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Ugh
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Wondering if I could live it all in one life
Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type
Same shit, different nights, til I live a different life
Sean, you lookin tired, damn, homie, thats all?
Ive been stressing so hard Im surprised I aint going bald
Haters praying I fall, move back in with my moms
Take online classes and turn back into yall, hating
I guess they want your lights out when you the plug
Niggas wanna catch you slipping like they pulled the rug
From where they move the drugs, Buddha love
Niggas sleeping with that MAC and I aint talking bout computer love
Owe the wrong people, you a price tag
Now you pray to God, hoping that you got a Christ tag
Make it where Im from, stay who I become
Time to raise hell, Satan aint my son
Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view
And have the fam there, too, ugh
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Wondering if I could live it all in one life
Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Ooh-ooh, if I just stop breathing
Even though I got all this motherfucking money
Wont keep my heart beating
Just dont wake me up
You cant catch me dreaming
About all of this motherfucking money
Cocaine rush, Im speeding
Cocaine rush
Yeah, Im just a Detroit nigga, nothing extra about me
I go extra harder the first second you doubt me
I strive for perfection; at the same time, Im acceptin the fact
That therell never be nothing perfect about me
Shit, Im just waiting on a win
Come up with better hooks, the hoesll take it on the chin
We are 6 Mile-bred, thats why you see our sick style, yeah
Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs
Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me
The baddest chicks, as yall can imagine, is chatty, yapping at me
Five years ago, I was in tears in the back of a paddy wagon
Now Im Cali swagging
Huh, my nigga listen, Im over the fame
You number one, Im number 23, my mission is take over the game
You rollin with lames? We aint rolling the same
Im the best out in this motherfucker
If I could get a check out of this motherfucker
Big enough to set my kids up for life
I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets
If you aint living your life for your kids, I aint giving your ass no respect
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Wondering if I could live it all in one life
Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
I gotta break your fuckin heart
I gotta climb these fuckin charts
I gotta do something thats innovative, creative
Just to create a legacy before death do us part
I gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tias momma
Breakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada
I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope
I got a—I got a fine, cause I aint wanna vote, I promise
I know the history of those who died for the rights for me to survive
But those who lied to the minority will make em turn inside they grave
I can easily pretend like yall but thats not me
I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt
The youths need to know every detail about this Earth
The Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel
Ask God if them polls important, the end is near
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Wondering if I could live it all in one life
Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die |
Uh, go
Uh, go
Too many Ms to make
Too many rules to break
Too many fightin that case
I gotta find my way
Daughter need new shoes
If I lose, she lose
And I aint gettin used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained
I mastered the rap game , I mastered the dope game
Still I feel like that Im God-like on these long flights
Im left behind, it dont feel right
Cant write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin that bus ride
From the west side where dont shit slide, we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies
Cant be serious with no rappers
Stayed down and what happened?
Got my daughter that mansion
Gave my mother that million
Sold my soul to my feelings
Cant go blind bout these women
Too many Ms to make
Too many rules to break
Too many fightin that case
I gotta find my way
Daughter need new shoes
If I lose, she lose
And I aint gettin used to losses
Im goin off til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon crash
My thoughts is sick, I dont have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin up
And I can show em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew Id be rich
Cause the college route, it wasnt bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but cant catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, Im on a fresh tip
Too much time of livin reckless
Now add that time up on my left wrist
Lil rappers aint impressive
Your tax bracket aint impressive
You buy a chain, but wont buy no land
That hashtag should say, Desperate
Im kickin game for these young niggas
Cause one day theyll meet my daughter, uh
All that bullshit I taught her, huh
Way too blessed to be normal, uh
Upper echelon, where we stand at
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
Cause the school system wont teach that
Where your father been, you gon reach that
Too many Ms to make
Too many rules to break
Too many fightin that case
I gotta find my way
Daughter need new shoes
If I lose, she lose
And I aint gettin used to losses
Im goin off til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon crash
My thoughts is sick, I dont have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my... |
Oh what up, ho? Oh, what up?
I said oh, what up, ho? Oh, what up?
I said oh, what up, ho? Oh, what up?
Well, alright
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than societys
Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Players Club
I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was 05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then I had no job
Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association story of my life, nigga
You gone make me flip then split your shit, judge give me life, nigga
Pain since my grandmas death, uncle killed at Louiss Burgers
Hold my tears I tried my best, let it go drench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margins margin
Maintaining my modest, modest as I dream
So while I go through all this, all this bullshit what you call it
Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry
Hey, whats up, daddy?
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
I said keep reading my diary, when my lifes entirely
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldnt hire me, I said I got my ass beat
And the only thing can help is ass and some titties
So whats up, baby? I said whats up?
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I aint tryna think about no phone bills
Credit card late fees, Capital One popping up on my caller ID
Pawning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow-tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down on another mans block
Man thats my worst fear, aint that your worst fear
You know when your transmission go out and cant switch gears
Or run through a pothole at two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies cause then theyll be on it
See I know when the harsh reality take its toll
Open up your contacts then scroll
Hey, whats up daddy
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Welcome to my diary, hmm.. where should I begin?
Finna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve
Cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd
Like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtle neck
Convertibles with turbojets, fueled by 7-Up and prometh
I feel like deaths around the corner like the quickest wide receiver
So I took another shot, Tequila hit me like a nina
My skys gray, my bitches brighter
Always saying lights please, J. Coles her ghost writer
And Im the God MC, join my diocese
Free your mind, dont mind society
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Everything is subject to change like broken dollars
Ima drown in my drink and swim in my womans vagina
Like a piranha fin, it gets harder than Rihanna when
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice
Im going through something with life
But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright
Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice |
She looks better than Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Halle Berry, Miss Jolie
Wheres she from? No I.D.
And if I die before I wake, I pray that Im in outer space
UFO fly away
She got me going, Im all in
Fifty stories, Im falling
Where you been? Is it planet Mars?
Far beyond the stars? Are you a Martian?
Youre unfamiliar but still, I feel ya
Energy sending me towards the ceiling
Im high now, are you up there?
If you was, I would climb every other stair
I gotta stare, I mean wow
And Im wowed, no one compares
A one-on-one, you must have won
Every pageant in America when you was young
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back
Body frame Insane
The only girl that can make time
Then make me, stop...
She looks better than Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Halle Berry, Miss Jolie
Wheres she from? No I.D.
And if I die before I wake, I pray that Im in outer space
UFO fly away
So now we on, so now we going
Living in the city of the unknown
I show her off, I stunt with her
We do it sweet, they look bitter
Look at her get up, I hear em say
But why him? I hear em hate
I laugh at it rather than jab at it
Then continue eternal life as a crack addict
Cause Im addicted, and you the drug
Cold turkey? No sir
You gotta be an Odyssey from heaven and above
You definitely know, probably I gotta give it up
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back
Body frame Insane
The only girl that can make time
Then make me, stop...
She looks better than Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Halle Berry, Miss Jolie
Wheres she from? No I.D.
And if I die before I wake, I pray that Im in outer space
UFO fly away
You something different, Im glad I found you
So pretty, Ill never do anything to hurt you |
Smoking weed with you
Cause you taught me to
Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe
Its a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see them breast
E.T. OG from the weed clinic
Solo but Im never alone
I stay high and Im powerful
Westside I got three eyes man I see yall
All I do is kill shit ICU
Party with a few girls at USC
Its 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off
Im getting topped off, Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say
To live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice beach
Im 2Pac and Biggie Smalls
Every morning nigga I get blazed, aye
Women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored come and join the wave, aye
Girl what is your name cause Im feeling your frame, can I see what you bout, uh
A little something in your rear, little something in your mouth, little something on your couch, uh
Know what Im talking about, Bring the coffin out
Cause I killed it, I done drilled it
She said she like it from the back like a real bitch, uh
She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried
Yo I cant reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes
But when you got the recipe its no surprise
Bad hoes panties get left behind, I want your behind
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 pimping
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
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
What more can I say? 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
Hennessey 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 vice
No way hell no, uh uh
If Im wrong I dont wanna be right
We want to be on, to peak on the chart
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 pimping
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
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
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
Jay Rock got the recipe
Fly hoes wanna roll I guess
Everybody know I got that Yola
Ask Keisha shell confess
I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she aint got on no makeup, uh
Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh
Three ws, Im at the W, She got double Ds bout to bring trouble through
OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, Im trying to dive in the swimming pool
Left stroke, right stroke, whats the best stroke
That stroke can smoke all down her throat
And we blows all kinds of dro
Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga
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 pimping
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
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
What more can I say? Welcome to LA |
Yesterday, my nigga had told me his brother died
A day before that, his homeless uncle was cold outside
A week before, he seen the cancer in his mothers eyes
Two weeks before that, couldnt pay his rent ’cause he lost his job
A month before that, he lost the custody of his daughter
Six months before that, her mother said she wont see her father
And this before he did a year when them charges was brought up
I shook my head, turned around, then found a hundred dollars
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why, I dont know why, I dont know why
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why, I dont know why, I dont know why
Yesterday, I invaded privacy of a home
The day before that, my partner had fronted me a zone
A week before, I had loaded bullets inside that chrome
Two weeks before that, I shot them bullets and he was gone
A month before that, I cursed my mother then slammed the door
Six months before that, I hit my woman, she hit the floor
I stormed out, then seen a black Honda Accord
Them hollow tips missed me then hit that little boy
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why, I dont know why, I dont know why
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why He keep blessing me
I dont know why, I dont know why, I dont know why
So today I laid in my bed, stared at the ceilin
Closed my eyes, then asked myself how I was feelin
I analyzed on how a saint can play the villain
Is my life coincidental or just God willin?
I came to grips, jumped up, looked out the window
See my nigga had that same little boy that didnt know
Bullets is nameless, I guess this was meant for
Me to give them a hundred dollars then trash my pistol
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why, now I know why, now I know why
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why He keep blessing me
Now I know why, now I know why, now I know why
So I can bless you
So I can bless you
So I can bless you
Yeah, you
Lord help me
Cause I need You
I know this weed is burning
And Im on drink number two
But its all to soothe the pain from this
Cold, cold world
Sometimes I think it can help me
But this buzz here is temporary
So Im talking to You
This sick world will drive a sane man crazy
Dead birds dropping out the sky, daughters having their fathers babies
And this the news I hear
When my god kids, nieces, and nephews turn a year
I wonder will it get better
A little cheddar will make it better
But the risk of fast cash
Will make last years Christmas gift be my last
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow, but somehow, but somehow
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow You keep blessing me
But somehow, but somehow, but somehow
If I just keep the faith
I know Youll be right there
Sometimes it may not seem that You are there
But Youre there
I feel Youre there
Youre everywhere
And I thank You for
Protecting me in these streets
From danger seen and unseen
I never know
What happened the night
I wasnt there
Something told me leave so I left
News the next morning
Three guys shot after the club
Awwhh, listening to that small voice
Oh it saved my life |
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, duece duece in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
Every cop is closer to a cell
Hit the cell your ticket right to hell
No job, no bail
No fam, no mail
Institution another nigga, fail
Go from pussy to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while Im ahead
Ship my music off with Amistad
Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
Live righteous nigga like my brother said
King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but Im the shoota
Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle
Finally gettin praised
Yeah, kudos
Doing bad, still love the need
Connect said its something up his sleeve
Said, I rather bust off them keys
Yeah nigga birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Wanna do a song, but its hard to carry on
And my daughter hungry sitting home
And my girl, she said she feeling lone
I can tell its over in her tone
Only time I call is for a loan
She be stressing, so depressing
Always worried every time a lil nigga gone
Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah suture
Get a couple wipps, yeah Kunta
Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors
Say the money be the root of evil, look around and see what it do to people
Veins full of heroin using PCP inject the body with a needle
Lord help us, swear to god, dope dealers, get a job
Keep it real this shit aint really cool, being in a cell, you aint alive
Niggas quick to show out over cheese, love to help the devil do a deed
So I rather bust of them keys?
Yeah nigga, birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Tired of the same ol shit, niggas they faking it
Niggas out here living foul
Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game
Keep these niggas right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my change
Q, I wanna see you do your thang
Entertainment business living limelight
Hop on every track and move them trains
Show these motherfuckers that you been tight, then they ever been
Its evident that you intelligent but you cant escape that life
And for you, my nigga
I would sacrifice myself to make it just to see you hold the mic
And hit the stage and rock the set
But its hard to change when your from the set
Wont you think about it nigga, life or death
Life of crack I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet, or you wanna see them runway jets
Fly to Singapore, one way that, tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
Swear to god, its hard out here for a young black men to live
If you dont do it for yourself, then please do it for your kids
My nigga wont you tell Michelle, I love your daughter
Please dont let her grow up life without a father
Look at what you bought her, money couldnt buy
All she need is love, put that shit aside
At the same time know they got to eat
Know you got to hustle, make ends meet
Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HGC, no A/C
Got the block hot, you keep runnin, cop say freeze
Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the bees
Birds or the beez
Birds or the beez
Tired of the same ol shit, niggas they faking it
Niggas out here living foul
Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game
Keep these niggas right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my change
Count my change
Count my change |
Aight, this record right here is featuring the future!
Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar
One time for the West Coast!
Philly, whats up?
Yeah, its We The Best!
Its YMCMB!
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment!
Talk about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin on life support
I license everything in my wallet
Lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga, play yo part or parallel park yo ego
Next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, Im one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it
Or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a Lac with a MAC
In the back of a Lac with a latch on the back
Of the trunk, hit a punk in the back with the pump
In the back til hes off balance
And Im back in the front of the front of the future
When you are mentioning talent
And Im back in the back of the block
With a cop, wanna cop anybodys allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch with a block
Or whatever and cut, no cut, mo guns, mo guts, fuck boy
You fucked up twice, you fucked considerin you drownin
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip head first smilin
Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin
On you bitches, TDE, YMCM, big business, bitch!
Ace Hood
Birdman, what they do, big dawg?
Mack Maine, whats crackin fool?
Big money!
Okay nigga, riding in a May-B, and Im probably with Baby
Dont talk nigga, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay, big money on this side
100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe, money getting too high
Dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and Im living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on em
Anything I drive I own em, bad bitch and that ass aint normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up, she deep in a coma
Im super paid, two shows a day
My Rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do, Bird? My fuckin brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga dont believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control
Just like that boy
Death forbids honor, ya understand me?
Dedication, respect
Fully loaded, yeah
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fishscales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
Ya know, that time is money
And money still was made baby
Eight months aint stop nothing, nigga
It’s like, jail was third base
And my lil nigga still came home, ya understand? Yeah
I’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Lil’ nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I’m in a whole nother tax bracket
Amen
Shout out to the YMCMB bosses
Birdman, Slim, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine
One time for that boy Cortez, aka Tez!
This is how we do it
We aint never gon stop either |
Man, Beyoncé, Im mad at you
Man...
They say, Hello , Hello
I can daydream about Beyoncé all day
Thinkin bout the good times fore she met Jay
See ya know
They say, Hello , Hello
I really thought I had a chance to be your man
Until I seen the video with the ring on your hand
It hurt me so
I remember you were sixteen on the TV screen with Wyclef
Were you my type? Oh God, yes, I was impressed
You was like No, no, no, I was like 12 years old
Hoping that one day I could chaperone while you were on the road
You wore braids with a bangin body
Look like you did pilates, a lot of sit-ups probably
But bump that, I was there from the start
Even when Latoya Luckett and that other doo-doo bucket broke your heart
Hope you didnt cry cause honestly they were just so-so
They couldnt sing anyway, you deserve to go solo
No disrespect to Kelly and Michelle, Im just sayin they cool
But you? You are somethin like Wonder Woman
And I just wanna hold your hand, bring you to Compton
Gonzales Park, we can build castles in the sand
Eatin hot Cheetos with pickle juice in it
Put that napkin down, you know Ill lick your fingers when youre finished
They say, Hello , Hello
I can daydream about Beyoncé all day
Thinkin bout the good times fore she met Jay
See ya know
They say, Hello , Hello
I really thought I had a chance to be your man
Until I seen the video with the ring on your hand
It hurt me so
I just bought the Sasha Fierce CD
Gazed at the cover for a whole 5 minutes, til my girlfriend hit me
She jealous of you, cause I dont love her like I love you
I even make her do the uh-oh, uh-oh, just like you do
She tell me Im obsessed, I tell her we connect
Like Ice Cube way before the Mac 10 feud
Shes like, You goddamn fool, that girls rich and youre broke
I said, So? Im only 500 mil away, theres still hope
Anyway, I had feelings even way before you got paid
And I didnt laugh when you bust your ass on the stage
And I salute Kanye for takin up for you
I wouldve stole the award just to prove that I love you
But Jay shouldve did that I thought he had your biz-ack
What happened, Mr. Izzo? Hopico? Fredrico?
