit, no gloves, no mask on me Just 100 thousand cash on me Back then, I was doing bad, homie All my bitches bad now My old hoes try to keep tabs on me Safe to say Im the man now Fuck ass nigga just stand down Fore the shots go up and its man down Hands down, still popping No prescription, Im flexing Suplex a pussy, Ive been off the edge Too late to push me, nigga I aint fell off Used to move Frosted Flakes like Kelloggs Pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, weve been on Clothesline the beat, nigga, John Cena Been having stripes, cant walk in my Adidas Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina Black Hippy shit, Rock gon bleed em I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it Got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it We came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it Got a bitch that speak no English, she don’t even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you dont even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you dont even know it This a half a million dollar car, you dont even know it I came up from the bottom, you dont even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you dont even know it Got killers with me right now, you dont even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you dont even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you dont even know it

Somebody pop all day, hol up Somebody on they way, hol up I wore the crown all day, hol up Somebody cant relate, hol up Stay down with no fakin, go up Top-down, Ive been racin, go up She wild and been dangerous, go up My crown in rotation, yeah Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait, are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? I live on ten Wait, but are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Hol up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck-up indawo , come tear this shit down I see double cups Ovolovolo Got Benjamin Franklin phezulu koMadiba So tough on the jungle I keep the piece on me, I leave you puzzled Ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her Money longer than hair on her In her mouth like cavity And I’m higher than her dads salary Saudi, are you on ten yet? Phuza i-Lean, smokin, you know poppin Xanax Ngiphaphazeka ngathi i-10 nil Hit the Msotra if you’re lookin for me Somebody ngiph indwangu netissue, I’m drippin Somebodys daughter finna swallow all these children Imali is my Achilles heel, yeah I race you to a hundred million Somebody pop all day, hol up Somebody on they way, hol up I wore the crown all day, hol up Somebody cant relate, hol up Stay down with no fakin, go up Top-down, Ive been racin, go up She wild and been dangerous, go up My crown in rotation, yeah Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait, are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? I live on ten Wait, but are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Hol up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Are you on ten yet? Do you have Henn yet? Jewelry on Windex Woop, eighty my Rolex Might Maybach the Benz, two-door comin out Black on black again, I might gold the trim I been built to win, I dont exit here Too much flexin here, Go-Go Gadget this Too much bread to get, Ive been stretchin up Aint no catchin up, I dont rest enough, ugh I dont plan for luck, I keep workin hard Who keep blessin us? Ugh Im on a ten and I need a ten Nigga, done made him a M a week Nigga, December been good to me Not even Kendrick can humble me Nigga too rich to go do the lease Tryna become a way bigger Meech Nigga, my tooth is like ten a piece TDE family, the Genovese Her tits are C cup, her ass an A-plus I got my grades up, I had no backup Now run the check up, now run the check up And fuck the place up, fuck the place up Somebody pop all day, hol up Somebody on they way, hol up I wore the crown all day, hol up Somebody cant relate, hol up Stay down with no fakin, go up Top-down, Ive been racin, go up She wild and been dangerous, go up My crown in rotation, yeah Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait, are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? I live on ten Wait, but are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Hol up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Somebody, somebody, somebody on ten Originality, couple fatalities Candied my car and its sweet like a cavity Sayin they after me, aint no one after me Baby mama used to work at the Applebees Somebody call my phone, yeah Ima send their ass to voicemail I dont even check my voicemail Big weight, Ima need a horse scale F12, Berlinetta I can wear shorts in the winter, uh Wore turtlenecks in the summer, uh This here is not for beginners, yeah Digi-scale, fingernail Went to Hell, came back, went to jail Left jail, went to Benihana Kenny on the corner, got the swagger on me Yeah, different fabric on me Yeah, this for trappers only Yeah, married to the game Yeah, holy matrimony Yeah, boots upside your cranium Fucked up someones stage again From strip clubs to stadiums I took my shot and made it in Somebody pop all day, hol up Somebody on they way, hol up I wore the crown all day, hol up Somebody cant relate, hol up Stay down with no fakin, go up Top-down, Ive been racin, go up She wild and been dangerous, go up My crown in rotation, yeah Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait, are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? I live on ten Wait, but are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Hol up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Pimp-pimp! Pimp-pimp! Pimp-pimp! Love wont get you high as this Drugs wont get you high as this Fame wont get you high as this Chains wont get you high as this Juice wont get you high as this Crew wont get you high as this Hate wont get you high as this Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate, uh Love wont get you high as this Drugs wont get you high as this Fame wont get you high as this Chains wont get you high as this Juice wont get you high as this Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Life wont get you high like this here, no He wont get you high like this here, no She wont get you high like this here, no For Free? wont get you high like this here, no Two keys wont get you high, no, no, no Bentleys wont get you high, like, no Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Life wont get you high, no, no, no He wont get you high, no, no, no She wont get you high, no, no, no For Free? wont get you high, no, no, no Two keys wont get you high, no, no, no Bentleys wont get you high, no, no, no Bars wont get you high, no, no, no Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Shut your fuckin mouth and get some cash, you bitch, you You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch, you Santas reindeer better have some ass, you bitch, you Everything Im working, gotta be the gas, you bitch, you Shut your fuckin mouth and get some cash, you bitch You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch Santas reindeer better have some ass, you bitch Everything Im working, gotta be the Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Me dont want problem Me dont want trick Me do want dollars Me want it big Me dont want problem Me dont want trick Me do want dollars Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate We dont want problem We dont want trick We do want dollar We do it big We do it big We do it big We dont want problem Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Compton is where Im from Is where Im from, where is Im from Yeah, yeah Young Egypt Look, look I feel like Pacino in Godfather, Im charged Our Father who art in Heaven, Kendrick at large Came in the game with a plan of beatin the odds What an accomplishment, broken promises Kept my focus anonymous till I dealt with the consequence The greatest, the latest mogul, you know what time it is You niggas fear me like yall fear God You sound frantic, I hear panic in your voice Just know the mechanics of making your choice in writin your bars Before you poke out your chest, loosen your bra Before you step out of line and dance with the star I could never end a career if it never start The murderous capital, avenues lookin like evil dead zombies With batteries to the head The flattery of watchin my stock rise The salary, the compensation tripled my cock size I run through these stop signs with no brake fluid Just premium gas, do it for dolo Crash markets and prejudiced tags, look at my photo Black excellence, pessimist, die countin my coin Hope its evident that I inspired a thousand emcees to do better I blew cheddar on youth centers, buildings and beamers and blue leather Forecastin my future, this is the future The mastermind, until my next album, more power to you Gunshot Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on , come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on This is a fifteen minute song Were just jammin out, we on stage Taz, we just jammin out Hundred thousand Hundred thousand, you gotta see it! Look, look, look, go back to the down note They all sing this shit, everybody Now I dont let you down, down for You see, you see, you see, you see But I dont shake you down, dog for you, you, you, you, uh They say the government aint the truth, truth, truth, truth And the politicians always mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth But head is the answer Head is the future Dont second guess yourself Come on, give me some help Hey one more time, band, I need yall to help me out right now Head is the answer Head is the futu—its the future, that nigga said Dont second guess yourself Come on, give me some help Say come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on—my background singer—come on, come on Say, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on I said, girl, you make me wanna, uh Great, the—the hos screaming now, uh I said baby you make You make me wanna just, ah! Baby, you got me speechless right now I gotta take it there, I aint even playin no more Uh, said you just make me wanna drag you down To the ground, to the ground Like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam Ju—you just make me wanna drag you down To—down, around like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam And, baby, if your mamas around if your mamas around If your mamas around if your mamas around Tell her, tell her No discrimination , she young nigga chasin And she can get this dick too! I said come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, nigga You gotta do it, man We gonna lay that shit We gonna lay that shit man and watch what its gon do