He used to be my favorite til he abandoned my diva
Now I tell everybody, Nas had killed him on Ether
They say, Hello , Hello
I can daydream about Beyoncé all day
Thinkin bout the good times fore she met Jay
See ya know
They say, Hello , Hello
Hopefully, I still have a chance
Maybe if I sabotage your man
You never know, hm
Ima sneak backstage at a Mary J Blige concert
With an I love Mary shirt, then find Jay-Z
And push him into a dancer, hopefully, they lock lips
Thats when I yell out, Sounwave, hurry up take the pic!
Put it on Bossip the same night, yeah, that sound quite right
Publicity like that? Yep, theyd be sure to fight
Better yet, Ima steal her cell, then call up Affion
He impersonates Jay well, get Beyoncé on the line
Then make up some bogus shit, like, You dont rub the back of my knees right
So this marriage is over with
And the ring thats on my finger? Guess what? Im throwin it!
Cling, you heard the sound, so you know I did
Haha that should get em
That should break em up like a Kit Kat when I do that, yeah, true that
Ima put the plan in motion, thats for sure
But if I end up with Macy Gray, this plan never work
Yee, man, I hope Jay don’t be mad at me bout this song
Start-ay, Wizzle start me back from like the first verse
Like right before I come in
Haha, what you say? Nah, you think it’ll be hot, for real though?
Nigga, you stupid, they probably laughin as hard as you
Nigga got the best wife in the world and shit
Run that back, though |
I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it
Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly
Wake up, Count Chilly
Im up, Count Chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
I’m comin, baby, send the address
Progress, never digress
Your last one didnt pass the fly test
I eat rappers, no digest
Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph
Money taller than a giraffe
Feng shui by the mic stand
Have you ever had two one-night stands?
I’m a emperor, very sinister
Somewhere smokin on indica
Fox on me like Vivica
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Wack ace, bet a big face
They want my spot, they wanna switch place
They want the gas, wanna sip Ace
Baow, baow, straight to the face
Im takin my lawyer the whole briefcase
Makin a play in the police face
They was like, Man, he fresh
I was like, Go, DJ
When they played your new shit
I was like, No, DJ
You can go on and skip that
I buy a house and flip that
Chilly, chilly , chilly , chilly
Wake up, Count Chilly
Im up, Count Chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch
My commas hit the floor, you crawl off in this bitch
I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch
And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
Man, yall not in this bitch, yall are not familiar
Y’all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch, I
Fuck the opp, no competitor
Got into it with my bitch last night
She was right, but I had to get at her
Two popped bands and they dance on my waist
Hit the face, that’s the editor
I dont take pics on a jet, lil nigga
This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
Sit you roody-poos in the nosebleed
Now my pockets holding big protein
Big, big protein
I leveled up past Fab Five
Your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives
Playin’ with me get you chastised
Milk em all til Im satisfied
They didn’t fall for it, strategize
Switch the flow cause they know niggas like identity theft
Oh, you got like me?
Oh, you pop like me?
Mask keep a nigga
Huh, swag keep a nigga
Huh, tags on my wall
Huh, played the underdog, now flex
Chilly , chilly , chilly , chilly
Wake up, Count Chilly
Im up, Count Chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick |
Its been a week already, feeling weak already
Got me at peak, possibility of what could be
Situation is heavy, Ive got to prove
On February 26th I lost my life too
Its like Im here in a dark dream
Nightmare, hear screams recorded
Say that it sounds distorted but they know who it was
That was me yelling for help when he drowned in his blood
Why didnt he defend himself? Why couldnt he throw a punch?
And for our community do you know what this does?
Add to a trail of hatred
2012 was taped for the world to see
Set us back another 400 years
This is modern day slavery
The reason why Im by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
Til your son jumped in your arm
Cut off the engine then sped off in the rain
Im on the dash with my bible in the trunk
Had the vodka on the top
How come I can long time
How come I could make it popular?
Puff on what I want
How come I could make it popular?
Puff on what I want
See Im living with anxiety
Giving up sobriety
Cussing with his sister
And playing with society
Justice aint free
Therefore justice aint me
Try and justify staying, obituary
Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart?
Once upon a time, I go to church and talk to God
Now Im thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
Now Im drinking by myself
At the end of Section Park
Caught you when you walk besides your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
Til your spine drip to your arm
Cut off the engine then sped off in a wraith
I said Hiiipower, one time you see it
Hiiipower, two times, you see it
Hiiipower, two times you see it
Conversation for the entire nation this is bigger than us |
September 22nd, 2009
Kendrick Lamar
To... to...
Let me start off this letter saying I dont like you
Scared of you but I will fight you
I stare at the ceiling and think about you
Curiosity killing me, thinking of when Ima meet you
You introduced yourself to so many others, mothers, sisters and brothers, children and babies drive me crazy I wonder
Why you love people that love people that do right?
Is it rocket science to you or is it just your type?
One of my biggest fears, is waking up 4 in the morning and gotta hear you met one of my peers
Or maybe a family member that you thought was cool
Or maybe a person that Ill never meet cause of you
You, son of a bitch and I wish you never existed
And I swear Id blow your brains out if you pay me a visit
But thats not realistic, cause youll never rot
But Ima still send this letter off
P.O. Box, and when you get it....
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because its personal
Let me continue this letter saying I dont like you
Scared of you but I will fight you
Should be ashamed of the moves you make
The pain you bring, the sorrow and the hearts you break
Everyday you remind me that youre always there
Cause every time I come around someones getting shot down
And all I say is a prayer, so help me, Lord!
Then the Lord talk back, I cant help you, boy!
Thats fucked up, my lifes fucked, was cursed before birth
And whats fucked up, I gotta live my life with the hurt
Of knowing that youre everlasting
Dwelling upon the masses
Of the Earth fatal assassins
Snatchin bodies
Probably, on my notepad as I write
Why the fuck you wanna take my life?
Sooner or later, Im tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor
So when I write on this paper
Its real talk
So...
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because its personal
Let me start off this letter saying I dont like you too
And the reason we havent met because Ive been busy doing whatever since grade school
Ive watched your every move
You slipped up a few times, I gave you a pass
So dont say I aint sympathetic
But you can barely get curiosity, Ima dead it
Everybody wanna know why I act this way
Lets just say... I had a bad day
Matter fact, everyday
But I take it out on somebody and you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade
I was born to be a killjoy, Im an old brat
Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?
Not me, see me? Im just doing my job
And you ducking me? Is mos def an odd
So why send this letter as if I never knew you?
I rather knock on your door and just hand it to you
Its everywhere
The streets, the corners, the coroners, the morgues, the cemeteries, hospitals
Heard about it when I was little
Tomorrows not promised, cause any day can be knocking at your front door
War, genocide, homicide, suicide all coincide
Signed and sealed by the living
Make it, dont take it
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because its personal |
When the sun fall out the sky
All I have is me in the land of do or die
A freeway, a gas pedal, and a peace of mind
Now, thats the ultimate high
To the cloud I go, cloud I go
One time, baby tell me ya need me
Cloud I go, cloud I go
Two time, baby tell me ya love me
Cause Ive been drinking too much, thinking too much
We aint been keeping in touch
Fell into lust, where is the love?
My independency got tendencies of lack of trust
I look at the street corners as my new woman
Seductive as she want to be, hands all on my garments
And luckily, being in denial aint the case
Cause I know shes unfaithful
Instead Im grabbing her waist
And every part of her is tasteful
I know youre feelings hating
In fact, you think Im ungrateful.. I know
Selfish as I wanna be and every time you under me
I get the vibe you might need some time to grow
When the sun fall out the sky
All I have is me in the land of do or die
A freeway, a gas pedal, and a peace of mind
Now, thats the ultimate high
To the cloud I go, cloud I go
One time, baby tell me ya need me
Cloud I go, cloud I go
Two time, baby tell me ya love me
Cause I been drinking too much, thinking too much
We aint been keeping in touch
And every time that I think of your touch
Adrenaline pump, give me that rush
Im going like a thief inside the wind
Lord forgive me for my sins
I know she want me more, but I fiend for benjamins
She said I found the root of all evil
And lost a friend
Lost in the world of a young boy from Compton
That never knew love because love was never promised
I know.. selfish as I wanna be
And every time Im under you, me too
Need time to grow..
When the sun fall out the sky
All I have is me in the land of do or die
A freeway, a gas pedal, and a peace of mind
Now, thats the ultimate high
To the cloud I go, cloud I go
One time, baby tell me ya need me
Cloud I go, cloud I go
Two time, baby tell me ya love me |
It makes no difference in this life
Up and ups just fine
Gonna up and up this life
Til were down on our luck
It makes no difference in this life
Up and ups just fine
Gonna up and up this life
Til the lift gets stuck
Lifting up, lifting up
Lifting up
Coming down, coming down
Coming down
Wake them up, wake them up
To the sound
They tell you pull over, tell you get out the car
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up your arms
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
We were going home
Waiting for the kids
School bus to arrive
Oh, but you know, theyre gonna do it anyway
Reaching for your keys
Wait, is that your phone?
Got a TBI
Wait, is that police?
Get out for what?
Im not your guy
Wife behind the trees
Tryna to tell you dont
Theyre about to fire
Theyre gonna do it anyway
Theyre gonna do it anyway
Theyre gonna do it anyway
Theyre gonna do it anyway
They tell you pull over, tell you get out the car
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up you arms
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Whoa Ferguson, oh Baltimore
Raleigh, North Carolina
But you know, theyre gonna do it anyway
Wisconsin, Tulsa, Oklahoma
Cleveland, Ohio
Montgomery, Baton Rouge, Cincinnati car
Dayton, Ohio
But you know, theyre gonna do it anyway
New York, New Jersey, Phoenix, Minnesota
South Carolina
They gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
They are gonna do it anyway
You better duck, run fast from the mania
Dont stare, dont laugh at the media
Brake free, press gas when it enter ya
Dont let it go bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac-man wanna prosecute you
Raise your hand up, and theyll shoot ya
Face off, face off Adolf Hitler
Grandkids slayed off
Niggas, same rules, same chalk
Different decade, same law
Keep focus, you wanna get caught with your eyes open
You wanna stay clear of the prognosis
Pride provoked him, watch demotion
Watch em close enough
Dont let the holster break or roast ya
Rollercoaster ride that bitch
Soon or later sides gon switch
You know Johnny got that itch
How many more of us gotta see the coroner?
Slain by the same badge, stop, wait, brake, fast!
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it
Dont do it, dont dont do it |
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
Im back in this bitch, nigga you know whats up
Stackin my dividends
Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin with
Highly belligerent
But thats way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies
Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now
Lookin, lookin, she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when youre deep inside the pink
Im lowkey like a drug dealer
So dont snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, lets get rich, my nigga
Take our family on trips, my nigga
But if you try me then your wig Ima split, my nigga
And I aint tryna kill my own kind
But we always losin to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us niggas always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
Fuck it, only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like
What? This shit is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
Its anything goes, just as long as you thuggin
Just as long as you thuggin, yeah its fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
Its anything goes, just as long as you thuggin
Just as long as you thuggin
Big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin
Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin
I pull up and park, hop out and swag
Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash
Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch
Theres repercussions, and concussions
You know whats after that, end of discussions
I came a long way from eatin free lunches
From Mary County checks to makin these numbers
Oh Lord, Im just reminiscin
Could it be some intervention on some inner vision?
I dont know, cause Im just goin with the flow
Whatevers required, I got it goin for the low
Ah, I parted ways with my old self, Im a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue van
Blew weight on a bad day with my loosie
Suitcase full of merchandise, thats my new plan
This my new wave, this my new tan
This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin down you niggas pockets, I dont do friends
And I dont do trends
Fuck it though Ill ride with you then!
Bring the troops in
Ill fuck around and let em loose then
Well give em blues then
Oh fuck it, call me Bobby Blue Bland
Aye you a fool man
Ridin by you, swervin at the intersection
Baby come and get your blessin
And she gon fuck with this erection
I got somethin good for all these hoes
She gotta want the Betty fore I call these hoes
Now if I paid for your dress and your perm
That means you an investment, bitch
Ima need my dough in return
We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and Im your host DJ Turn-Up
I dont turn down nuttin but my collar
I aint turnin down no money
And I aint turnin down no mothafuckin fade
Now bitch if youre pushin up the freak with your orangutan-lookin ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch
Itchin for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itchin for a purpose, I cant seem to scratch the surface
I aint got it like that, do I really got it like that?
You keep talkin bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun dont never end and the waves dont part
You dont pay enough of my rent, dont start
I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
And I dont wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you
Now this that big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon get there
We 4 deep at a swapmeet, dont need a 5th wheel
This bitch steal whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty, bustin knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle
And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus
Rollin up that boondock, some call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on
So all a nigga need is good love when I come home
Cause the babys gotta eat, baby the rents been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I aint tryna go too brazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walkin around knock-kneed
Im the silver bullet movin at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free |
Fly , Im too high
Watch , splash , car fast
Dash soon, smooth, ooh
Spent cash , glide by
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Ayy, Im trippin on you, I gotta have you
I spent it on you, I might buy two
Now get in my coupe
I like her legs up like chopsticks
Luxury in my optics
Your ex-mans on the opp list
Im validated to pop shit
Im a high profile, hunnid mile, flex
Flyin down the aisle, blowin loud, flex
I got a bad habit with bad habits
Beat the pussy up, stab at it
Divin in like Im mad at it
Secured the bag, I need all static, ayy
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
I got 25 rolled up on my dresser
25 bad ones in the function, can I stretch em?
Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?
Hop out a black Rolls on your b-day
Make everybody fall for you, jealous
Bat wing on the ground to the PJ
I say, Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch
Got you on, whatever you want, gotta have it
Fuck so good, thats talent
I pray for you, now thats balance
I run it up before the trial end
They talkin bout us, we wildin, we wildin, ayy
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks
Chop, chop, chop, yeah
Chop, chop, chop, chop |
I miss you
Where you been?
Its been months and I havent heard from you, I need you
Its been months and I havent heard from you, come back to me
Come back, I need you in my life
I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you
Whats up baby?
Its been a while
You been good?
Ive been around
Different girls
Different towns
To keep it real
You missing out
I’m on board, next city
Random call, text with me
Like, I missed you so much, have sex with me
Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me
She like fuck that
I dont care Dom
So selfish and that really isnt fair Dom
Meet me here, where Dom?
Get undressed, yeah, Dom
Yeah, Dom, what you need?
Some bomb head? A bag of weed?
Good food? Japanese?
Thats me on page forty in that magazine
Dom Kennedy, you need that
She said nobody come close, I agreed back
Im the nigga who used to help her pull that weave back
And she need me, believe that
That girl is smoking
And can you believe that Im her focus?
It aint hard to see she got me open
And together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on
Whats up love?
Its been a while
You been good?
Ive been around
Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chows
Truant like a student, you the principal
Schooled me on timing, we was both shining
Like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond
I was Your Highness, you was my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TBS as it was tedious
For us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together
Every time I put the head in you would panic
And come right down like an avalanche
Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants
Baby how that sound? Kosher, no sir
Wake it back up, Folgers holsters
By my waistline, shot for your heart
And you called it a hate crime, say you want me back
And your girl wanna date Dom, thats high school shit
401K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?
That girl is smoking
And can you believe that Im her focus?
It aint hard to see she got me open
And together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on
I upped and walked out, now she crying cause
She need me, I got that Jon Brion love
Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk
We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch
You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out
My heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out
There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout?
We used to fuck all the time back at my mommas house
Smoking beedies, laying on the futon
Memories I got saved up like a coupon
And wed be too gone off a sack of stress weed
I was broke then, couldnt cop the best weed
Then she would just leave in a black hatchback
Homies from the hood used to ask me if Id tapped that
I would say, Yep, smiling so freely
That was back then, but I bet she still need me
She need me, she need me
She need me, she need me
I would say Yes, smiling so freely
That was back then, I bet she still need me
That girl is smoking
And can you believe that Im her focus?
It aint hard to see she got me open
And together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on |
Said Im a fuckin monster, a massive attack, I haunt ya
I mastered the rap, then fucked up the monitors, mastered that
After that, I went for thermometers, popped em all, then popped in the
Jaw of Tracy Veronica, holla back, they promised us
No pajamas, insomnia, will attack, I attack like piranha does
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And you all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars, calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin that trigger strap, rock with us, Metallica
Competition no talent, hmm, in the jungle, whats wild enough?
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin, my soldiers dyin, this is Iraq, alliances
Lining with stars and bars of a prison rep, my science a-
-pplyin pressure, her stretcher is needed, pay the proceeds
Or you live in debt, yall soft as a giga-pet, you niggas cant see me
Unless you watchin the TV or ultra huggin my silhouette
My flow got the ceiling wet, I spit til I feel my breath
Who sinkin my fuckin chest? She fuckin the fuckin best
Mean my dick is the dick of death, mean Im killin that pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept
Yeah, Dre
Me and Andre the Giant, 67 and climbin
Whether you storm to your climate, whether youre beat makin or rhyming
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman, hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
On a island with Ray Bans, hlasses palmin asses
That probably came wit a great tan, hehe
I be the motherfuckin mecca of this hub city spectrum
Where they at? I will dissect them like a fucking frogs rectum
Why you wreckin with irreputable? My worst flow incredible
They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera, etcetera, Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, bitch
And Top Dawg can vouch, bitch, nigga, what you bout?
About face with army outfits, the generals here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin pinnacles of life and despair
And me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I aint never askin Allah for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and still a proud poet
Put me in a category, I dont know whats a sadder story
Guts and glory, your pain bore me you aint really lived it
I take you to a block where they crippin
Or Piru that 52 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
Bitch, I been doin it
Before you niggas ruined it, show me somethin different
You either kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies, I know your statistics
Who your boss? He more like my assistant
Get lost, have a egg and a biscuit
Break fast when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when your chain come up missin
Q! Q!
Ah!
Double up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me some my promo poppin, setbacks droppin, soon they watchin
I just lock and load explode, target flowed, Im somewhere blowed
Marriotts and Swisher Sweets, L.A. nigga probly east
Cheerin for the ragin beats, X O henny scrape the keif
Bangin C, Im bangin, B, put them niggas next to me
Stop and focus, get the lead, Im here now, let the hardest speak
Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period, run on sentence
Still Im ventin, air conditionin, coolest breezes, ill diseases
Grip my penis, shoot my semen, still Im comin, miles a runnin
I was learnin gettin knowledge, head is throbbin, shes a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches, stick and miss and she the business
Get a witness, pussy frenchin, just a mission
Poppin off like on a mission, proposition, gettin money, drop a nigga
Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga, crush a nigga, dust a nigga
Copperhead gon thrust a nigga, heatin up the winter, nigga
Somethin to remember, nigga, hella sick, I got a spit
Curse with a verse like God told me kill the shit
Load the clip Heckler & Koch, the hoover king
Bada bing by the ding a ling, natural hoover
Fing ring with a vision clearin it with Visine, asian from Beijing
Money make her cum, she cream- feed the weak, thats Wing Stop
At the start with rain drops, autobot
Space shuttle shittin on your car lots- boy, stop!
Could at least got a saturn, huh? HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
Workin on tracks like we never been free, 22 squezze niggas shootin off C’s
Please thought a nigga shot 16’s
Rhyme sixteens- bada bing, bing, bing, bing.... bing
If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone
But dont wowwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight |
We ball, we drink
Fuck hoes, rock mink
New watch, gold links
She going down, no teeth
LA, thats me, you wanna meet somebody, ask me
You wanna see somebody, ask me
Ay, I tell her lets get in the back seat
Yo crew, last week, my niggas, mad deep
My bitch, bad piece, yo bitch got bad feet
I pray to God, I never flop, I get a loft, a better spot
Another Rollie, a better watch, I get a plane, and then a yacht
And my haters, let em watch, line em up, give em shots
Dont save em, just let em drop
They said Id never make it to the top
But we ball, take shots, I won another, it dont stop
Ya big mouth, a big Glock, I love you all, fuck the cops
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
We ball, bust a shot
Okay, Im riding through Leimert, my tires in reverse
Im lost but I know this foreign navigation works
I made a right on King, I seen a couple skirts
I said bitch get in but dust them sandals off first
Okay, Im doing 105 on 105
Witnesses had said they seen a ball of fire
Bitch Im tryna president at Jive while you talking jive
All these presidents, wont be surprised if one came alive
I only fuck with playas and pimps nigga
You a created player like Sims nigga
My cup be filled up to the brim nigga
Yo bitch fixing her make-up in my rims nigga
You just target practice
Everybody say they seen it but nobody know what happened
What happened yesterday baby girl fix your mood
Cause I dont like my head with some attitude
And I dont like your legs less they at the roof
Pedicure toward the ceiling, mollys in the cabinet too
Pop, pop, pop, popping pussy rather casual
Section 80 paid me ho so this is what I had to do
Ball, I ball, iPhone, million dollar missed calls
I hit the bank, withdrawals
I make her plank, with no drawers
Mothafucka, I ball
But the bottom line is
I’m talking right now, and let me tell ya something
If you like talking to me on this show
You’ll let me talk when Im out here
The bottom line for these people right here is
If you’re a man, you don’t cry about it
Ya take life, the ups and downs
If you’re a real man, ya never go down, ya just stay up
That’s why I’m the World Champion
That’s why this sport coat cost Eight hundred dollars
And that cost two hundred
And I dunno what that cost, I’d be ashamed to wear it
That’s why I wear Lizard shoes, and a Rolex watch
And I’ve got a limousine sitting out there, a mile long
With twenty-five women, just dying for me to go
Woo!
Because Im the World Champion, sucker
No mans gonna take this from me unless its done in the ring
And next time you have the opportunity, talk to your accountant
And look who built the building your officed in |
One time
Reporting live
Compton, California
Have you ever felt like, like you never get life?
Like you never did right, sort of like a black sheep?
Back down, backing out your dreams like some bad sleep
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
Oh, what a cold world for a broke nigga, its bitter
And lifes a bitch, dont hit women, so I bit her
I struck enough pain let her know I wasnt playing
I was so sincere like Nas first name in Belly
They tell me, its very difficult to see 25
And if I survive its probably with a celly
My opportunities are low because my brown complexion floats
In the ghetto rather in some heels like Giuseppes
They want me unemployed, until I hit the streets
Fulfilling voids of broke D-Boys selling weed
Fucking up my prestige, til I live with the blues
BB King or the neighbors of Snoop, thats why Im
In the club like fuck it, though
They say its only one life, life, life
And if you say I cant live comfortable
Ima tell you thats a lie, lie, lie
So while I hold this bottle of Ciroc with a hand full of ass
Celebrate the very day that I get past
Through the barbed wire
We are, we are
We are, we are
Through the, through barbed
We will, will break
So while I hold this bottle of Ciroc with a hand full of ass
Celebrate the very day that I get past
Through the barbed wire
Have you ever felt like, like you never get life?
Like you never did right, sort of like a black sheep?
Tryna get away from the worlds stereotype
Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny, she desperately
In need of some inspiration, see what the people saying
She gon have a baby then flee from her education
At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes
See a scar on her eye, boyfriend brutality
Shell never get by, no how, no way
Welfare recipient, property of the state
Housing, Section 8, corner store prostitute
The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that shes cute
Hoodrat trashy, six baby daddies
And this baby daddy is new to the family
Chilling in pajamis, waiting on the first
Fast forward spilling drinks on her fur, thats why she
In the club like fuck it, though
They say its only one life, life, life
And if you say she cant live comfortable
She gon tell you thats a lie, lie, lie
So while she up in VIP pouring Merlot in the glass
Celebrate the very day that she get past
Through the barbed wire
We are, we are
We are, we are
Through the, through barbed
We will, will break
So while she up in VIP pouring Merlot in the glass
Celebrate the very day that she get past
Through the barbed wire
Have you ever felt like, you finally got life
You finally got right? No longer a black sheep
Living off ya dreams like Christina uh-Milian
In the front seat of a convertible eloping to get married
What a feeling of overcoming the odds
Its like we just hit the lottery, my God
There must be a God, cause golly
You done made it through the fight while squabbling Ali
Now ya lifestyles looking up and you escaped the crooked cuffs
And you aint have to kill a nigga just to make a couple bucks
And she aint have to go and fuck on everybody for a dollar
Making good decisions, got a independent business-mind
And both of y’all are steady grindin, doing it the legal way
Just tryna make a decent pay on every second of the day
But they wont give you the credit, disses out they mouth
You must have joined the Illuminati just to ball out
In the club like fuck it, though
They say its only one life, life, life
And if you say they cant live comfortable
They gone tell you thats a lie, lie, lie
So even if you overcame doubt and ya living aint bad
Know its a barbed wire thats always in your path
Through the barbed wire
Then everybody say...
Cause I wont get caught again
And Im here to stop the trends
You can catch me if you try
Disappear into the night
And Im gone
So you made it past all the barbed wires?
Theres one more left Gunshot |
One time, I took a swim in the Nile
I swam the whole way, I didnt turn around
Man, I swear
It made me relax when I came down
I felt liberated like free birds, Im stimulated now
Plunging away less my bodys on top
All of these currents might cost me my life right now
When danger finds me, it follows with tides
Many miles ahead of me, still Im in stride
She said
Hey little buddy, where you goin?
Im not sure, but I know Im still in motion
This aint regular, I seen regular
These streams may take me out to the ocean
Told myself if I dive in it without precaution of a lifejacket
Then Ill dive in it til I am exhausted and Im type lacking
Waistline on four deep, senses on four deep
Feel like theres four me
One time, I took a swim in the Nile
I swam the whole way, I didnt turn around
Man, I swear
It made me relax when I came down
I felt liberated like free birds, Im stimulated now
Plunging away less my bodys on top
All of these currents might cost me my life right now
Where danger finds me, it follows with tides
Many miles ahead of me, still Im in stride
Thats some good
Got the Nile runnin through my body
Look at my natural, Im so exotic
Darker the berry, sweeter the fruit
Deeper the wounded, deeper the roots
Nubian doused in brown, Im lounging in it
Fountain of Youth, I said Im drowning in it
Im in the Nile, deep in denial
Im in the Nile, deep in denial
Thats some good |
Lyrics from Snippet 1
Its alive, its moving
Its alive, oh its alive
Its alive, its alive
Its alive in the name of god
Now I know what it feels like to be God
I, K-Dizzle
I rap with a Pyrex in the projects
Im crack in a pot, Im a prospect
Im a pirate on a dock full of dope, uh
I can dissect any rapper
You could vote for the Lochness
You can not test no King in a Tesla
Bitch, I ride like a freight train parked outside
And my young niggas came with the extras, uh
Its Alive ...
Lyrics from Snippet 2
...Im not a newcomer, Im a new wonder elite
Break the handcuffs, choke slam the officer... |
Return of the mack, return of the mack
Return of the mack, you know that I’ll be back
Return of the mack, return of the mack
Return of the mack, you know that I’ll be back
Today is the day I get out on my feet
Remove them chains, they shackled on me
Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoes that cluck
Cause the same motherfuckers the ones that got me stuck
Tryna use me up ’til my tank on E
Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets
For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight
Soon as you move out the hood them niggas hollering you fake
Make ‘em swallow the bass from the Kicker
I’d rather be a dead man than a nigga
I’d rather roll chrome rims than a swisha
I gotta make moves, I can’t hang with ya
That used to be the fly shit back in ’95
But now I want a crib and a car I can drive
And ain’t nobody out there help me cause I’m grown
Gotta leave them childish games alone
Nigga I’m on
I’m in the hood still praying for a piece of faith
I know he on his way I’m hoping he don’t make it late
I’m up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate
I’m Babe Truth, you can tell ‘em I’m one of the greats
Used to shoot for the stars now my aim live
I’m the truth nigga something that your name not
A thousand watts aint a thing that I can’t shine
It aint a wrist or a chain that I cant rock
Tell ‘em I’m on something like city lights
I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights
Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights
You can tell ‘em I put on for my city in plenty fights
Tell ‘em I aint gon lose they heated like I’mma tan em
I’m bout to throw ‘em in this drop with no ceilings so I can fan ‘em
Pull up on the bike same color the Phantom
And jump out on them haters just to tell ‘em I couldn’t stand ‘em
Yeah, I’m on top of my game yo
The OG Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow
I’m about that cash not that tango
Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol
Claim to be a real nigga we know you aint though
I be in the hood, all the places you can’t go
Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo
Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it’s pitiful
Hoes only after your bankroll
Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes
Yeah I rep my set, I aint in the gang though
I protect my neck I carry the thing yo
I’m on the same shit that the boss is on
Do it for those in the Feds, up North or gone
I’m on a winning streak, I done got my losses on
It’s ironic cause even when I’m off I’m on
Yeah I’m on, uhh, what?
I’m on
I’m on
I’m on
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Eternally grateful for the support, made the cover of The Source
Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse
Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse
May the force be with you, bullet hit you
You bleed and I bleed with you
Mama please when you grieve, damn I grieve with you
This a preview, I see you in the summer, my new shit dumber
I’m on
Life at the bottom is devastating
You’re hardly ever debated, the party is obligated
By suckers that wanna be you and never live with the Matrix
And never ever related to struggle and dedication
Your hustle is nominated, anonymous and you faded
The promises that a victory lap is surely awaited
They vomitted everytime that a rapper’s annihilated
Just wish them happy belated, fuck you I made it, I’m on
Tokyo to Amsterdam, Denver to LA
Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay
The days turn to nights but the nights never change
It’s funny how time is money used to be a term of phrase
But now it’s company policy, I’m no spokesperson
No tricks, no gimmicks, no coercion
And they say, Bob, man it’s good to have you back
But I say, I have been here, where the fuck have yall been at?
Thinking how Pac lived at 22
Thats ’93, I was four now Im 22 on tour
One, two shots of my life, barely hold on
But I’m drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
With mic’s on, lights on and they gon’ applaud
Young nigga, Versace they never seen before
And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit I got on
I’m too fly, I aint got a flaw
Tell the law we above the law, God bless, amen every lost soul
And the group so good, went solo
Globe trotting, now I’m blowing up like an afro
Nigga thought you knew what I do
Rolling through ya area, double R coupe
Penthouse level now we only party on the roof
Bitch I’m a rebel so I move how I wanna move
Last King, YMCMB
Used to run around the hood picking honies up
Now I’m doing shows around the world picking money up
Used to be slept on like a pillow
Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals
Now its money on my mental and women get sentimental, huh
It’s cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles, nah
Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah
Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit around
Well as the world spins around and around on its axis
Boys flip from town to town with the package
Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress
Sending clowns underground for practice
The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown
But never in the battle when the drama goes down
Easy to be the boss from behind the wall
But we gon see who really goes down when it’s time to brawl
Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying
You gotta show love to where you from all day
And when the going gets rough, dont get to going, get to staying
Put it down for your people and no delaying, know what I’m saying?
I’m on
I’m on
I’m on |
In time, youll learn this is about you
In time, youll learn this is about you
In time, youll learn this is about you
Babies from 80s dont know, know no better
Dont nothing go better with ignorance but the belligerent kids that we living with
Some of them masculine, some of them feminine
Member the universe used to be innocent?
Now they just look at us crazy like immigrants
Every day that I wake up, Ima sin again
Im not a citizen, Im just a nigga from Section.80
Show of hands, how many been taking notes?
Good
Leave everything on the table now
Vulnerability
This is your generation
Show, show your pain |
I get the top while I skeet off
Swervin through lanes, I am limitless
For the ones down, I say, Free yall
I start to question what freedom is
My unc put the Chevy on fours
I drip in all black like an emo bitch
But these are not regular clothes
These are the outfits I make a movie in
Baby Keem count up them Frito Lays
I get the call and I go
Shawty gon fuck all my goons, stop it
I am above the buffoons, stop it
I am above all the rules
Look at my wrist, it say Freeze, freeze
I need to buy a new neck, neck, neck, neck
I stopped wearin VVs
Pleasе get the fuck out the pic
Hе got to fuck and he got to fuck
So what is the use of my dick?