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh Whats wrong, nigga? I thought you was keeping it gangsta I thought this what you wanted They say if you scared, go to church But remember, he knows the Bible too Now, baby, when I get you, get you, get you, get you Ima go hit the throttle with you Smoking, lokin, poking that doja til Im idle with you Cause I Now, baby, when Im riding here, Im riding dirty Registration is out of service Smoking, lokin, drinking that potion, you can see me swerving Cause I I remember you took me to the mall last week, baby You looked me in my eyes about four, five times Til I was hypnotized, then you clarified That I You said Sherane aint got nothing on Lucy I said, You crazy? Roses are red, violets are blue But me and you both pushing up daisies if I Now, baby, when I get you, get you, get you, get you Ima go hit the throttle with you Smoking, lokin, poking that doja til Im idle with you Cause I You said to me, you said your name was Lucy I said, Wheres Ricardo? You said, Oh, no, not the show Then you spit a little rap to me like this When I turned twenty-six, I was like, Oh, shit You said to me, I remember what you said too, you said: My name is Lucy, Kendrick, you introduced me, Kendrick Usually I don’t do this but I see you and me, Kendrick Lucy give you no worries, Lucy got million stories About these rappers that I came after when they was boring Lucy gon fill your pockets Lucy gon move your mama out of Compton Inside the gi-gantic mansion like I promised Lucy just want your trust and loyalty, avoiding me? Its not so easy, Im at these functions accordingly Kendrick, Lucy dont slack a minute, Lucy work harder Lucy gon call you even when Lucy know you love your Father Im Lucy, I loosely heard prayers on your first album, truly Lucy dont mind, cause at the end of the day youll pursue me Lucy go get it, Lucy not timid, Lucy up front Lucy got paperwork on top of paperwork I want you to know that Lucy got you All your life I watched you And now you all grown up to sign this contract, if that’s possible Get you, get you, get you, get you Ima go hit the throttle with you Smoking, lokin, poking that doja til Im idle with you Cause I Now, baby, when Im riding here, Im riding dirty Registration is out of service Smoking, lokin, drinking that potion, you can see me swerving Cause I Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh 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 screamin in the hotel room I didnt wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin for answers Until I came home

Call it how it is Hendrix I promise, I swear, I swear If Young Metro dont trust you, I’m gon shoot you You heard, spit it, yo Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a bitch Dont chase no bitches Two cups, toast up with the gang From food stamps to a whole nother domain Out the bottom, Im the livin proof Aint compromising, half a million on a coupe Drug houses, lookin like Peru Graduated, I was overdue Pink molly, I can barely move Ask about me, Im gon bust a move Rick James, thirty-three chains Ocean air, cruisin Biscayne Top off, that’s a liability Hit the gas, boostin my adrenaline Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Percocets, Molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a bitch Dont chase no bitches Four-door Maybach, I drive anything Buy my Range, make em go insane DJ EscoMoe City Uh, I got a halo I level up every time God say so Shooter on payroll Lookin like Pancho, lookin like Pedro Money tree from Tarzan Ten dividends gon grow when I say grow Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch Aint no penny that I dont touch All my enemy bite on dust Aint no talkin when its fatal Havin heart, I cant tell Half of yall might need help I might fall in Rodeo I might ball in Australia I might call her for real All the ass gon unveil Wind blows in the windows and I snuck in when the vent close She copy like 10-4, know who we sent for Platinum, platinum, platinum Gotta look at self and ask what happened How yall let a conscious nigga go commercial While only makin conscious albums? How yall let the braids on TV? How yall let the hood at the table? Now yall dont even know how to rate him Niggas lookin like Im a Create-A-Player Everybody who didnt pay respect Gotta fess up now and pay ya debts Gotta lay somethin down if makin threats Gotta say somethin now, dont hold ya breath I mean, Im floatin, I got the sauce, got the potion I got em all in convulsions and emotions I put careers in negotions and put the body in the ocean I made an oath when my nigga told me to go in Then he died on a cold bench All my old friends livin life on a slow end Gotta keep shit rollin, its deep I done fucked so much, I cant sleep I done fucked so much, Im retired Im bout to live my life through Dave Free She said she broke down when Prince died Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me Get your ass up and be inspired You know how many bodies in the street? Take the mask off so you can see Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a bitch Dont chase no bitches Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Gas gone, never nod off Vengeance is mine, said the Lord