She wanna put on my jewelry, and play with it
Like shes entitled to it
Im done, bitch, go to your room
I cannot fuck with no corny bitch
I give em ten and be done with it
I learned that shit from the gunners
Mask on, they dont know who it is
Eat the pussy so good
I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit
Im the youngest nigga runnin it
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Hooligans, they on the way
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Had to influence the wave
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Hop in the ship, go to space
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah
Drive to the crib on the lakes
I need another exit at the show
Cause niggas be lurkin when I hit the road, stupid
Yall gotta deal with the boss
Yall gotta talk to the ones in control, stupid
Even if I take a loss
I stand on the money so tall I see growth, stupid
Turn all you niggas to ghosts, stupid
Take your credit, now youre toast, stupid
I cannot fuck with no corny bitch
I give em ten and be done with it
I learned that shit from the gunners
Mask on, they dont know who it is
Eat the pussy so good
I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit
Im the youngest nigga runnin it
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Hooligans, they on the way
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Had to influence the wave
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah
Hop in the ship, go to space
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah
Drive to the crib on the lakes |
They hollering at the K back
M.I crooked slay that, been killing beats since adapt
Yeah me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I was swanging and riding
If you ain’t repping for your people then you’re shucking and jiving
Tap dancing and sliding to beat that you can’t comprehend
How dare you speak on where I’m from if you aint never been
Fried Kool-Aid who made, never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real, made meals off love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives
And not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
Still rebuilding, pray for the children that have no hero
Only the villains that tell them get money
Sleep when you die, I find it funny
Because when you rest in peace don’t mean fast asleep in slumber
Thank God and stay humble
Real rock, rap and not to Xerox, weird not
Enough to make you fear a lot from here watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
My fans in it constantly tellin me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin man every damn minute
I blend then expands quick it slams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig its N9ne
Chea, hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin softer than a cat’s meow
Red laces big-booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
With a fat smile I might react foul, so don’t make this cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed, wow—who do I catch now?
Cleveland, what up?
Yeah, Kells, uh, Cobains back
I smell like teen spirit, man, Cobains back
And I got these teens screaming like Cobains back
You try me and I’ll make you a legend like Cobain’s strap—blaat
They say I’m wasting my time
Where the watch at? How he got that?
They say it wasn’t my time
Where the watch at? Now watch that
Speed of my syllables rhymes, better clock that
Stop that, Bad Boy gave me the contract and I dot that
Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as 666
All up in your girlfriend’s TwitPics?
That Eastside boy up out the 216
That’s making these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
Get you spitters huck-to finished
And when yall win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
So everybody gossiping tell a friend and a pigeon
How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television
Lace Up!
Pushing a hoopty, bumping the Fugees
My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 Uzis
Stuffed it in my mouth and cack-cack-cack!
Killed the rappers that knew me
Compton’s most wanted, I live my life in a dungeon
Came out a dragon I can probably touch the sun with...
My bare hands, what are your plans? To win a Grammy?
Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah’s punany?
Don’t judge me that’s just some irony, trust me
I like to laugh and get lucky
My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini’s company
Come with me, in the planet rock
And I plan to rock in a plantation
Chasing many legends that made it
Face it you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
I’m 2012 on a 12-inch, aiming straight at your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a Black if he was hot
You’re just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
Full-blooded pedigree, prize fighter special breed
My flow slow, they say it got special needs
I’m talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
Sixteen would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
Sixty-four would make your mama want sixty more
I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
They say my music’s pop
I call it buyin cribs for my mama, shakin hands with Obama
And if you don’t believe me go online and check the pic
And if you check my flip cam you’ll see your sister in a flick
I’m perfect from the field it’s like I can’t miss
I’m on a rant like Durant no pick no assist
Yall tripping on TIP, get off my man neck
I’m just saying Martha Stewart left prison in a jet |
Its just me out here
At least thats what it feels like
They said I wouldnt make it
That this was a City of Broken Dreams
But somehow lost angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freeing the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, were all hanging from propaganda
Victim-blaming, all divided with remainders of Mikes, Trayvons, and Oscars
Given to common legends, no acting
The new Selma is happening right now
Momma I made it
I killed this freestyle before they killed me
They saw Rodney, you saw a king
Realize how powerful you are and break free
LA, cant believe I fell in love in the city of LA
LA, its the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
LA, LA, LA, we fell in love in LA, LA, LA
We fell in love
In the city of the gangbang
Yeah, we still dying over red and blue stripes
Chuck my set up and it feel good
Cause dont nobody love you more than your neighborhood
We always had bitches, we dont love those
Grew up around the gangsters and the cutthroats
Be careful where you at, you might get bust on
Yeah, all my South Central niggas, Inglewood, twist your fingers up
Compton and Watts, Eastside, always turning up
Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supperclub
Tell em where were from like
LA, cant believe I fell in love in the city of LA
LA, its the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
LA, LA, LA, we fell in love in LA, LA, LA
We fell in love
God, let me right my wrongs, God, let me write this song
God in the middle with a month
Let me hit the pawn shop, momma said we need a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the 80% that aint never coming home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get thrown
Im off that Centennial
Fuckin at the party, nigga, at the party, we fade ten or more
My hood came thinkin we yellin, We in this bitch
Then we yellin, We in your bitch
Or you tellin all of us our dwellin inside of 2Pacalypse, thug life
And we off that whoopty-whoopty-whoop
And we in that hoopty with the two choppers
So were guaranteed to shoot
Lock us in the L.A. County zoo
Watch us eat a bear alive and ooh
This feels so good to keep it true
This feels so good, Im keepin you
Hope Im teachin you all the lessons I learned
When I made that turn off the 110
Watch that marijuana just burn
This shit just make you wanna just sin
See that Staples Center high earnin if the Lakers get me a win
Im gon liquor shot in memory of Pac, Makaveli live again
Bitch, Im in L.A. yeah, yeah, motherfucker
LA, cant believe I fell in love in the city of LA
LA, its the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
LA, LA, LA, we fell in love in LA, LA, LA
We fell in love
My nigga so many fell down round here and they wont tell
And I ain’t talking love girl but I know how you feel
And youve been living in fear
Remember Im right here
They got your world on wheels
Girl let’s roll through them hills off the ten
Rolling, with ya cousin & em
Real shit aint nobody fake, they is and they ain’t from here
City of LA, city of LA
City of LA, South Central, Inglewood
City of LA, Compton, Long Beach, Watts City, LA
LA, cant believe I fell in love in the city of LA
LA, its the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
LA, LA, LA, we fell in love in LA, LA, LA
We fell in love
This is where it started all off nigga
But now, look at where we at now, like what the fuck
I mean you... the first song is L.A.
So then after that, it goes from LA to all over the world |
Into my world
Theres this power that pulls us closer
Deeper in love
Theres this power that pulls us like magnets
I feel your energy
Its coming through
Took me a century
To get next to you
Plus make some enemies
Invested in you
So, I feel your energy
Invested, pursue
The power of the dussy make a grown man cry
The day I came up out my mama I saw a grown man cry
They say it has magic powers, even Magic ain’t die
Wake you up out ya sleep to take a 3am car ride
He said the booty the only thing between him and God
They love the booty, sacrifice they family and job
Badge make police feel powerful in the hood
Guns make us feel powerful but they don’t do no good
I know my blackness powerful and they dont like that
I know some niggas sold theirs, sit back and watch em tap dance
Bombs over Baghdad to have a flag to brag bout
Dont make you a big boy, cause you got a nice stack
Carolina home boy, you know we keep a Stackhouse
Thats power when you know the game, Im feeling like a Champ now
I went the rap route, homie get out the trap house
I want the power to be able rap bout what I rap bout
Black child
God, love and textiles
Point, blank decimal
Steph Curry projectile
I saw the goal from 8 miles
With every stone you threw I picked it up and built a powerhouse
Caught a case
I got murder in my profile
Niggas still billin’ me
See, thats just the appeal in me
Respek on my name
Why yall niggas so emotional?
Power
I feel your energy
Its coming through
Took me a century
To get next to you
Plus make some enemies
Invested in you
So, I feel your energy
Invested, pursue
Power up with the word
I got it from my God
He said a good shepherd don’t trip over what they heard
Let em talk the talk until the night you choose to go and purge
I came up when the rest of you struggled and failed to flourish
Conversations with florist
She said Im good as herbs
Get em high, get em high from the hood to the suburbs
No one can take your power even if a storm occurred
It aint man-made, but whether or not you paid don’t help or hurt
Its a perk
Jamla Squad written on my shirt
I got a lane but all the lines around me dotted, I can merge
I can do what you can but you cant do the same with words
As I, now watch my street cred go multiply
They say the streets respect the real ones
No one as real as I
Its just me and young blood, this where I get all of my power
The night I got a chain from Mr. Flowers
I gave it back when I got done rappin; the same hour
I aint Five Percent, ‘less we talkin the top emcees
And Im in the top of that, the rest beneath me all cowards
When it spits, look around, it’s meteor showers
I watch the stars fall, fall, fall, yeah this what you call power
Into my world
Theres this power that pulls us closer
Deeper in love
Theres this power that pulls us like magnets
Let’s talk about power
Lets talk about yours and ours that paid the allowance
Lets talk about hundred-thousand kids ravin’ and bouncin
Cravin and drownin in words the day I pronounce it
Lets talk about power
Lets talk about doers and donters
The house I built when I was homeless and sleepin in corners
Sharin’ Coronas and Black & Milds
Donuts in El Caminos
Talkin’ loud, scrapin and combin
Residue every mornin
Talk about legacy
Lets talk about the life of celebrity
Verses integrity
Curse the first one that thirst for necessity
Searching for equity
Verses the earth that birthed us indefinitely
Verse the verse I wrote in jeopardy
Surfin the laws of the universe and destiny
Church and a God is all that’s ever been ‘head of me, aw
Lets talk about my power, the golden child was
Granted to be on your cameras and store counters
He’s bananas, competitive, we can dance
See the damage, no more fo’ he peed his pants
My second LP had real niggas on POTUS lawn
My seven trophies is at my Grannys and Heaven arms
Im in Jamaica like “wah gwaan,” my feet is out
My hair is long and patois comin from my mouth
Me, I go outdoors its time to bless up erryuhn
Rude boy, me, I aint worry bout it, fearless
I shot niggas, then shot movies ten years later
Dear God, why you show me so much favor?
Amongst the haters and wickedness
Deliver this child from evil convictions and frivolous
Debates about whos the preeminent emcee of the millennium
And its all for the Benjamins
And Im all of yall nemesis
And Im all in all happy none of yall can fathom who Kendrick is
The only One that ever did wrote the Book of Genesis
Motherfucker, thats power
Into my world
Theres this power that pulls us closer
Deeper in love
Theres this power that pulls us like magnets
And may the force that be with us forever
Be right here to guide us
Your sensitivity is very sensitive to mine
Hey, what up, cuz? Man
Its ya boy Crunch, man, checkin in, man
Heard you playin in a couple weeks, man
Holla at me when you get this message, though
Holla at me, its important, holla at me
Oh yeah, I forget to tell you, I got a new toy
Got a brand new toy
So you know what Im gettin ready to do to it, baby
Turnt out that chrome on that paint, baby
That chrome comin in June, baby
I been chicken chasin all summer, ya dig me?
I been chasin chicken all summer, pocket muscle
Thats the new thing now, pocket muscle, a.k.a. chicken |
In the way, minus sign niggas in the way
In the way, minus sign niggas in the way, yeah
In the way, minus sign niggas in the way, yeah
In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way
But they will not get none, nah
In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way
Yeah, they will not get nothin nah
In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way
Repeat after me
Mike WiLL Made-It
They will not get none, nah
It’s funny to watch them there attempt that blocking
But they will not get none, nah
Hes watchin me
They will not get none, nah
The stars will keep fallin’, like asteroids we ballin
So they will not get none, nah
Watchin me
If it aint a half a million in the face
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
If it aint a half a million when you race
Far as Im concerned, it’s in the way
If you good with good, not great
Far as Im concerned, it’s in the way
No remote on the G5 Plane
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
You can’t fall back to sleep once you awake
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
You aint supposed to worry about it when you pray
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
If what you doin dont help you elevate
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
If you dont share the culture, shouldnt play
Far as Im concerned, its in the way
They will not get none, nah
Its funny to watch them em there attempt that blocking
But they will not get none, nah
Hes watchin me
They will not get none, nah
The stars will keep fallin, like asteroids we ballin
So they will not get none, nah
Watchin me
I was down, bad, then my life switched
What a crisis, my Black Seville with no license
I was lifeless, I was deadweight, I was triflin
Then my eye twitched, then my hand shook, and my fist balled
Then my right wrist took a risk for us
Saw lightning that made titans
With a pitchfork, we ate yo food then got bent more
With excitement, big wars on my neck piece
VVS be fightin, move fast like loose jazz
I gotta race the world and be vibrant
No plates on my scrape, yeah, thats mando
Massaging the handle left hand on the candle
Im too high profile to drive Lambo, that there is a scandal
That man grab a handful
Never been loved , bet I pull up
I got a thing for her, I wanna fuck
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin it up
I got a thing for her
I mean I get you niggas out the way right now today, you say so
Take the safe and doctor pay em aimin fore the case closed
Operate, then meet the player move on then for escrow
Hol up wait, since Section 8 thats on my day to day though
Man-Man dont shake hand, he pop shit
She stargaze out through the cosmic
Amped up, we blew out the metropolis
And Ive been too involved, huh
And I got tens on call, huh
And you pretend you ball, huh
Ima do this for my dawg, you need a life jacket
Throw you in the deep end, thats now my target practice
Never been love , bet I pull up
I got a thing for her
They will not get none, nah
Yeah, all that they talking, that is blessing blocking
So they will not get none, nah
Hes watchin me
They will not get none, nah
That bulletproof aura, knowing God is for you
So they will get nothing off you, yeah
Watchin me |
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through
Turbo-charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game scars in these rap wars
Ain’t nothing band-aids won’t cover
Touring with 7D coverage
Live bands, two buses, my own cash
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to running
You can’t say nothing, you under gag order
Hopping out of Audi’s hurting y’all with kicks, I’m the Transporter
Think about it, never mind, you ain’t gotta
I’m already on some whole other, word to yo mufuckin self
Nobody else gon’ do it for ya, nobody else
Every now and then someone’ll offer ya help, but they ain’t doing nothing
Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain’t bluffing
Kush puffing on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stockings with these gifts
Audible applaudables homie take a wiff
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through
When you a man, action is what’s expected, nothing is spoken on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these pork rappers so fast they call me charcuterie
I beautifully exude the vibe that’s free of ambiguity
Ya goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to me
It’s coonery, it’s lunacy, let’s make it plain
Only way that you hang is attached to a tree
The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently
She makes it rain
When I’m on fire, she always try to douse me
Only reason that you make it rain is ‘cause your diamonds cloudy
I see you from a mile away when it get overcast
Old people feel it in they bones, invade your home like I broke the glass
And let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in Tunisia
Spread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movement
The score to your achievements, never join ‘em so you gotta beat ‘em
It’s carpe diem hey yeah
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through
Like kindergarteners
My vision’s bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya
The starving’ll speed on ya, stampede on ya
Impede on your pockets then pee on ya
Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens
Spending, established, with women dining and laughing
But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in–
–to society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened
Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped
So many times I can build casinos from scratch
Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax
That’s what my mental say, but my physical’s been detached
I’m on some other shit, like fuck the government
Im higher rankings, where’s the mothership?
I made a covenant that I was changing but my luck has been
Quite disgusting when reality tainted, where the fuck you been?
Left him face down like he was planking
In a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motive
You can bench curl your tribulations, that sensations insulting
Got a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging?
Regardless of who you pick know lifes a bitch when you aint focused nigga
Im focused
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through |
Nah, what you get outta, outta not writing your stuff down on paper, you get the more-you know the...expression, the feeling yourself. You know what you want to say; instead of reading a paper that sounds read, it sounds narrated. Unless you wanna do it narrated...
What if a dream was reality and reality was a dream?
And as complicated as it seems, if things we imagined actually happened?