Im with this Complexion Complexion dont mean a thing Complexion It all feels the same Uh, Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin sun Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done Sneak Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know Id go the distance, you know Im ten toes down Even if master listenin, cover your ears, he bout to mention Complexion Complexion dont mean a thing Oh, Complexion It all feels the same Dark as the midnight hour, or bright as the mornin sun Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama cant run Sneak Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know Id go the distance, you know Im ten toes down Even if masters listenin, I got the worlds attention So Ima say somethin thats vital and critical for survival Of mankind, a feline color should never rival Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken By different shades of faces Then Whit told me, A woman is woman, love the creation It all came from God, then you was my confirmation I came to where you reside And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with... Complexion Complexion dont mean a thing Oh, Complexion It all feels the same You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it You like it, I love it (Where the homegirl Rapsody at? I need you to speak your mind real quick, loved one!) Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2Pac Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy Color of your skin? Color of your eyes That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave 12 years of age, thinkin my shade too dark I love myself, I no longer need Cupid Enforcin my dark side like a young George Lucas Light don’t mean you smart, bein dark don’t make you stupid And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin “Woo-hah!” Need a paradox for the pair of docs they tutored Like two Todds, L-L, you lose two times If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion It ain’t complex to put it in context Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed Ain’t no stress, jiggaboos wanna be I ain’t talkin Jay, I ain’t talkin Bey I’m talkin days we got school watchin movie screens And spike your self-esteem The new James Bond gon be black as me Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea And it’s all beautiful to me Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens We all on the same team, blues and pirus, know colors ain’t a thing Barefoot babies with no cares Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car? I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth

W-W-W-What is it? Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson I started out as a baby-faced monster No wonder theres diaper rash on my conscience My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense Gem Star razor and a dinner plate Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar, thats my dinner date Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a Minute Steak Nigga, I was crack in the school zone Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on Couldnt do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches What I sell for pain in the hood, Im a doctor Zhivago, tried to fight the urge Like Ivan Drago, If he dies, he dies Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides Throwing punches in his room, if he cries, he cries We dont drink away the pain when a nigga die We add a link to the chain, inscribe a nigga name in your flesh We playin on a higher game of chess Once you delegate his bills, who gon fuck his bitch the best? A million megapixels of the Pyrex Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause its honest Pure as the fumes that be fuckin with my sinus Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon, red Blood on your diamonds til you dying – dead, yuugh! You better change what comes out your speaker You better change, ch-ch-change Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee, dee-dee, dah-dee, day-ah You wanna see a dead body? Instrumentals from my mommas Christmas party Troubles on my mind I still smell crime, my little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis Either that or my auntie was stealing it Hit the pipe and start feeling it Ooh, wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise, please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten And nine times out of ten, niggas dont pay attention And when its tension in the air, nines come with extensions My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold I said, Daddy, one day, Ima get you right with thirty-six zips One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter He said, Son, how come you think you be my connect? I said, Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect He said, Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick Your son dope, nigga! Now reap what you sowed, nigga! I was born in 87, my granddaddy a legend Now the same shit that yall was smoking is my profession Lets get it You better change what comes out your speaker You better change ch-change, ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange You better change what comes out your speaker Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who? Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?

Im wakin up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust Im breathin in the chemicals Im breakin in, shapin up The checkin out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive I raise my flags, dye my clothes Its a revolution, I suppose Well paint it red to fit right in, whoa Im breakin in, shapin up Then checkin out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive All systems go, sun hasnt died Deep in my bones, straight from inside Bury me alive, bury me with pride Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine Thank you berry much, but tonights my night and Im Barry Bonds Swingin for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time Everything in lifes subject to change, change whip, change grind Change clothes, change opinions, right before I change my mind I dont really know yah business, been in there since I was bendin Lego blocks Now you tell the world about me, dry snitch Tater tots on my shotgun, now I gotta pop one at the stars Skys the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars Mark my word, Ima make my mark, even when they start their Martial Law Even when these Martians alienate, my mental state is still at heart Fuck, look in my eyes, tell me I died, tell me I tried, to compromise Tell me you love me, tell me that I, dont give a fuck and can barely decide Wishin good luck on my enemies, all of my energy go to the almighty God I could drown in a bottle of Hennessy, fuck your amenities, Im gettin better with time AHHHHH! Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Im radioactive, radioactive

Were far from good, not good from far Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screamin, We dont give a fuck Drink my forty-ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt Cause the kids just aint alright Oh shit, nigga Somethin bout to happen Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building Hope the dogs dont smell it Welcome to vigilante, 80s, so dont you ask me Im hungry, my bodys antsy, I rip through your fuckin pantry Peelin off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra Granny said when Im old enough, Ill be sure to be all I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy, fix your panties, Im Mr. Marcus, you gettin fucked, uh You aint heard nothin harder since Daddy Kane Take it in vain, Vicodins couldnt ease the pain Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write Strong enough to stand in front of a travelin freight train, are you trained? To go against Dracula, draggin the record industry by my fangs AK clips, money clips, and gold chains You walk around with a P90 like its the 90s Bullet to your temple, your homicidell remind me That Compton Crip niggas aint nothin to fuck with Bompton Pirus aint nothin to fuck with Compton éses aint nothin to fuck with But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop Lets hit the county buildin, gotta cash my check Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it Im drivin on E with no license or registration Heart racin, racin past Johnny because hes racist 1987, the children of Ronald Reagan Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch He blowin on stress, hopin to ease the stress He coppin some blow, hopin that it can stretch Newborn massacre Hoppin out the passenger with calendars cause your day comin Run him down and then he gun him down, Im hopin that you fast enough Even the legs of Michael Johnson dont mean nothin, because Compton Crip niggas aint nothin to fuck with Bompton Pirus aint nothin to fuck with Compton éses aint nothin to fuck with But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop Cant detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight, dont fight fair, cause youll never win Cant detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight, dont fight fair, cause youll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah We really out here, my nigga You niggas dont understand, my nigga Im off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga Trippin, my nigga

Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah I cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top And run on sins, and front on friends If we dont win then pay your Tithes and mend your fence And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rims And LA hoes, if that aint wrong, if I aint gone I aint home, I aint them, I aint them No more ends and no more trends And photo tint and photo lens, notice this Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me Bowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin up, clean as fuck Other side chill for niggas, makin life look clear for niggas Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side So give the nigga, if we honest you gon miss a nigga Twisted with em, this the isms See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit And your, if it isnt, this cost some titties and scar your face The wrong of wrongs has caught a case Other niggas they Mobb like Carter say from far away All my niggas like Calm down Lovin life above a reason, just cant find it like a dozen people Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney Get too tired to write and died in prison Felt like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight? Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like Im runnin in circles Oh and Im just holdin onto my breath I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But Ill make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now Lets go How many souls do you touch a day? How many hoes do you fuck a day? How many flows do your thought convey? How many know you cant walk away? Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in I kick back with kick do Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real? Pay me if Ima be rhymin these homonyms Crazy, my other show went to my mom n em My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him But now he got one, Im ridin shotgun With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one Im in the deep end, boss nigga you not one And I believe in Kool-Aid and Gods son Do you believe that Black man is our sun? I made enough residuals to hide some I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some I told Zay, Im the best rapper since twenty-five Been like that for a while now, Im twenty-nine Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin liar Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed Fuck them and fuck yall and fuck me I proceed my last check in proceeds To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs The word, to give the life we live as I get... ...so ahead of myself Feel like Im runnin in circles Oh and Im just holdin onto my breath I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But Ill make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now Lets go Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just dont forget me Love me for the moment hug me like your sibling Weed aint that important, vice cops in the kitchen Grew with Apollonia Rob was makin chicken Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face Now when I go home, I dont know what my fam gon say Zay, say it aint love cause you bought flowers yesterday Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap But now lets talk bout me, me, me Lately I been comin, this aint goin how I wanted When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep Faithful as your EBT, closer than you momma kin Anger when you rang about my dog but Im gon call again Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out Niggas that been hatin just cant wait to have my CD now Dont we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound Please be down, I been more than late... Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like Im runnin in circles Oh and Im just holdin onto my breath I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But Ill make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now All in the air now Lets go Okay, Ima tell you this story, man...A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh...he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh...said, Dang, boy, why...Zay talkin bout he gon run up in somebody house? He...he...he talkin bout you?

Cypher TDE Schoolboy Q, whats hatnin? Most of these niggas shouldnt be next to us We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes Xanny imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold Your wigll get told, put the realest niggas Niggas, product of cap-peelers, gangbangers, and dealers Streets keep watching—Oh, ayy... click, boom The ghetto bird get shot down, straight to the top now They want a third strike on my background But nah, homie, put the mask on when I slide on em Put the cash in the safe, and heres a extra slug fore I shake You smoke faster than me with a eighth Or better yet, a wet break on a plate Burning your faith, all your senses covered in tape Fucking with them boys in blue Chill out before I send them rags at you You running to the cops saying, How we do? Saying, Its just rap, and them lines aint true So I just do Q, fuck it, a ménage à two Or maybe trois, baby girl need a papa, I be her da-da Coochie spanking, give praise to Allah Get blazed in my car, with Oxymoron—Rock Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta I aint no backpack rapper, I aint no lyricist And if we aint talking to you, mind your business, then Cold with it, Black Hippy, yeah, we cold niggas All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us, they bones quiver Heard some clowns throwing stones at us Holding boulders, champ Once you hear that YAWK, watch the domes shatter Its Top Dawg, we running rap Wack rappers feline, reason why we dont run with cats Nine-double O-five-nine, where my family at Pull up in that family van, holding tools like the handyman And to be real, not with all this rapping, politicking Rapper competition, wrapped up my position Til Im finished, til I make a couple tickets, then Im outty On them islands with my crimeys, chilling, hide your feelings Now, can I live? Look, I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt Cause everywhere I go, they like, When you dropping some work? Been a threat since birth The rap games pallbearer when Im dropping the hearse I aint new to this, Im true to this, industrys nightmare Red strings in my Nike Airs, yeah, the white pair Im Jay Rock, Americas most wanted My charges? Killing emcees without warning Rock! Yeah, its Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, Im the skinny Biggie In New York City with Puffy, puffing the sticky All odds against me, still even the score Prolly why Im always OT, on tour TDE, believe me, we want war I dont even know what piece I like most no more Two fingers, two triggers, whats the difference? We all gon die one day, and til then, Im gettin paid My grandma watching, so I aint gon curse Still gifted like a Wale verse Backwood full of OG Bobby Johnson Medicine in my soda, tryna dodge the coffin, ah And these days are so bittersweet I guess its just a balance, we battle naturally And yall still tripping off of JAY-Z tweet I still got laps to run when me and JAY-Z meet—peep Soul Brother No. 2 The first one used to make beats for CL Smooth Top got the S550, but the CL smooth And rolling weed is the only time I see Ls move Soul! Look, ayy, I think I found my second home, sunny California And its your lil nigga Brother, you aint meant for corners—its what they told me So I never looked back, I got a shell in the bag Fat as elephant ass, so we flood in the path Passing propellers, I tell her, tell her, We flying, just listen See, we diamond, just shining, and they gon find us just glistening Brought sand to the beach, and we left with your bitches For the record in Guinness, Im a heckling menace Wheres Robin? Im giving, fucking minding my business He a regular victim of some regular women, huh Regular niggas, you always cater to sluts You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk I put your motherfucking dreams in your face And keep looking for some women to be all in your face That deep dussy, rich nigga, king dussy That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy You could never rap better than me Cause you aint dedicated, you aint underrated You aint underlooked, you aint undercooked, you just underbooked Its supposed to be me and my niggas in the record book Now they got me out here by myself, still fresh as fuck I hate yall, Id do anything to replace yall Shout-out to Face Mob A Geto Boy til Im unemployed with a day job And kicking boxes I kick ass and then kick knowledge Im way more polished than ninety-nine percent of the scholars you thought had graduated Im the master that masturbated on your favorite emcee Until the industry had wanted me assassinated You either corny or an opportunist I let you eat, now go back to church and steal crackers at communion What are we doing? Im bout to crack the da Vinci Code Yeah, and nothing been the same since they dropped Control And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes Haha, jokes on you High-five, {smack!}, Im bulletproof Your shotsll never penetrate Pin a tail on the donkey, boy, you been a fake I got my thumb on hip-hop And my foot in the back of your ass Aftermath get the last laugh I serve niggas like Master Geoffrey, jump on the curb Turn a shotty to a verb if you let me, you know Im a killer Im on your head, they know Im a killer The West Coast Cosa Nostra, under oath til its over You over-owe us So what the fuck? I fuck you niggas up, I fuck you niggas up She suck and fuck, I fuckin duck you fuck-niggas like when I want You go at us, you going fucking nuts, acting irrational Pop you, then pop an Adderall, know the drill like a lateral, nigga Im more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason Pacing back and forth, racing, my thoughts on them racing Daytons I spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit up I feel like some of yall is hating Quite frankly, your bitch booty should thank me for grabbing it Turn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick Accidents never happen when murders involved Immaculate tactics, so follow me, if you need me, just call on me I say, Hold up, wait a minute Your career aint shit unless you got some Kendrick in it You pussies aint shit, aint no room is left on my dick Less you look like Jordin Spark, make my mark on that clitoris, mwah Hollywoods been good to me Lil hood nigga, used to pawn moms jewelry Family jewels big as fuck, and I got the balls to say it Balls-deep, balling out til Spalding need a replacement Im outchea, the West in your mouth, chyeah Invest in the vest of Vietnam vets when you out near The white court building, spilling its Merlot Fillin women, a Virgo pimped the industry Member these Stacey Adams and fur-coats Shook, youre scared to death Youre scared to look in the mirror when Kendrick is near you— King Kendrick!

So I met this young lady, ya know, when I went back home. I was tryna spit my best game to her, you know, give her my best cap, but she kept on snapping her fingers like snaps. I said You know what, girl? You crazy. Then she asked me what he said... A peace of mind Thats what the Asian said—I need a divine Intervention was his religion and I was surprised Him believing in Buddha, me believing in God Asked him what are you doing, he said taking my time Meditation is a must, it dont hurt if you try See you thinking too much, plus you too full of yourself Worried about your career, you ever think of your health? A piece of land Thats what the Indian said—I needed the man Telling me longevity is in the dirt Should buy some property first Should profit a better dollar with generational perks Equity at his best, really, you should invest These tangible things expire, dont you expect Income with so much outcome and yes Look at my heritage, we blessed A piece of pussy Thats what the black man said I needed to push me To the limit, to satisfy my hunger We do it all for a woman from haircut to a war We like to live in the jungle, like to play in the peach What you saying to me? He said nigga, come back to reality for a week Pussy is power, fuck on a new bitch every night I wouldnt be prouder, you should allow it A piece of mines Thats what the white man wanted when I rhyme Telling me that he selling me just for $10.99 If I go platinum from rapping, I do the company fine What if I compromise? He said it dont even matter You make a million or more, you living better than average You losing your core following, gaining it all He put a price on my talent, I hit the bank and withdraw Hit the bank and withdraw, hit the bank and withdraw Put myself in the rocket ship and I shot for the stars Look at what you accomplishing; what he said to the boy Ima make you some promises that you just cant ignore Your profession anonymous as an artist if I dont target your market If you aint signing your signature when I throw you my wallet A lot of rappers are giving their demo all in the toilet Your world tour, your masters, mortgage, I need a piece I holler, What you do? What you say? I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today I holler, What you do? What you say? I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today What the black man say? Tell em we dont die, tell em we dont die Tell em we dont die, we multiply Tell em we dont die, tell em we dont die Tell em we dont die, we multiply Tell em we dont die, tell em we dont die Tell em we dont die, we multiply Tell em we dont die, tell em we dont die Tell em we dont die, we multiply

Wakanda, welcome Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny? Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty Got them, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah Top off, gettin topped off in the city Big Top Dawg and I dance on em like Diddy Pop off and I pop back like Fiddy, yeah I hit the ceilin and forgot about the floor, yeah Brand so big, got my haters on the ropes, yeah This be the wave plus I live on the coast, yeah When I touch a bag, young nigga do the most, yeah Mmm, woo, and I Wakanda flex And you know what time it is But dont know what grindin is Baby, I care, baby, I swear Only one real nigga here, only two real niggas here, yeah Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shots , purped up, syruped up, nigga, like Pimp C Flight suit, bout to slide down Space City Top down, she down under like Iggy, yeah Lockjaw when the night call too litty Knockoff, get your rocks off, got plenty Got rocks, got Jays, got Ye, got Lenny, yeah I need my engine, she need extensions Dont be the center, attention, just play your position Got my life on a yacht mission cause they been a vision Runnin through these waves like Im Moses out the booth Hop out the trees , whippin a frog and it leap Foggy, cant breathe, Vacheron over Philippe Out in the street , chill with the gang, make it sweet Big shots , forget your name like Im Steve Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shot , peanut butter insides Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles Emotional, motional, motional, motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I cant fuck with yall Pussy-ass, ho niggas , I cant fuck with yall Bitches all up in my business , I cant fuck with yall Industry of counterfeits , I cant fuck with yall Taking off when you landing Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums And Im dancing on them stars The galaxy aint got room for yall Aint nothing gonna happen soon for yall While Im here and every day I hear Your bullshit, self-pity Reason why you never dealt with me Reason why your girl dealt with me Hands up, in the building, we get busy and say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep Thats exactly what this sound like A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up two times Then give it right back, dont blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I cant fuck with yall Pussy-ass, ho niggas , I cant fuck with yall Bitches all up in my business , I cant fuck with yall Industry of counterfeits , I cant fuck with yall Look at my life then look at yours Get some ambition, why you bored? Timell never wait on no man Society will never hold your hand Niggas like to gossip like bitches Got me thinking you dont like bitches Wonder whats behind them Ray Bans? Eyes of a coward, I understand Niggas like to gossip like bitches Sip Dom Pérignon, when we finish, we say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep Thats exactly what this sound like But never will I ever forget Left Eye Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky And a button on your lips, dont blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I cant fuck with yall Pussy-ass, ho niggas , I cant fuck with yall Bitches all up in my business , I cant fuck with yall Industry of counterfeits , I cant fuck with yall Now everybody sing this shit Im sending him a four-page letter And I enclosed it with a kiss And when I write him, he better Get it on time Look at my life, and look at yours Get some ambition why you bored R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P