And real life situations was artificial
They say we only living to die
Imagine if were already dead, waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to heaven were confusing ourselves
Planet earths like Oceans 11, were plottin for the getaway
When my childhood friends get sent away to prison on their first offense
Its fucked up but listen, we study God but dont know him
Criticize people that work on Sundays, two jobs just to feed their kids
Well, mommas scratching lottery tickets knowing that its just a fairy tale
Cus we aint gonna win
Every time that shes bubblin in, it feels like the devils holding a pen
Dont mind me Im just thinking again
Thinking out loud, thinking the opposite of proud
Cus Im disappointed at my self sometimes
Self-esteem gets lower than night strippers
Hard to motivate the right rhymes, inspired by true crimes
Its not a game, its nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day, its here to stay
Struggle that is
Im so infatuated with knowing something thats waiting after this life
That means what Im thinking is right
Punch, loop the beat for a minute
Moment of silence for J. Dilla, he on his way home
Know he see me spillin my heart, hope for it soon
Wait a minute K. Dot! you said turn it back on, bring it back
If dreams was reality
If it was cool for you to be a casualty
The only way that you can escape poverty
Say that Im weird but obviously you didnt get it when I said it the first time
Youre listening too far if you hear this part
I suggest you go back and press rewind
I fast forward to common thoughts of a human
Deep in my thoughts like Patrick Ewing in the paint
Look what I brought to my state that they cant bring - the industry need a fix
Stick heroin needles inside politics, this is crack music
O-pi-um, inside the veins of them, I dont abuse it
Capture each moment like film, photo-shooting all my enemies moving
Direct them to a casket
Give it to em only if they ask for it, if they want...
If they wanna see reality
Im losing you again aint I?
Aint I, the perfect candidate to represent the fifty states?
Black President, they dont wanna see that
Its evident...pain is pain
We only love to hate each other thats striving for great-ness
I swear to God that we live in a Matrix
Take that blue pill then we start seeing spaceships
Kanye, west-coast niggas do it the best
Bring each other down, crab in a bucket effect
We learn to live with it I guess
I mean die with it, since were already dead
Trying to cross over to heaven, thats what I said the first time
Get it? Now little boy I gotta sit you down
Teach you about the things that we live around
Materialistic things that we buyin now means nothing later when the dream kick in
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out...
What if dreams was reality and money was love
What would we do for a buzz to maintain our sanity
Chasing the wind, striving after this vanity
Traveling, no direction, the aimless casualty
American dream or Scarface fantasy
Kilos of coke and the arms of black families
We use to it, our hearts draped in stone
A mothers dreams for her baby boy to come back home
Cus he out pushin that chrome, pursuing that cash
End another niggas dreams when the fo-fifth blast
Now another mother screams picking out his casket
Harsh reality, it seems like its simple mathematics, its not
Its trigonometry divided by some real life
And hell do it again just to get a mill twice
The streets mowed him, cant make past that
Its not a dream its reality, look where its at
What happened in Manhattan happens all the time
In the hood, conspiracy to cover up crime
No nickel and dime, one shot pettiness
I wrote it in my mind as a letter to the president
World trade happened on the world stage
Same stage look at us as some educated apes
On video stations women gyrating
Parading around, mind-raping the youth
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out...
What if a dream was reality and reality was a dream?
And as complicated as it seems, if things we imagined actually happened?
And real life situations was artificial
They say we only living to, die
Imagine if were already dead, waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to heaven were confusing ourselves
Planet earths like Oceans 11, were plottin for the getaway
Im the man up in this piece! Youll never see the light of da..
Who the fuck dya think you fuckin with? Im the police!
I run shit here, you just live here! |
I can tell you what it is, I can tell you what it isnt
No more K. Dot, my mother had named me Kendrick
Fuck a stage name, thats the name that I was given
The only thing that I can identify within this business
Im just a good kid from Compton that want to rap
Weighing my options, pick up a Bible or a strap?
I never killed a man, never sold any crack
All I ever did was try to keep my city on the map
But this monkey on my back, yall dont want me to win
Im tryna follow dreams, you want me to follow trends
So just to get a dollar, will I sell my soul?
I look the Devil in the eye and tell him, Hell no
They say anything worth having is worth the wait
Well, I want the world, tell me how long that takes
Theres no time like now, I can cut my patience short
Or give em some more gowns, I dont even want the crown
I just want a peace of mind, and nigga, when I get it
You wont get a piece of mine, wont you mind your own business?
A rich nigga buy anything you sell him
A broke nigga believe anything that you tell him
Well Im a broke nigga, but still I wouldnt listen to you
Even if your hand was on a Bible quote, nigga, pfttuh
See I was brought up different
Whatever that my pops said, for sure Id listen
You said you did dirt, but I cant dig it
It dont concern you if you wasnt born in it
Oh-no-oh-oh
I swear we got to fast-forward, before time flies by
My new saying for 0-10 is, why lie?
And if you aint trying to win, then why try?
Now you can low-ball or give me high five
This is I nigga, look into my eye
Nigga, I am Kendrick... Lamar
Nigga, my name is Kendrick... Lamar
I said my name is Kendrick... Lamar
I changed the name cause I was tired of being like yall
Now finally Im ready to tell the world who I are, pfttuh
And that used to be a hell of a task
Now Im ahead of my class, so go ahead and harass
My character like it dont carry a confidence
That can marry a Halle Berry or Angelina with no cash
Im bout to cash in my thoughts
Give you a compass, then tell you get lost
What Im bout to accomplish is something that you cant fathom
Once the Eves come, they quick to stare at him
Hoping I dont take their bitch, but Im on some other shit
When Im done, Im tryna run the government
These are big dreams, transition from a rapper to a human being
You cant school a dean
I be tutoring artist-es, leave em with no audience
All cause they all a facade, my God
Yall be out partying, I be stealing your audience
All because who I are, Lamar
But my first name, it gotta be Kendrick... Lamar
Nigga, my name is Kendrick... Lamar
I changed the name cause I was tired of being like yall
Now finally Im ready to tell the world who I are, now lets go
But we cant go... backwards |
Nothing bout you
Nothing bout you
I wanna tell you
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...do you got on call? All day, nigga
Swish, swish...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 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
Talkin big face, nigga
Put yo ass back of pocket like a switch blade, nigga, uh
I aint tryna play, nigga
Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh
All day, nigga
Ye in the building like a hallway, nigga
Still got the hundred with the small face, nigga
Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga
Might...naturally all day, nigga
If...have Allstate with you, uh
You a Rico Suave nigga
Ride round listen to Sade, nigga
Ride round something and its all day, 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
...then booked it like the Barclays Center, uh
Nothing bout you
Nothing bout you
I wanna tell you
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
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 hoe, my neck look sweeter than parfait hoe
Rap Derek Jeter in a red two-seater
I can throw this dick from far away hoe
Ask me how long do it take to be the greatest
Im a bar away hoe
Damn Kanye never will it be safe
Bitch I already know
24/7 365 days everybody gettin paid
Nigga lookin at me like Im worth both MJs
Chitown, PJ all of BJ
Chitown, we play for the freebase
These days, dont believe what police say
DJs and the B-boys run shit
Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch
Nothing bout you
Nothing bout you
I wanna tell you
So wont you dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy
Little darling, let me run
Until I find myself
In the morning sun
Give me freedom
Give me space
I want to find myself
In that special place
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa |
Get out of your own way, hey, hey
Get out of your own way, hey, hey
Love hurts
Now youre the girl whos left with no words
Your hearts a balloon, but then it bursts
It doesnt take a cannon, just a pin
Your skins not covering
And resistance
Love has got to fight for its existence
The enemy has armies of assistance
The amorous, the glamorous, the kiss
A fist, listen to this, oh
Get out of your own way, oh, I
Get out of your own way, oh, I
I could sing it to you all night, all night
If I could, Id make it alright, alright
Nothings stopping you except whats inside
I can help you, but its your fight, your fight
Fight back
Dont take it lyin down, you got to bite back
The face of libertys starting to crack
She had a plan up until she got a smack in the mouth
And it all went south
Like freedom
The slaves are lookin for someone to lead them
The masters lookin for someone to need him
The promised land is there for those who need it most
And Lincolns ghost said...
Get out of your own way, oh, I
Get out of your own way, oh, I
I could sing it to you all night, all night
If I could, Id make it alright, alright
Nothings stopping you except whats inside
I can help you, but its your fight, your fight
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Blessed are the arrogant
For there is the kingdom of their own company
Blessed are the superstars
For the magnificence in their light
We understand better our own insignificance
Blessed are the filthy rich
For you can only truly own what you give away
Like your pain |
Everybody, just clap your hands if youre real
Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel
Be yourself, just show me youre real
Middle fingers up
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Thats, thats the only way I know how to hold it down
I just wanna be me
No disrespect, but motherfuck you
My education stopped at a high school degree
But I can outsmart any high IQ
Draped in some fly shit, call me Jeff Goldblum
Cold, my style making my nose run
Oh, I stare at the mirror then realize, that real lies within me
Some say Im crazy cause I think like I need a shrink
Ask too many questions about the stars and Earth shit
Rather be in the studio than out buying drinks
So if Im not clubbing, dont think Im on some jerk shit
And California on that jerk shit
But Id just rather 2-step, like my first steps
Jill Scott on my iPod, as my head rests
Yes
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Thats, thats the only way I know how to hold it down
And yeah I know Im from Compton, Cali
But I dont lace up Chucks or rock tan khakis
And skinny jeans aint quite the lick
I probably would wear em but my dick dont fit
Ha ha ha, I like to joke, got a sense of humor?
Still face, play me short like an oompa loompa
You aint gotta screw up your face in front of the kids
Wont you lighten up like Michael did?
I grew up with killas man, people who killed men
But my character never could be like them, man
And they respect that, say that Im real man
Not a fake person, thats the Sims man
Live my life through some film, man
I aint acting out shit, I be packing out shows
Cause they know that they dont know Kendrick fo sho
And oh
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Thats, thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Almost lost my life to the industry
Had to look through a photobook to remember me
These label heads aint nothing but bullshit
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
Lying to yourself, all over an image
Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance
My Mama said, Boy, that dont sound like you.
I said, This is the sound, though.
My only excuse
Quite frankly, dusted off my shoes with my hankie
And kicked it like he skate, make these motherfuckers hate me
The reason why they hate, cause these motherfuckers aint me
And you can underrate me, but I know what Im worth
A diamond in Gods dirt, a diamond in winter
Watch the Simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner
See I give you my life, to mix it up in a blender
To make sure that you feel me
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Just let me be me
Thats the only way I know
Thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Thats, thats the only way I know how to hold it down
Kendrick Lamar, what are you trying to say?
What are you trying to accomplish Kendrick Lamar?
Kendrick Lamar. what are you trying to say?
What are you trying to accomplish Kendrick Lamar?
Kendrick Lamar, is this really you?
Is this who you are? What are you trying to say?
What are you trying to accomplish Kendrick Lamar?
Kendrick Lamar, who are you?
What are you trying to accomplish Kendrick Lamar?
Kendrick Lamar, What are you trying to say?
What are you trying to accomplish Kendrick Lamar?
I think that I finally reached the pinnacle
Of finding myself as an individual
The world is so typical
I just wanna be higher than that
I used to want to be the messiah of Rap
Infatuated with becoming a relevant star
Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars
That I never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad
Vanity, they say that it can damage me
So do I really want it?
If I didnt, I guess Im a cool cocaine connect
That means Ill be frontin
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping I can tell a story
That the whole world can feel, like the ones that came before me
Knowing that Im misunderstood
So I gotta get my point across like a snitch would
And I would never walk in the shadow that never was really there
Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair
And Dave said he proud of my newfound honesty
And all I could say is, Will the radio care?
Yeah, or should I say no?
Or should I just stop and come with a whole new approach?
You heard my hip-hop when I was 16 years old
Well that was me then, now Im an adult
22, like the smallest of guns that you know
Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show
But Im not worried
My talent should take me places Ive never been
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
I wanna be the highest, on top of all the bullshit
The negative you bring, the stress, the violence
The capital punishment, the loud police sirens
Too focused, one word, righteous
And this is Kendrick Lamar, and soon yall know Cloud 9, yall
That means I wanna be the highest
Too focused, one word, righteous
That means I wanna be the highest
Too focused, one word
Too focused, too focused, one word
Too focused, too focused, one word
Too focused, too focused, one word
Too focused, one word
Too focused, too focused, one word |
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6th
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping?
If what I write down dont collect this very moment
Then Im on it, no question
In the streets, my niggas is well connected, lets see
Do I cop a pound of kush, promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss, Im not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots, chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo
Track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?
I thought you had a show? Well, my nigga, I guess I didnt
Im tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
Curb-serving, or I might be in your store boosting
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
Dont wanna be Pun, dont wanna be B.I.G., dont wanna be Pac
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
Or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your moms momma
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
Contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
Youll know I always had a passion for riddling, writing
But lately, Ive been thinking bout taking chances to brighten
My future financially, so please dont be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga, Front me, let me put it on the strip
Then give it back when I think about the consequence
Shit...
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side
Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines
Special for you, and me yeah
I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
Youve got to look at the other side
R.O.T.C—Right On Time Conscience |
Weezy wassup with it bruddah?
Tell Maestro I need to fuck over his beat real quick
Hear me?
Im the best rapper under 25, 24 inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was 9
Thats no lie, ho
Rappers out they mothafucking minds so I gotta go
Psycho on these niggas, call me Norman Bates with a poker face
Got the banger in my hand and Im out to poke your face
.38 Special, grab it, let him have it, where the safe, we hungry
Housing authority saved my Section 8
My section be on the west side of Compton Cali, champ
Where the killers posted on the corner like a letter stamp
Let a rapper tell me I aint better than whoevers out
Ima knock em out his Force 1s once I air em out
Air jets flying cross the atlas, I made it momma, made a promise
Married to hip hop, and the maid of honor gonna be R&B
Im fucking her too, so please hand me my condoms
Where the honeymoon in the mother fucking booth
Youre fucking right, Im the fucking truth
I put my hand on the bible
Swear to god if I lie, then Ill probably die tomorrow
Tell my momma dont feel sorrow cause her son was a gunner
They found my corpse with a rappers head in my stomach
Im right here, I aint running even if the Iraqis w-was in back of me
Back against the wall Im clapping them rapidly yall
Would never stop what you cant see
Its like a red light when driving with Stevie
Wonder if you can understand or withstand the blast of my wrath
I steer the game with both hands while you crash
Like Earnhardt my heart to the fallen soldiers
You can either ride, or get rolled over
Sleeping on me, I put you in a coma
So please chill out before you meet the coldest
Starving every day, see my face where the bowl is
Bowl on my face, I walk while my mouth hold it
Hold it
Im the best rapper under 25, 24 inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was 9
21 gun salute
And my soldiers killed 20 of your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on the corner fucking with marijuana
Jive and heard about 18 rappers say that a bird can go for 17.5
Motherfuck that my sweet 16s be equivalent to about 15 pie
I was 14 when I wrote a rhyme
All I seen was 13 ghosts every time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses, thats what Notorious and Pac arrived
God dammit I spit just like a Mac 11 every time
I drop jewels, you drop dimes, you pretending to be like mine
I intend to put about 10 of you rappers on channel 9
Straight up, fuck around and get ate up
Cut em up in 7 ways, funeral carried by 6 in 5 days youll know I go for
Money when I sink my teeth in Carter III beats
To you from me, my son the victory is mine, I won
Im the one
The beat was the pussy
And I cum, hard |
Sit still, and close your eyes
Whats behind the other door, oh
No more silence, dont kill this thing we got called love
Just searching for the perfect shot
When love comes calling, dont love back
When love comes calling, dont look away
When love comes calling, dont look back
When love comes calling, dont look away
I used to write rhymes, all day and all night
While you were playing PlayStation, my pencil was erasing lines
My conscious only knew whats half tight
At 3:14, its time to give me a slice, my nigga
This is a dogs fight, my nigga
The soundtrack to life, my nigga
Kendrick Lamar, his momma called him that
He watched House Party, and ate Apple Jacks
Sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack
He pumped Reeboks, his uncles pumped packs
Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back
Board dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack
Thats because thats these Compton streets was built not to win
You killed the nigga, I stole a bible, is that a sin?
Pardon me though, Im searching for answers
The good kid from the ugly city, thats mad that hes handsome
Where is the love?