See any angels in the city See any angels in the city See any angels in the city Tell them mothafuckas Im forever paid California king, wrestle gators in that Everglade Drive up out that mothafuckin swamp in the Escalade So before you put that red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin résumé Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole – I never hesitate Dre Beats on, smokin that chronic just to meditate Ima give em hurricanes until another levee break You niggas is featherweight, Im Aftermaths heavyweight Now Dres weapon of mass destruction is bout to detonate When a nigga Wack found me, shit, I was sellin weight Now a niggas sellin millions, now its time to celebrate Performin in front of millions, nigga, every race 6-4 in the 64, now watch the Chevy scrape Fourth album, no five mics? Then let em hate! But Im not stoppin till Im the fuckin king in every state Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burnin when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, ‘cause I want that shot Im a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, Ima wreck it, even if my record dont pop Ima tie a knot on a downtown buildin Let it tow behind me, tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga, fuck your feelings, this is me Im sick of mothafuckas talkin about the West died Cant you hear my heart beatin? Thats the motherfuckin Westside You test me, you test God, Im His son It say in Psalms, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You wont have no time to run Im from the Compton slums, and thats how the West ride Im from the city where two of the best died Rest in peace to both of em, spit like Im the ghost of em Damn, I said I spit like Im the ghost of em Name your top 10, Im harder than the most of em Matter of fact, shorten your list, nigga, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov… probably Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mill that I slaughter And serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly When Im the nigga sold 5 mill out the gate and numbers do not lie Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burnin when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, ‘cause I want that shot Im a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, Ima wreck it, even if my record dont pop Ima tie a knot on a downtown buildin Let it tow behind me, tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga, fuck your feelings, this is me I gave you The Documentary, shit was a classic Gave you Doctors Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the red ink on the paper, its like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waitin for Im the lost angel knockin on Satans door What the fuck yall take me for? I love you ‘cause you hate me more Im Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 Shake you like Haitis floor Walk up on you, like, Whats goin on, baby boy? Shots in that Mercedes door Either Im crazy or the black Slim Shady or Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more? But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burnin when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, ‘cause I want that shot Im a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, Ima wreck it, even if my record dont pop Ima tie a knot on a downtown buildin Let it tow behind me, tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga, fuck your feelings, this is me Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant And the coupe tinted, got pulled over Johnny always lock a nigga down, knowin damn well We dont wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size Ride like Pac in his prime; Thug Life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscin when the L.A. Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncles dome And I dont condone dickridin Im addicted to Westsidin Livin in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turned me to a lion Tryin… and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city where a nigga hadnt seen that shit Compton! – a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never TV-screened that shit Cant block or screen that shit Now everybody sing that shit! Red is a very emotionally and intense color. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate, and raises blood pressure. It has a very high visibility, which is why stop signs, stop lights, and fire equipments are usually painted red. It also represents one third of Californias gang population. Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area. Also, tuck your jewellry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle. Thank you! Enjoy it!

Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q He uglier than a motherfucker Tire marks, tire marks Finish line with the tire marks When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave Ugh, walking on water and running on waves God MC, oh my God, you gotta see There’s never no Is in me Of an Odyssey, I’m a block away Fire marshals moving in Marshmallows inside my pen Sweet sixteens Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I’m so appalled With the prototype with a godly protocol You an amateur, they wanna pro to call I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada I don’t care where ya are Just blink twice and I’m there where you are Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam nigga Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga Had a black Camry, bumpin Dipset, Killa Cam nigga I had been around niggas, killas, pimps You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch Shoved off the porch when I was like six Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6 Kick in the door K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick Momma in the bathroom poppa at work Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church Look at my shirt, Polo on it It’s gon sell if my logo on it I fear no opponent A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen You looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, Hiiipower HP, in ya face like HD And I spit like a HK I’ma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G Problem and Hootie nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga Cause I’m going out with a fist raised And a fist full of money give it to the fifth grade Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade With a democratic politician from CA They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ Give us some free J’s put us in PJs Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way God-Damn, yall cold Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code Stuck in the street where its dark like Harpo Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go Although I’m in the land of milk and honey Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain All the niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit Take it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit Like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga aint popped no steel, aint popped no collar Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to someone I’m being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub With your BM in it and your stash box glove And the medicine a doctor gave a nigga wont help I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like Bla bla bla bla where the knife at? Cut cut cut where your life at? Your careers over, he’s slumped over And if Im off beat know I’m un-sober Thats a new flow Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer Not a rapper, I’m a raptor Thats a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture I’m a factor and your facial I will fracture to a fraction No one-half and I hate math Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricon Took me mighty long to get here Nigga, Fuck!

Doing what I gotta do, aaaa What up though? We the best music... I guess Im on my Don shit What that mean? Ima go, aaaa DJ Khaled Straight up, late nights mixed with early days Itll probably be that way until the pearly gates Stress weighing on me, they want me to nervous break These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man Sheesh, at least if you real then I have to respect it Realize the energy you give is what you manifested So understand we positive as could be The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats Boy its never going south less we down in South Beach Khaled on the jet skis, preaching what you believe in Everything fast cept the food, watch what we eating If it add a couple years to our life, then we might go vegan Woah, I hear a little bit of me in all your favorite rappers You know its true, bitch I need respect due Now or later, either way Ima take it Just like its fuckin taxes No wonder Im on fire, I done been to hell and back bitch Lately I been living life in detachment I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions We been all in the Hollywood Hills, and never been acting Detroit gave me an accent and Christ gave me his passion Father help us, police doing target practice with real bodies Mommas in the streets, crying, standing over a still body Niggas over stressing, we under investigation Every day off to the races, cant fuck with you if you racist Beat your ass until you purple They cant even tell what your race is Doctor King meet Dr. Dre Except this doctor lost all his patience Have you tied up in a basement With you and your partner facing adjacent Until you deposit payment or reparations If you shoot me then you gotta deal with a holy me It feel like Im finally free and unlock my spirit with the holy key And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key Everything I touch may disintegrate into dust Everything I trust may dishonor me in disgust Everything is everything, affidavits and wedding rings Out for blood on my higher horse, I report what it was I dont wear crosses no more, Yeshuas coming back I aint scared of losses no more, I see life in that I dont resonate with the concept of love and hate Cause your perspective is less effective and rather fake The universe and the heavens work in my DNA Kendrick said Fuck Mother Earth, thats PSA The land of the wicked, the foundation of Lucifers spirit Walking zombies and spellcatchers, I pray for forgiveness Uncle Bobby and Paul June is lost again The underworld and the fourth dimension, my familys in The big money, the fast cars, my life produced The blocks I connected while re-building this Rubiks cube So what you look up to? Fame and fortune, bitches, Porsches Sources with designer thing Brand endorsement joining forces with sorcerers signing me Law enforcement their forces, tortures us with violent speed Fuck your bosss employment my joy is to see all you bleed Two new Royces with choices of color my desire need Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee Flesh and poison the point is the reason You wont die in peace Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally I destroy and divorce what you eating, dont you hire me Tape recording my voices and tweak it Lets play hide and seek War distortion and forfeit this evening, you should try at least Im restoring the portrait of feasting, nigga, I am beast I dont like to sleep, Im up like coyote, I might OD Hair like ODB, Im off a higher need Khaled is valid, I been looking for inspiration But when you the only king, you the only one in the matrix Oh yeah, mhm yeah And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key And Ima celebrate it for a long time They tried but couldnt break me, now its all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key Holy, Holy key, holy

I am Killmonger No ones perfect But no ones worthless We aint deservin of everything Heaven and Earth is But word is, good, Said no ones perfect, but no ones worth this We aint deservin of everything heaven and Earth is But word is, good Ayy, they better call a paramedic in the street I got leverage in the street Im a California nigga and Im heavy in the streets .22 or .23, Im heavy with the heat Hit you with this chop, paramedics cant save you Really in the field cmon bro, I know that aint you 2018, hell naw, I aint gon fade you Gon paint you, TDE and SOB, we cant lose Niggas bitch made Thats just somethin I cant relate to Turn on the gang Thats just somethin that I cant do Fall out over a bitch Thats just somethin that I cant do Rip every beat I get on, I was made to This Glock get to growlin, somethin like a black panther Tryna touch a mil, fuck sayin get yo bands up Fuckin with the gang, yeah, I had to man up One fist in the air, I aint finna put my hands up I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would I wish a bitch would I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would Got shooters tappin in, nigga for them bands, nigga West Coast niggas; yeah, they blowin fans, nigga I know Im the man, baby, bring your friends with you Puttin points up while you in the stands, nigga But I be stuck in these streets, you in the background Ever since they took my brother, gotta pack rounds Sorry momma, two bails, took a bad route I done got my bands up, a nigga stacked now But we been still O.T. on that bullshit I dont wanna have to do it, empty full clips Why these niggas talkin robbin, they dont do shit High Cali niggas tapped in, well cook shit Bust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin stretched Rockin with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest Last year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest Now a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would I wish a bitch would I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would California nigga and Im heavy in these streets If you dont keep a pole how you ready when its beef Lil nigga think he cut, yeah, I bet the nigga freeze If that nigga want me dead, I cant let that nigga breathe Want me gone, sent a shot, like the real kind These niggas actin like they tough when they real kind Thumbin through a 100 racks just to kill time They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine But it come with this shit, Im okay with it If your mans to his last share a plate wit em One whole wood to the neck, its an eighth in it New baby chop, let it sing, its a Drake nigga A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot Why its hard for me to smile? Cause I seen a lot You aint really in the field, you just tweet a lot If we aint on the same page, you can kick a rock, bitch! And I been really tryna keep the peace But Im a north Vallejo nigga, and Im heavy in the streets I was raised by my granny and the gangsters So at eight I made the choice Ima forever be a G, and I dont really like to talk I remember we was broke and I dont really like to walk, nigga Now I ride around in foreign cars And I put on for my team who was with me from the start, nigga I dont play games, stitch lip, I dont say names She want a dog, Im a Great Dane I got great aim, Ice Age on my damn chain My momma told me keep a stash for the damn rain They aint wanna see me win cause Im black So I pulled up in that all black Benz in the back If you need someone to call, Im the man for the task You aint standin for the cause, meet the man in the mask

I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time Im gone So when they call my number, I dont never pick up I dont owe you shit, bitch, leave me alone Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes Stay to myself like loners do Get high by myself, Im not in the mood To politic or be fake with you We apologize if you ever knew Too many niggas, and not enough hoes And most of you niggas, acting like hoes Everything I do is too alumni Ima take my time, Ima master it You should be mindful of a mastermind Put a landmine right where your momma live Now blow up, blow up, hold up, I aint seen your kind before See me as a dollar sign til I resign or you report That I done you wrong, and I mean you know my home endeavors Nigga right now, its now or never Nigga right now, Im high as ever, but however... I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time Im gone So when they call my number, I dont never pick up I dont owe you shit, bitch, leave me alone Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes Stay to myself like loners do Get high by myself, Im not in the mood To politic or be fake with you We apologize if you ever knew Too many niggas, and not enough hoes And most of you niggas, acting like hoes Everybody heard that I fuck with Dre And they wanna tell me, I made it Nigga I aint made shit, if he gave me a handout Ima take his wrist and break it Nigga, Im faded off of that Nuvo, chilling with two hoes in here And they tie my laces, living the Matrix as them pills disappear Me and my niggas just acting bad HiiiPower conglomerate Living that life and counting this cash old friends I no longer have I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time Im gone So when they call my number, I dont never pick up I dont owe you shit, bitch, leave me alone Im going big, suck my dick Im going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I remember when I came out and shit Man, its been so long since they see my dick Probably been five months since I seen my seed Goddammit, K. Dot, when it come to this? When I was sleeping on couches Nigga couldnt get a call, just a Glock for my vouch Nigga I was mothafuckin out, yeah With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer When I should have been making bank, yeah I was somewhere stuck where the flame is Mothafucka, see how far that I came here Went broke and I came up in the same year, can I get a hell yeah? Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride Music saved my fucking life, Im doing right and you left behind Feel my pain, now Im styling, Hermès shit, I spent a thousand Different homes, different islands Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album Reason why Im be going big, bitch, suck my dick Yeah, Im going big, bitch, suck my dick Tell em Im going big, bitch, suck my dick Yeah, Im going big, bitch, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes Stay to myself like loners do Get high by myself, Im not in the mood To politic or be fake with you We apologize if you ever knew Too many niggas, and not enough hoes And most of you niggas, acting like hoes Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes, like hoes Like hoes, nigga actin like a hoe Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes You actin like a hoe, you actin like a hoe You actin like a hoe, niggas actin like a hoe Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes, like hoes

Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard Flagging down all of these flashy cars Uh, and Lord knows shes beautiful Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore She take the little change she make to fix her nail cuticles Lipstick is suitable to make you fiend for more She play Mr. Shakur, thats her favorite rapper Bumpin Brendas Got a Baby while a pervert yellin at her And she capture features of a woman, but only seventeen Then seven cars start honking She start running like Flo-Jo, dont care if they Joe Blow If they got money to blow, a blow job is a sure go And sure enough, dont see a dime of dirty dollars Just give it all to her daddy, but she dont know her father Thats ironic See, a block away from Lueders Park, I seen an El Camino parked And in her heart, she hate it there, but in her mind, she made it where Nothin really matters, so she hit the back seat Rosa Parks never a factor when she makin ends meet Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard Flagging down all of these flashy cars And Lord knows shes beautiful Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore Her anatomy is Gods temple And its quite simple, her castle is bout to be destroyed Shes always paranoid, watching the law inside the streets Undercovers, the dummies that look like decoys Remember sergeant let her slide Said if he seen whats between her thighs, hed compromise To no surprise She took the ultimatum round the alleyway and gave him A warm welcome, then felt him right below the navel Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived em It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked And in her heart, she hate it there, but in her mind, she made it where Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she toppin off police Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard Flagging down all of these flashy cars And Lord knows shes beautiful Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore As she bust down like a twelve-bunk on tour She suddenly realize shell never escape the allure Of a Black man, white man needing satisfaction At first, it became a practice, but now shes numb to it Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners redemption, that sounds foolish And you can blame it on her mother For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover Ten months before she was ten, he moved in and thats when he touched her This motherfucker is the fuckin reason why Keisha rushing to that Block away from Lueders Park, I seen an El Camino parked And in her heart, she hate it there, but in her mind, she made it where Nothing really matters, still she hit the back seat Then caught a knife inside the bladder, left for dead, raped in the street Keishas song, mmm My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face The day that I wrote this song, sat her down and pressed play Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard, oh Flagging down all of these flashy cars

Study long, study wrong, nigga Hey, yall close that front door, yall let flies in this motherfucker Close that door! My OG up in this motherfucker right now My pops man with the bottle of Hennessy in his hand, actin a fool Hey, hey, babe, check it out, Ima tell you what my mama had said, she like: I could spot you a mile away I could see your insecurities written all on your face So predictable your words, I know what you gonna say Who you foolin? Oh, you assuming you can just come and hang With the homies but your level of realness aint the same Circus acts only attract those that entertain Small talk, we know that its all talk We live in the Laugh Factory every time they mention your name Askin where the hoes at? to impress me Askin where the moneybags? to impress me Say you got the burner stashed to impress me Its all in your head, homie Askin where the plug at? to impress me Askin where the juug at? to impress me Askin where its at? only upsets me You sound like the feds, homie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard And the world dont respect you And the culture dont accept you But you think its all love And the girls gon neglect you once your parody is done Reputation cant protect you if you never had one Jealousy , emotional Self-pity , under oath The loudest one in the room, nigga, thats a complex Let me put it back in proper context You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard Askin where the hoes at? to impress me Askin where the moneybags? to impress me Say you got the burner stashed to impress me Its all in your head, homie Askin where the plug at? to impress me Askin where the juug at? to impress me Askin where its at? only upsets me You sound like the feds, homie What do you got to offer? Tell me before we off ya, put you deep in the coffin Been allergic to talkin, been a virgin to bullshit And sell a dream in the auction, tell me just who your boss is Niggas be fugazi, bitches be fugazi This is for fugazi Niggas and bitches who make habitual lyin babies Bless them little hearts You can never persuade me You can never relate me to him, to her, or that to them Or you, the truth you love to bend In the back, in the bed, on the floor, thats your ho On the couch, in the mouth, Ill be out, really though See, loud, rich niggas got low money And loud, broke niggas got no money The irony behind it is so funny And I seen it all this past year Pass on some advice we feel: You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You aint gotta try so hard

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers Theyll probably think Im a terrorist, eat my asparagus Then Im asking her thoughts of a young nigga Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars I know you dying to meet him, Ill probably die in a minute Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted Hol up , hol up Hol up , hol up Yeah, big shit poppin Section.80 Back in this bitch, in the back of that bitch With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that Im easily peddlin With the speed of a lightning bolt As a kid, I killed two adults, Im too advanced I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, Im like eighty-seven Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands From a distance, dont know which one is a Christian, damn Who can I trust in 2012? theres no one, not even myself A Gemini screaming for help, somebody Hol up , hol up Hol up , hol up Yeah, big shit poppin, everybody watchin When you do it like this, nigga, losing aint a option Hol up , hol up Hol up , hol up Yeah, big shit poppin Ayy, ayy, kick her out the studio, Ali 24/7, nigga working his ass for it, she poppin that ass for The King of Diamonds with diamonds, I never do ask for it They checkin my passport, Im too accustomed with customs You callin the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him They want me to fast forward the game, and Why you complain when you niggas is past poor? Youll never hop in my lane when you pushing a RAV4 You wrecking my Jaguar You play like a bad sport Her feet on the dashboard Hol up , hol up Hol up , hol up Yeah, big shit poppin, everybody watchin When you do it like this, nigga, losing aint an option Hol up , hol up Hol up , hol up Yeah, big shit poppin, everybody watchin When you do it like this, nigga I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers Theyll probably think Im Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor Hol up