When love comes calling, dont love back
When love comes calling, dont look away
When love comes calling , dont look back
When love comes calling, dont look away
Give me rings, give me chains, mane
Give me a blue Benz, red Porsche, red Range
Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes
A mansion with marble floors and security codes
Then give me some land, or maybe Ill land a, G5
Clearport, say hello to the man
Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud
My name til they strain the veins in they vocal cords
Give me fame and fortune, me and Trump on golf courses
With that being said, give me Tiger sports endorsements
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40s but rose poured
Give me vanity, give me Kurt Cobain sanity
Give me a city where Channel 7 newscasters cameras be
Give me horror like Amity, no, give me the charts
And if you ever renege, Ill still give you Kendrick Lamar, this is me
And thats love
When love comes calling, dont love back
When love comes calling, dont look away
When love comes calling, dont look back
When love comes calling, dont look away
Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration |
-- TIMELINE -- PART 1: U
Transitional Slide - U
Scene 1: Screams
With the opening screams the audience can also sense that something is eerie; these sounds are in the original track combined creating a dangerous visual. Then beginning to see Kendrick pouring his heart out in to his liquor in a schizophrenic manner.
Scene 2: The Hotel Room
Hearing the chorus Loving you is complicated - the image starts to depict that there is an internal struggle going on with him loving himself. The scene is immensely minimalistic and filled with dark lighting, this accompanied by his throne like chair creates for a deep setting for imagery to take a place in the film.
Scene 3: Mirror
The mirror representative of an internal reflection; as the struggle of how he views himself as the words utter I tell you, you failure—you aint no leader!, the negatively intrinsic views we beginnings to see why he hates himself for the mistakes he has made.
Scene 4: Tipsy
Stumbling all over the place into his throne - blurred visions of the camera shaking around giving us P.O.V. of what it is like to be overly intoxicated.
Scene 5: Room Service
The skit from u begins to play before we hear the drunk Lamar entering in the next scene.DialogueEffect on the Audience
Transitional Slide - 8
Scene 6 Part 1: Spinning Bottle
A very unique and a extremely interesting shot with a spinning bottle in the back ground seemingly to play spin the bottle by himself.
Notice this high angle shot focusing down on Lamar with a demonic reflection in the background of the mirror choosing to do its own thing every now and then.
Scene 6 Part 2: Smashed Mirror
An easily missed technique of a reflection of himself breaking the mirror of reality down, smashing into pieces before the screen goes black into the next slide.
Transitional Slide - Clearance sale: 100% off PART 2: For Sale
Scene 1: The Dunk
A symbolistic baptism that takes Kendrick under thats meant to cleanse him from his impurities and sins of the night to be reborn again. This scene is a complete contrast from Scene 2 which compliments to criticism of the hip hop industry in For Sale.
Transitional Slide - Life is like a box of chickens
Transitional Slide - Instagram 2016: Dussy unlimited
Transitional Slide - If I blame you for a loss, I’ll be giving you all the credit
Transitional Slide - Good dussy can make you melt
Scene 2: Lust
Lucys temptations are all around Kendrick whether its smoking weed, making him famous or filling his pockets with money these comparisons are depicted through the naked women in scene.
Transitional Slide - Always trust a n with cornrows
Scene 3: Lost/Distractions
It seems like Kendrick is trying to keep focus and maintain what is important to him, looking unaware and lost he is staring into the same place not noticing the women and putting aside these distractions. Transitional Slide - Time is change, your friend or foe
Transitional Slide - Never trust a n with too many haircuts
Transitional Slide - Tracee Ellis Ross is vibrant
Scene 4: Demonic Eyes
Seducing Kendrick into these sinful acts seeming to illustrate a lucifer idea or connection - depicted through the lighting, eyes and the heads tilt provides an uncomfortable mood for the audience.Scene 5: Upside Down
Conscious speaking Transitional Slide - I made money, I lost money, I did it again
Transitional Slide - Dussy salary cap
Transitional Slide - Water dawg
Transitional Slide - I followed your rules for way too long
Transitional Slide - Night like this I wish that bomb head would fall
Scene 6: Bridge
This scene makes little sense in the film and stands out like a sore thumb and really questions the audience about what is happening.
Scene 7: Trapped
How the industry strips you down for what you have got like strippers and take your money and keep you trapped in their vicious cycle. Transitional Slide - My tastebloods is expensive
Scene 8: Waking up
Waking up out of it? To reality since it can be so consuming like the big screen Transitional Slide - You played the game, I pimped it
Transitional Slide - God is gangsta
Scene 9: Drowning to being brought back
After the extended drowning.. longer time under sins.Scene 10: Unexpected bridge cut
Transitional Slide - Fin
CONCLUSION |
I done lost money made it back
Everybody get the fuck out the way right now
I just got a burner, where they at?
Car doin doughnuts in a flash
Straight like this, I need my money in a bag
Oh, yeah
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, got it on me
If I aint got nothin that matter on me
Dare one try, who frontin on me?
Aint no smut, no chatter on me
Money on me, hundred on me
Both got rocks, look better on me
Spaceship parked, no landin on me
Wrecked my Lam, dont need it on E
Four words I know, yeah
Fuck all you hoes, ayy
I do the most, ayy
Put that in quotes, ayy
Diamond on me, jumpin on me
You lil boys cant match milli on me
10K fit, put Groovy on fleek
D-boy fresh since school 03
Speed racer, top down on E-way
Throw it back like replay
Most of yall wont be safe
I came from hard knocks
I stack, bring more knots
Gang tats and stovetops
Act like you know us, you punk bitch
Oh, yeah
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
First mil showed up, ayy
Rari gon go nuts, ayy
Jewelry hang all out, ayy
Bitches gon call now, ayy
Dollars aint C-notes, ayy
House on each coast, ayy
Glock goes emo, ayy
Porsche sound Deebo, ayy
Four words I know, yeah
Fuck all you hoes, ayy
Chain whip, dip splash, uh
Slim bitch, all ass, ayy
Brew fresh pots, I serve
This my wrist, iceberg
Real life rich, get curved
Bitch look fine, still broke
Bitch, my wrist came woke
Big bling, wrist got sold
I must live my worth
Chain drip down my shirt
My block been Iraq
Three mil, paid my tax
Your shit seized, all bad
Fill my bag, all cash
Oh, yeah
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
I been counting dead men, puttin bodies in the safe
52 hundred, one swipe, throw it away
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya
Ayy, whip, whip, whip, til it stain on ya |
Ahhh! Ahhh!
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 screaming in the hotel room
Lucifer was all around
So I kept running
Until I found my safe haven
I was trying to convince myself the stripes I got
Making myself realize what my foundation was
But while my loved ones were fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Ay on my momma, nigga
Imma be the greatest to ever do this shit
On my momma, doe like...
On the dead homies
Aye Sounwave turn this shit up nigga
Turn this shit up! Soundwave, turn this shit up nigga
Tell me, who the bitch nigga hatin on me?
Jumping on my dick, but this dick aint free
To Pimp a Butterfly, another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for every one-day MC
Nigga, now R.I.P
My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy
Alls my life I has to fight, nigga
Alls my life I...
Hard times like, God!
Bad trips like, Yea!
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 lookin at me for the pay cut
But homicide be lookin 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
20 of em in my Chevy, tell em all to come and get me
Reapin everything I sow, so my karma come
And heaven no preliminary hearing, so my record
Im a motherfuckin gangster in silence for the record
Tell the world I know its too late
Boys and girls, I think I 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?
40 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 little zero
Thinkin of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal
Diggin in my pocket, aint a profit big enough to feed you
Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you
In the presence of your chico... ah!
I dont talk about it, be about it, everyday 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, 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 screaming in the hotel room
I didnt wanna self-destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers |
I need a rider
To go down and slide up
I hope you can handle a shift stick, babe
Cause you gotta drive it
Girl, dont try to fight it
When Im all up inside it
You shiftin the gears on my stick shift, babe
You got me excited
I bet you ride so good, yeah
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
I bet you ride so good
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Boy you got me workin, overtime
Soakin wet, Im a Slip N Slide
You say you want some breakfast, let me open wide
Eat it up, tickle up my spine
Run back, side to side, stick shift, overdrive
Boy, you tryna give that pussy new interior design
Bangin, bangin, wake up in it, Ima put my back into it
No Netflix, we makin movies, Ima let you watch me do it
I need a rider
To go down and slide up
I hope you can handle a shift stick, babe
Cause you gotta drive it
Girl, dont try to fight it
When Im all up inside it
You shiftin the gears on my stick shift, babe
You got me excited
I bet you ride so good, yeah
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
I bet you ride so good, yeah, yeah
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
I get those goosebumps every time
You hit it from behind, the way we bump and grind
You love the way I grind on that dick, grind on that dick
Yeah, climb on that dick, glide on that dick
Big titties in the front seat, ass in the back
Throw it like a pitcher, baby, hit it with your bat
I be on that freak shit
Bust it for no reason
I need a rider
To go down and slide up
I hope you can handle a shift stick, babe
Cause you gotta drive it
Girl, dont try to fight it
When Im all up inside it
You shiftin the gears on my stick shift, babe
You got me excited
I bet you ride so good, yeah
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
I bet you ride so good, yeah, yeah
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out
I bet you ride, yeah |
Sometimes I want to leave, sometimes I want to cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I want to lie
Sometimes I want to school the youth, sometimes I want to ride
Sometimes I want to not think, sometimes I want to vibe
Sometimes I want to bump Tribe and zone out
This songs bout a young boy thats gone wild inside
When my world collide
With your world where your girl and your kids reside
We killed the facades, we feel free to fly
Were birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much
If my clothes is new, if my ride is plush
If my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror, Im trendy enough? Wrong
Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
So she can be cool to be, amongst popularity
The various name brands that reached the price scan
Its not about the right price but more like the right scam
To rule us all, confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
Now lets draw
The picture of a rapper with a chain and Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
That lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward? then Ill rewind, a time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are, farther youre from the white mans home
Negro spiritual songs, gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity, they parted our families
They put us in hundred degree shade and outside we bathed
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules
And trapped our minds in a cage, our freedom was so vague
Couldnt see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross
And school was exempt, see we couldnt have smarts
And a smirk could get you hurt, wounded first from a scar
400 years of nothing, 400 years of suffering
400 years of tears, and tribulations, miseducation
See what we facing is now coming back to the roots
Remember whips on our back and if we would run they would shoot
Called us niggers and figured that we never live in pursuit
Of happiness, we capture these feelings in things that we do
Thought of abstinence of slavery but we made it come to
About a perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie
Her hand bag gotta be Gucci, its fake then she fool me
She still bad though, and her fake Gucci aint that bad though
We filling up the gas for Rollies
Upgrade to 26s after riding Kobes
My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the 400 years we never saw
The reason why the next 400 we gotta floss
Slaves
I said the 400 years we never had nothing
Barely had clothes on our back
Is the reason why when we get a little bit of change
We over exaggerate on our living expenses
So if you get your first big check and you cop a chain before you buy a house
Youre a vanity slave
If youre a female and you got 4,5,6 rings on your finger
Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing
Youre a vanity slave
If you got an 02 Monte Carlo with 24s on it
And on the back of the window it says, Get on my level ho
Youre a vanity slave
Were all vanity slaves, and with that being said
Can somebody please tell me where the mall at?
Im not from around here, hey Ali, where we at? Idaho?
Yeah nigga, you know the first of the month, checks coming in
Im tryna get some
What up? |
Shout out
Ohh, yeah
Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that we’ve been through
And all I know is girl I owe you
A hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
I owe you a hunnid favors
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid favors
Hunnid favors
Niggas all talk, itll never change
Keep on choosin do your thang
All them favors, I call her like a driver
Drowning in that pussy, and I’m the sole survivor
Vodka, hunnid flavors, GT watermelon
She always do me favors, and I don’t never tell her
GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice
Owe her a hunnid favors, I call her my hunnid proof
Man I heard about an angel
Now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of vodka
All I ever see is your face
Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you’ve been doing
And all I know is girl I’ll owe
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Ill do you a hunnid favors
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Yeah
And now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hunnid favors
Ohh, nothing less
Hunnid, hunnid
Priceless with the life
Rollin on them dice
Spent a mill on a flight
Flew back and she bounced back
High speed
All gold
Lord of the Ring
We live that life big time
Big time
A hunnid times I gave my bitch the sunshine
Harley Davis
Harley Davis
Twin cam, I gave my bitch a hunnid favors
Now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of vodka
And all I ever see is your face
And I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you’ve been doing
And all I know is I owe you a
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Ill do you a hunnid favors
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Yeah
And now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hunnid favors
Ohh, nothing less
Hunnid, hunnid
You was a college student abusing the credit union
The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid
And me I was runnin wild hittin licks in my mothers Buick
Confusing, you like my style even though I was broke and doing
Stick em ups, you wanna pick em up
Inside your Civic Plus the difference was
I wasnt rich as fuck you still would depend on us
And I missed the crush that we had every time winter December come
And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from
Cupid himself, and Im shootin himself
And the paramedics wont come even if you scream for help
Dont let love die, you regroovin yourself
And Im losing now too looking at you boo hoo from whats dealt
So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Rallys
On your mothers couch your little brother in the alley
You say K. Dot your page got that pay that Birdman and Jay got
One day youll reap what you sow, now I reap for us both
Thats one hunnid
Now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of vodka
And all I ever see is your face
And I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you’ve been doing
And all I know is I owe you a
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Ill do you a hunnid favors
Hunnid, hunnid, a hunnid favors
Yeah
And now I’m sitting here sippin on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hunnid favors
Ohh, nothing less
Hunnid, hunnid |
Ive been duckin my friends, Ive been stuck on my ends
Memories about people all in my head
First come to mind is my mama buyin me Jordans
Are we really made equal? Cause everybody got plans
I cant go ghost, I face demons
Dont let it defeat you, all in my hands
I know its hard for you to come out that trance
I look myself in the mirror when I can
Lets speak the truth, tell me in pieces
I know its you, I know just what you do
I knew since we first got evicted out our roof
My new since rehab, I was six, tryna see you
How could I resent you? Demons, they test you
Grandma and I missed you
You dont know what we been through
Dont let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh
Please dont let them come get you, ooh-ooh
How could I resent you? Demons, they test you
Grandma and I missed you
You dont know what we been through
Dont let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh
Please dont let them come get you, ooh-ooh
Beep
What it beep-bop
What it beep-bop
What it beep-bop
What it beep-bop
What it, bop
What it, bop
What it, bop
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What it, beep-bop
What it, beep-bop
What it, beep-bop
Run away from home, run away from home
When the nights gone, when the nights gone
Run away from home, run away from home-home-home-home-home
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why all seem to be convinced?
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why yall question my exit?
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why yall livin on the fence?
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why Im sleepin on it?
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why yall get me so upset?
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why yall want me dead?
Why yall listen to the demons in your head?
Why do we play victim? Good times are ahead
Attention, this is my life sentence, huh, huh
Youre committed, huh, defensive bout your vision, huh, huh
Dont you get offended, huh
When the darkness hits, Ill show you all that Im not kiddin, huh
Grow a tree, plant the seed, let it breathe
My sister Ree-Ree only see me on the screen
I know she needs me, I cant help but feel T
How could I resent you? Demons, they test you
Grandma and I missed you
You dont know what we been through
Dont let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh
Please dont let them come get you, ooh-ooh
How could I resent you? Demons, they test you
Grandma and I missed you
You dont know what we been through
Dont let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh
Please dont let them come get you, ooh-ooh |
You got—you got some more moscato?
Yeah, shes a mean girl, Im a nice guy
We all know opposite attract, like a rail road, and I like
You to do anything you please when youre with me, momma
Lets head home, crack a bottle of the Sutter Homes
And hit some trees, why not?
Where your head at?
Hope its in the gutter like mine, not where you find rats
Talking bout where you find ecstasy
Come on have a little bit of sex with me
Can I hit it in the morning, til the sun has fallen
Like a new born, baby you stallin
You know you want all this long dick
Oh shit, might want to make you my misses like I lost it
Peek-a-boo
Lady your smile light up the room, Pikachu
You could put a nigga in a tomb peek-at-you
Lets pop this cork, let me rub on your neck
Til Victorias secret get all wet
And Victorias secret safe with me
Let Victorias secret leave your legs
I know you had a hard day, baby, relax your mind
Shit, soon as Christ turned water into wine, everything was fine
When things get hard to swallow, we need a bottle of Moscato
Puts me in the mood for your loving, you love it
We can even do it tomorrow, just bring a bottle of Moscato
Puts me in the mood for your loving
You love it
Guess whose back in this motherfucka
Looking like a motherfuckin Chi-town pimp, alright
Make my money flip, make my money flip
Make my money flip, I been in the gym all night
Came in the game with a dollar and a dream
And a AK clip with an infrared beam
I pop that trunk, make everybody scream
Put a missing punk on everybodys screen
Aint nothing changed but the ends Im holding
My dick is big and my nuts is swollen
I dont know if youve noticed but a nigga be rolling
With a bad bitch and the bitch be rolling
Dolphin pills and Moscato spills
Everything she need to get her thrill
No Hennessy on the bartender bill
Just good wine and a good place to chill
I feel I might get loose tonight and fuck your girlfriend
I mean I feel she might come through tonight, plus her girlfriend
In a 5-Star suite with a 5-Star freak
Slinging that dick while baby eat
On her punani, ooh mommys, look at yours bodies, Im geeked
Having a good time
Put my pain in a mothafuckin bottle
A chain and a diamond ring dont feel the same
If a nigga aint got his eyes closed
I know you had a hard day baby, relax your mind
Shit, soon as Christ turned water into wine everything was fine
When things get hard to swallow, we need a bottle of Moscato
Puts me in the mood for your loving, you love it
We can even do it tomorrow, just bring a bottle of Moscato
Puts me in the mood for your loving
You love it
I said, its a celebration, clap clap bravo
Lobster and shrimp with a glass of Moscato
What up ho, what up?
I said what up ho, what up?
I said, its a celebration, clap clap bravo
Lobster and shrimp with a glass of Moscato
What up ho, what up?
I said what up ho, what up?
Sip slow
Relaxation
Thats our motto
Soul |
187
Love
Niggas
Bitches
Me
Faded I might
Faded I might
My mind went
Mind went
Now I done grew around some niggas that caused me some drama
Swear when you make it niggas say you owe them
Swear they think they your momma
Everybody with their hands out
They always ask me, they know that I got it
My biggest fear is going broke
Cant say no, thats my problem
I wanted that Rolls-Royce
Young boy looking to make a bad choice
Then it got fucked up when mom went to jail
I heard a little voice
Back of my head, Back of my mind
Dropped out of school but a nigga did fine
I aint telling you to drop out, but if you do make use of your time
I said why they hating on me Im just trying to get my guap
Im just trying to set my family up
First: believe in one God then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher
We aint ever fuck with cops, and thats never gonna stop
And Im posted at the tippy-top
So get your money fast then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher
Love
Niggas
Bitches
Me
Faded I might
Faded I might
My mind went
Mind went
Ok
Im taking my time, and taking your dinner
these bitches cold blooded like winter
Im looking at fixtures that I dont remember
Im all in my zone, Karl Malone
Taking these shots, abusing my liver
Its mine, I spend it
Its mine, Im gon spend it
Doomsday, Dooms date
These niggas weak like its a tuesday
Niggas get loony like a toon stay
Everything well done, like two steaks
Who they? aint from L.A
They fall off like November days
They worry bout your sales
But, at the end the day, who getting paid?
I said why they hating on me Im just trying to get my guap
Im just trying to set my family up
First: believe in one God then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher
We aint ever fuck with cops, and thats never gonna stop
And Im posted at the tippy-top
So get your money fast then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher
Love
Niggas
Bitches
Me
Faded I might
Faded I might
My mind went
Mind went
I said why they hating on me Im just trying to get my guap
Im just trying to set my family up
First: believe in one God then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher
We aint ever fuck with cops, and thats never gonna stop
And Im posted at the tippy-top
So get your money fast then stack your paper higher
Get your money, stack your paper higher |
At the end of it all
No one wants to drink alone
Baby, thats how it goes
Dont walk away from me
Fragmented memories
Sentences incomplete
Thats when she said
Dont wanna put up a fight anymore
Im down to the end of my rope
And Im freefalling
Ill search inside myself
I need to know why I act this way
A whisper turns to a scream
I cant ignore it no more
At the end of it all
No one wants to drink alone
Baby, thats how it goes
From my eyewitness binoculars
To Argentina and Africa
We mastered the pressure
Hazardous , harassing us
You laugh at us
More accurate at bagging dimes, now we bagging rhymes
Bodybags, price tags on your forehead
Nine times out of ten, young niggas are nine or ten
When the line becomes thin: be a killer or fireman
Fill up the lavish pen if I needed to right my wrongs
I cant deny sin, condolences through these palms
I remember when your cousin was coming home
My bitch, why we plotted to kill him cause we aint know him
Unfamiliar faces make niggas nervous
Convicted court cases might hit the surface
Restricted territories might come through lurkin
We aint want none of that urgent call
Well, Ima act Turk and fall on my identity, percocets
For all the headaches, Im bout to bring confetti
Tumble out this barrel soon as it ring, you ready?
That was the word for we moved on em
Treat him like Joe the Plumber
I wonder if someone come and can see this tool on him
Immature and retarded is what you call me
Your cousin want coming home from the pen but from the army
If I can right my wrongs and pen this verse I read
Even though a bullet hit him in the leg, still walk on by
At the end of it all
No one wants to drink alone
Baby thats how it goes
Dont walk away from me |
I remember, uhh
When my uncles
Served smokers
On Alondra
In front of our building, they was my heroes
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Bad bitches, crackheads, street niggas, crack hoes
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Uhh, and thats scary to me
Dope beat, dope flow, vary to me
Especially when Sounwave is on his Ps
Nigga cue me in Im a Peruvian drug lord
Dont fast forward, Ima serve you some keys
This is crack co-caine, Im Kurt Co-bain
And I bang like a C-R-I-P
P-I-R-U, high you Im a I-V
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack— STOP
I said a I-V cuz when I be in the studio, I shot
A needle in your veins, take it in vein
Or itch till your eyeballs pop
Im cold on the cold turkey
I hate chickens but I do fuck pretty birdies
Where your girl at? Over the Pyrex, where my world at
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Bad bitches, crackheads, street niggas, crack hoes
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Uhh, and its scary to me
Every listener is a strawberry to me
You pussies aint shit but venereal disease
Zs on K.Dot? Uh-uh better wake up
A nightmare, Im right there like a Siamese
-Twin, when, you mothafuckas gon learn?
Curl up like Big Worm when I drop
Who fly? Im a red eye with eye drops
I Big, I Pac, you Chris, I Rock
Thats Pookie on New Jack head first with a cyclops
Im the first one to do that I bet you never knew that
Back like a tailbone, who you got to tell on?
If ain’t about me about ho it be about face
If you ain’t on higher—learning
Theres soda in the pot and the fire—burning
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Bad bitches, crackheads, street niggas, crack hoes
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Uhh, and its scary to carry
A smooth type flow like a drink of Merlot
Thatll freak yall out like a girl Virgo
When I turbo on any track, its a Reynolds wrap
And I rap like a nigga who invented rap
Rapping heat, you can fall to defeat
If you dont pay ya tolls like the limbs on ya feet
I suppose this is bigger than life
This is probably everybody, Illuminati
Guess Im the blood sacrifice of the party
I undress her like a Harley
Lights will flash, cars will crash
Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh
So my bad if I put you in rehab
You are reimbursed, put it on my tab
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Bad bitches, crackheads, street niggas, crack hoes
This shit is so dope, you might wanna be my crack hoe
Aw dude, youre about to fuckin OD bro |
24/7, 365, motherfucker Im still right on time
Oh you thought you had me all figured out?
Take it from the horses mouth, youll never understand me
I told you my Plan B is to win your hearts before we win a Grammy
These Days aint shit changed, different toilet, same shit
And I drank a whole gallon of laxatives by accident
Just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldnt be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me down
Built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but fuck love
It dont make dollars, it dont make sense nigga
By the way, thats DJ Quik nigga, respect or check it
These days, Im a little more focused
Cause yall cracked the door and I kicked it open
Yellin get the fuck down or I will shoot
I told you not to motherfuckin move!
Be another example
Ill take the whole industry hostage if I have to
Ill sabotage this game, a good kid?
Yeah thats only in my mamas eyes
I seen a dead body at five and that shit made me traumatized
So These Days, a little blood on my hands aint nothing compared
To hopping out a minivan, with a mini 22 3s and the homie TuTu
And two more YGs, oh nobody got time for that!
These Days its only time for rap!
So Herbert Anthony Stevens
You make or break bread before we break even
Before they broke our records we broke records
And wrote pieces, of history
So These Days? These accolades thats meant for we?
Its only truth that this shit was meant to be, T.D.E
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam
Lifes still a Traffic Jam...
Shit... what more did you expect? HiiiPower
For the most part, we go hard for the respect
Im obviously ominous to my competition
And if I aint better than Kendrick than nobody is then!
We shared our life with you
Shared our light with you even in the darkest of hours
In hopes that one day, just maybe, one day the worldll be ours
Ha, and now they look up to us like towers
For rhyming like we had super powers
They shouldve never let us in these offices...
Knowing good and God-damn well
How well weve been ducking officers
Laughing at the scraps they offered us in the past
And now we toast champagne to the thirst we never had!
I had my ups and downs, but I always left right
Rest In Peace Alori Joh... TopDawg for life!
And oh yeah... SOUL!
I watch that fire that were gathered around and see that it burns similar to the fire that is inside you... |
Only go backwards, lately
Every part of me says, Go ahead
I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again
Feels like we only go backwards darling
And well be screamin out no rules, no rules
Feel the energy we go through, I told you
Pump my fist like Im supposed to, I showed you
My vision of the unsocial, its so cool
Look around me and youll see the scene, who to blame?
See my generation has no shame, I play the game
How I see it this is inside the future, this is nothin that youre used to
I refuse to play the victim, my religion is to move ya
Out your power position, my army head-on collision
Cant harm me out of my own skin, government need assistance
Every time that I zone in, nothing is more convincin
Than tellin you that I wont bend, break or fake partition
I cant, this is my life design, this is me taking mines
This is what I live for, this is me takin yours
This is more than C4, this is what happens when
We ready to build and destroy, I hope that you enjoy
It feels like I only go backwards, lately
Every part of me says, Go ahead
I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again
Feels like we only go backwards darling
I live my life a rebel, a vigilante, devils try to get at me
Pedal through this underworld, undertakers wont catch me
System aint no system for justice if you would ask me
Ill tell you everything is corrupted, dont you walk past me
With the condescended look I can tell youre pretendin
Like you my friends and you just a henchman, I feel relentless
I feel the tension in the air thick enough to cut through it
Or cut you with it, Im cut from a cloth that bred a nuisance
Trespass on your property I am properly aimin to go against ya democracy
This is me changing faces cause I can stand alone and die alone as long as I got pride
The victory of fight is all in my eyes
The night is young and I can see your demise, Im waitin for it
You can’t ignore it, you live dormant, I die enormous
Big as the lies you tell I can tell that you feel defeated
The truth will set you free and to me thats the only reason, capisce?
It feels like I only go backwards, lately
Every part of me says, Go ahead
I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again
Feels like we only go backwards darling
It feels |
Look inside my eyes and tell me you see a warrior
I never felt the feeling of euphoria
Pain forever or prolong the pros and cons of prosperity is strong
Wake up in the morning and I gotta win
Not taking the victory, thats my only sin
And so I send a message to your messenger
A warning shot to let em know Im serious
Im ready for a war, when I roar it can break a glass window
The only thing for sure: the perfect way to bend you
On your back even if I gotta slither through the cracks
I can crack every code you deliver, I attack
Every hole where the bomb squad sit it on the tripod
Even if you try hard, he can still die hard
Run but you cant hide: white flags
You can pull em out fast and tell me your last goodbye
I will, I will climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I got to lose? What I got to prove?
I guess war is my love
Make sure your next move is slick, your best move is nothing
You know I take risk: dark clouds, I love it
Cause I can hide in the mist, hop out
And crush every soldier youre with, so Im 6 for 6
Im sick with determination: Ill terminate ya quick
I lead the pack, I follow no rules
I see the traps, I know youre close to
Falling on your face, unload, reload
Hand me another case, explode, explode
The fire of my eyes is waiting on your demise
I know you hope your help is close by
I will, I will climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I got to lose? What I got to prove?
I guess war is my love |
Our circumstance to where we had parents in our lives that was showing us everything
Like didnt nobody walk us and— by our hand and show us like you do this and dont do that
It wasnt like that coming up in our motherfuckin community where we grew up at
We grew up off of, what? Figueroa, nigga, like a, a, a, a worldwide blade
A real strip
A real, real ho store
I mean, you know like
You got a mama tellin you somethin and a daddy
A daddy tellin you somethin
And at the same time, you got your daddy, he, he, he, he around the corner
Gettin high off the heroin
Your mama on the county, you know what I mean? Like
Supportin, wanna take care of ten kids
I mean, you know, man, its like
Smokin the gas on the regular, man, you know what I mean?
Word
Sippin on Henn, nothin but regular, you know what I mean?
Word, uh
Pissy sofas, sharin food with roaches, uh
On gangster Crip, my papa was a bitch
Left me where hope just dont exist
And every neighbor got a fence
With bars on windows, my moms slavin for the rent
Throwin dices, GT Dyno groovin
Where you hang, we shootin
You slip, you stiffen
Creative Crippin, uh
Nigga, uh
Bitches stop in traffic
This that type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason Im pussy magnet
She learned to carry package
I been the best at rappin, uh
Im hot as Vegas
Your favorite rapper broke, he dont get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been born in 93, though
He tryna fool the people
Man
The jokes on you, motherfucker
The loc is on you, motherfucker
I warned you, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma
Aint nothin changed but the change
Lets put our brains away from gangs
Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves
Shit, we even changed our names
Tiny somethin, Lil Shane, while we bang
But yo, yall aint hearin me
My homie facin life, he told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in that dark
Your mind, it grays your heart
I wrote these rhymes days apart
Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts
How your grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make your life a book?
Left you for dead cause he aint lead you right
But Im gon freedom write, hmm
Lets put the rags down and raise our kids
Lets put the guns down and blaze a spliff
Lets do it now, man, no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips
You can learn to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man
The jokes on you, motherfucker
The loc is on you, motherfucker
I warned you, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, its karma |
My back against the wall, like I see yall fronting
Drowning in your own spit and aint coming up with nothing
I call this shit Rapper Shit cause I aint a rapper
But if I was, this aint some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture, you call yourself a factor
Youre lame, paving a way Bob could build faster
Im a real master, real massive, you just real average
I see your chain, its strange, they wore those in the Middle Passage
And its harder to play me than to fiddle backwards
Dont act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hits the fan, you know I stand last
I see through your true colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And whats the odds of even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open a door you go inside
Just to realize, either youre weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about what you do than you do
So by the time your shit is due its doo-doo
And who knew that too cool fool who used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack, like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul, Abstract Asshole
Black Lip Bastard, et cetera for forever
I follow no ruler, even if Im under a drastic measure
But whatever
They say pressure bust pipes
And I aint never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now thats a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
Its inadequate to go against the Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what, I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony, but I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked to jump on the competition, Scorch ya, third degree burns next to their sideburns,
All sorts of combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
Free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings
As I control my wheel like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they would fuck with me
Now they cant fuck with him, Im wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and I dont blame em
They say, Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out, I give em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
Big homie fear young, buck cause when I buck I make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart I know sun still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine
I got an appetite for habitual liars on the mic
Who with pliers couldnt get a grip on life
I spit like I sat the tip of my dick on ice, and thats intense
Imagine if I had already came twice, aint that some shit
Pass the swisher nigga, fill your cup with liquor nigga
Fly your kite till youre gone till November nigga
Show em you remember nigga
Pour some Hennessy and Crown for your homie six feet underground
Smoke an ounce and turn that frown upside down
Like the triangle in the panties of my gal
When Mike Jack made Raining in Moscow I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five, now its twenty-ten
Two years away from when they say the worlds expected to end
And I aint even begin
Thats more ironic than a bum asking for 50 Cent from Many Men, one
Too many relays for DJs to replay
I do the reject while I eject your new singlay
Hot enough to sit in hell, then unveil in heatwave
Piss on a demon with ice water
And if I lose my voice then Im probably calling out to all P.A
Systems to assist in with the word Im tryna spread
Like county jail bread or the legs of a hoochie
And thats off top like a toupee, Im 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops, go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some valium, then turn up the volume
I influence ghettos where it says caution
And them bloggers get to sparking like L.A. females thats balling
Round the time this happens often, the violence get the flare
We racing against life, the turtle or the hare?
And nobody can compare to the legacy that we bout to build
Yall work at Build-A-Bear soft as underhand pitching with skills
Shit, and aint no use in crying over spilt milk
Youre dead and gone
The pall-bearers carry you and your family will carry on
And on the real, this aint a construction site but you know the drill
We lead the league in all aspects
And we deserve more medals than a magnet
Put you niggas in a hole like bad debt
Shooting three pointers with the globe, nothing but nets
Nigga, nothing but the best
Every time we hit your tape deck niggas hit the deck
I rhyme like a fucking TEC-9,
And I Clown Posses if they disrespect
You looking at a T-Rex snapping at em with Tourettes
Yeah, this the flow that killed aspiring rappers
Too late, I grab the eight and start expiring rappers
Some shit only BIG and Pac could rap after
And if they was alive, they would have to pay tithes
I am God
M.C.R. squares will disperse in despair, this is me motherfucker |
Tell to myself, still on fire
Im under attack, but Im still on fire
I got some chatter, but Im still on fire
I got some threat, but Im still on fire
I got some liabilities, but Im still on fire
If its not amazing that Im on fire
Ive been to hell and back, but Im still on fire
Whats in the back of my mind, sittin in the back of that thang
With the two double R sittin in the back of my brain
Anywhere but here, thats what I told my chauffeur
And this shit gettin heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders
Think you figured it out, but you dont have a clue
Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you
I started hustlin for draws and now theres plaques on the walls
Think Im sellin my soul? Then you can come get em all
Trade em all for my dawgs, yea, Im talkin to you
Where did we go wrong? Because I dont have a clue
You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes
But its real consequences nigga remember the rules
So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga
Took 5 years of your life, you didnt deserve that nigga
I guess power and pain look its somewhat the same
I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And aint nobody gave us nothin, so we drug dealin
You know we coppin Louie loafers just to thug in em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
Im talkin real luxury, dont feel a bump in the road
We aint like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin it, really had me disgusted
Nigga, who am I kiddin? It felt like a heart attack
Cause I gave you my heart and didnt ask for it back
And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers
Fuck everyone in this world as long as we got each other
Woulda done anything, took a trafficking charge
Everyday on my head just to see you livin large
Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill
And I aint tell you to blow it, I aint tell you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But youre only a man, homie, I aint mad at ya
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And aint nobody gave us nothin, so we drug dealin
You know we coppin Louie loafers just to thug in em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I swear the Lord is my shepherd, Im bout to go cop a Lexus
Im bout to go fuck Alexis, take this and flood my Rolexes
This black on black is a blessin
Black on black crime on my weapon
I protect mine on my mama and em, these my Usher confessions
Let it burn - Tee-Tee and Tiana sexting
Teepees and mansions I rest in
Two Ts and Top Dawg impress with
TVs that play their investment
K-D-O-T go tee off and TGs and YGs gon press it
Its our turn - I pray that I never lose you
Cause I like Benji and beaucoup bucks at my wrists
They do voodoo, curse you forever, you better not touch it
The clutching Im used to, 250 speed racing crucial
Nigga, Vrrrrm
My youngins asking me do you consider role models useful
Its hard to say when Im neutral, Im tryna find out myself
Find inner peace inside heaven, find diamond piece inside hell
Will I learn
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And aint nobody gave us nothin, so we drug dealin
You know we coppin Louie loafers just to thug in em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost |
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive, that’s official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black debuted and put the city on wax
A lot of Biggie comparisons, we all was aware of them
But that wasnt my M.O., I just thought he was dope
Cant understand why Game would say his name in that manner
Many years went by, still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor of the year, DJ Dave
And his brother designed, put together the music
Put it out to the people, the people said I was stupid
With the flow, went to the barbershop to show off my skills
Mike and Himey and some other cat said I was real
Himey was Games barber, the other cat made a statement
Saying that Game was his partner, so I gave him my tape
Said hed play it for him, hoping that Id get my big break
But never got a response.. anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came to my school with a camera
I freestyled on his DVD for a minute then after
It hit the streets, I was known as K. Dot from Compton
Man Hootie probably was the youngest out that was poppin
But I didnt have a home yet, Hootie had ? in me
Until I met Top Dawg, told Dave that hed like to meet
Me at the studio, made me freestyle for an hour
Told me come back tomorrow, but I came back in a hour
Jay Rock was in the booth, recording his first mixtape
Was skeptical homie at first because he knew where I stayed
But we got over that, heard the beat, wrote a rap
Did our first collaboration on the Nephew track
He got signed months later, Warner Brothers
We started on his album, he wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was generated from G Malone
He had a song called 200, White Lightnin, the streets loved it
Said that Sony had gave him an unbelievable budget
Now thats a smart nigga, Im tryna make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West Coast was playin was Bishop
And by then this nigga buzz was tremendous
In the lab, me and Rock tryna perfect our craft
What the fuck? Next thing you know, we came across Lift Me Up
It was a hit
When I heard it
But all we had was the instrumental and the hook
But when
Rock jump on it for certain, it was to smash
Gave it to Julio, just to get his opinion
Next thing you know, the record was
Spinning
That was a good look, it set the coast on fire
Niggas in Garden projects presents Watts Riot
Then these rappers start hating, callin up to the station
Ask why they record aint playin, what you niggas complaining, about?
Shit was funny to us tho
Niggas hate to see a nigga from the bottom come up, yo
In the midst of the single poppin and niggas tryna seek and destroy
I had a situation with Def Jam, premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left but they didnt care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward, hot dollah had the streets on lock
Far as radio play, obvious, he got a lot
Beefing’ with Daz Dilinger, Jay Rock spoke on it
Which in my opinion, I didn’t think the shit was impo’tant
But that’s a whole ‘nother story, we hit the lab with Game
And a few other names like Juice and Young, ya boy
Did the cypher freestyle and everybody’s like, Wow
These Top Dawg niggas ‘bout to make noise
Surely after Game took us on tour, I love you for that
But right after that, we didn’t see him no more
G Malone came with a smash hit with Akon
Mistah FAB battled Royce Nickel with napalm
Then everybody start to scream out the new West
And claim that West Coast legends don’t want to see him at best
I think that’s just an excuse, because their music aint tight
Tell ‘em that Ab-soul said it, they can quote him twice
Then Crooked I came with Hip-Hop Weekly, killin’ the internet
But he been a threat since Deathrow, then Roccett came about
And all I thought about was Ab-Soul 2Eleven too
It finally started to look like the West was makin’ moves
Western Union had the whole block boomin’ because of Snoop
Matter fact, Bad Lucc was my favorite about the group
Then ?Problem? took off, another Compton native
We both Compton niggas, but Compton still aint made it
By this time, Jay Rock and All My Life hit the airwaves
We almost got into some major beef over Lil’ Wayne
That part Imma leave out
Theres certain things that the streets only should know about
Shout out to Nipsey
Bishop win that game, then had a fight with X.O
That’s when I dropped C4 and had the critics mad at me
Because they didn’t see my views, grab the hottest album out and re-do it
That’s a goddamn power move stupid
You foolish, don’t know shit about this war shit
Theres mo’ shit to wanting to be the king of the coast shit
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive, that’s official
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive, that’s official
So two weeks ago I finally run into the nigga I gave my mixtape too
And said he was partners with Game
The nigga finally told me what he said
He said he didn’t like it
But the niggas like
“See, see, look at you, look at you now, I tried to tell him you was tight”
Nigga probably never even gave it to him and shit |
Ah, ah
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 100,000 but never reached her
I fuckin tell you, you fuckin failure—you aint no leader!
I never liked you, forever despise you—I dont need you!
The world dont need you, dont let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, thats for dedication
Thought money would change you
Made you more complacent
I 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
House keeping
House keeping
¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!
¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!
¡Disculpe!
You the reason why mama and them leavin
No, you aint shit, you say you love them
I know you dont mean it
I know youre irresponsible, selfish, in denial, you 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 he would recover well
Third surgery, they couldnt stop the bleeding for real
Then he died, God himself will say, You fuckin failed
You aint try
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh, 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
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
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 |
Yeah
On my young niggas, on my done nigga
Yeah
Woo!
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey , court blood one time!)
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey
Hey-ay-oh-ay-ah, hey
Floatation device, hey
Elevate your life, hey
We with ceiling lights, hey
Sipping from the kite, hey
We in love at the rally
Thought they had to add the clothes
Tonight we unify society
All my sisters and my bros
Against the wind, they gon shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like were Venus
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold the door
What you tryna to close it for?
Nigga hold the door
Theres room for some many more
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Wake up in the morning, dont know if youre coming back
When we do the moshin, we make sense if we was done
Everybody need space, okay
If you got the light inside, you know you need the black!
If you want to shine way out!
If you want to shine way out!
Way, way, way out!
If you want to bring the day out
Kites on my radar, life in my palms
We unite through the chaos
Tell them to obey ours
My cerebellum threw a rebellion from ARs
The day I have a J.R., I tell him to work for God only
And quit his day job
Radio never play ours
This revolution aint televised with prayer
Jumping over borders
Aint no ruler for restrictions, aint no police to deport us
Aint no summers for our sons, aint no dealings for our daughters
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corner , celebrate humanity
And scream back at me in the morning
Every field in Mississippi, every street in California
Know the devil is a liar, its the time to be anointed
Truck into a stream, disconnected to a dream
Head bussin, hittin nothing, even if I gotta bleed
Sittin waiting patient for a universal pain
Politicking with the nation, this is big as you and me huh?
I let you find my contacts, okay
Tryna set us off for combat, no way
Waking up the spirit its on every human being
If you with us, then you scream so one day you can shine way out!
Me, Im way, way out
Way out, way out
Way, way, way out
Hey, hey
Wanna bring the fucking crayon
Hey, hey
The girls in here are the humblest
We drink out our plastic tumblers
While you see us on Tumblrs
We wanna get a job as a baroness
They dont want no goddamn foreigners!
Say, Hey, you, you wanna marry us?
Carriers the cross, they carry us
I wanna get high cause Im curious
Im serious, I hope you are feeling us
Im paying all these with periods
With mobiles are running delirious
Its our dream, out of this radius
Im lettin off kites to the barriers
Im lettin off kites to the barriers
Im lettin off kites to the barriers
Let-let-letttin off kites to the barriers
Theres room for so many more
Hey! |
All the spoons in my kitchen
Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend
Bend ya up, and bend ya back down
All the girls in my bedroom
They bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)
Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out
All the rules to this game, oh I
Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend
Beend it girl, beend it girl
Soon as I enter
I put a hurting on it if I don’t kill it she injured
For a long time, summer, spring, and winter
Fall for anything, you clumsy-ass nigga
Jumping off the boat in some 87 Locs
She’s seen them hundred spokes and then that woman spoke
But I don’t talk back, I put my life on tracks
If that don’t work put your wife on track
Show me where the candle wax, it must be you
Cause I burn right through everything ya’ll do
High octane when I bring on my last name
Mr. Lamar AKA The Cash King
Quicker than pre-cum won’t you give her a reason
To not meet up with me like a vegan
Psst, Goddamn I’m the fucking man
She said fuck her man, now she fuck with Mann
All the spoons in my kitchen
Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend
Bend ya up, and bend ya back down
All the girls in my bedroom
They bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)
Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out
All the rules to this game, oh I
Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend
Bend it girl, bend it girl
Everytime I close my eyes I see a different dream
I pray to God that we don’t close until we reach our dreams
College tuition for daughters that I ain’t even father
Now I got a redbone at the altar call me Prince Akeem
Six digits for me to complete the offer
I used to call me Waldo, and now they call me Walter
Yeah, Im higher than them Urkel pants
Live without a purpose, man but that just cause my circumstances
And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy
Death come in threes and you’re looking like triplets boys
In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed
The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bag of seeds
I’m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me
But I just get they name and number like the maître d
‘cause all I wanna do was roll up hash and smash the ass of a bitch who live like Kim Kardashian
All the spoons in my kitchen
Bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend
Bend ya up, and bend ya back down
All the girls in my bedroom
They bend, they bend, they bend, they bend, they bend)
Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out
All the rules to this game, oh I
Bend, I bend, I bend, I bend
Bend it girl, bend it girl
She is the last straw, I’ve bend her then sip slow
My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low
Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights
Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights
Shake well, and all they do
I’m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew
Either I’m bending space out or I’m just bending space in
I put my heart on tracks, but it’s four AM and that chick’s still racing
One bed, two girls, three way, four times
My shame came off with their clothes, it’s paradise of the mind
Absolut vodka mixed with absolute freedom
I meet my darker side and it’s a pleasure just to meet him
I’m thinking about puffing and writing while fucking
Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow ain’t comin
And if tomorrow ain’t comin and that’s the name that she told me
But when you hit this level, every first name is phony
But here, the air tastes better
Weed is more potent and girls seem wetter
Days are a haze and drinks just stronger
Nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer
I’m only here for one night, it’s Disneyland for man
White girls, blue kush, red lights, American in Amster…damn |
Its like I dont think you fully understand who I am, ya know?
Im just a good kid from Compton that wanna rap
I dont represent no colors, I represent my lil sisters and brothers
Im the oldest, nigga
And if you cant respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Check it out
I used to wanna rap like JAY-Z
Until I finally realized that Jay wasnt me
I took my time to jot down every line thats a quotable
Critics say I dont be killing this shit but I know I do
Because I used to practice early morning and then after school
Im working on my hooks my nigga, I aint tryna battle you
But even if I did, I guarantee Id overshadow you
Like a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut
Imma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane
Now thats a comparison that you probably wouldnt understand
Because I can touch the people and still keep it ghetto
As an 87 Regal with the tree air freshener on the rearview mirror
I wear a heart on my shoulder
Member when we used to make the boost look like Motorola?
Your cousin fucked up your room every time he came over
Then went to jail when we got older
That shit is a bad odor, but still I remain focused
In due time, Ill be able to swipe my card and it wont say decline
That shits embarrassing huh
Hope no one pay you no mind
But its a bad bitch behind you while you standing in line
Can you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreams
And admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?
My momma believed in me, she let me use her van to go to the studio
Even though she know her tank is empty, thats who I do it fo
My pops got a different approach, yeah he believed
But he always questioned when Imma drop my debut CD
How long this gon take nigga? You still havent ate nigga
At twenty-two I had two cars and my own place nigga
Its a sacrifice I try to tell him
Thats when he turn to BET and tell me that he jealous
Of all these niggas getting money and their shit dont sound like shit
I aint tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard
Yep, yep, thats my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor thats poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs
Like a cattle with sheep
While yall sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say, Ima be heard
What up DZYNE? I aint forgot nigga
You developed me, telling me I was hot nigga
You believed in me first, thats whats for sure
At the church recording, at the garage, but it worked
But me and Dave kind of felt you lost the passion
A lot was going on in your life and you needed space
But still I should have came to you first to tell you what happened
But I was seventeen and figured its best I stay away
And I was wrong, I was young and couldnt look you in the eye for what Id done
But Im telling you we aint done
Matter of fact, hows your sons? What they up to?
Remember they used to run away while you had worked on ProTools?
People I used to be in the booth till four in the morning
With school in the morning, yawning, but I was on it
Me, you and Dave was on it
Buzzing like Charlotte Hornets when that tape dropped
Where them beats nigga? Its been five years since we had rocked
Time to be heard
Yep, yep, thats my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor thats poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs
Like a cattle with sheep
While yall sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say, Ima be heard
So can you feel it?
When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit?
Do it make you wanna say motherfuck a gimmick?
The truth can set you free if you Do the Right Thing
Word to Spike Lee, dont he look like Sounwave?
Thats kinda random, but my humor sometimes strays
Like a dog in the night
Twenty-four hours in a day but only take five minutes
To grab a pad and a pen, then send your dog a kite
I spread love like a Hippy, but Im a Black one
With Jesus Christ passion, I swear on the bible
Tabernacle to all my rivals, I aint mad
You hate a nigga for tryna help you, thats your bad
Because I figure I can make a way with these stanzas
I probably cant heal cancer, but I can heal the city
My niggas, tell me you with me
And if you is wont you pop my CD in
Open up your trunk, then let it bump, so I can be heard
Yeah, uh huh
Yep, yep, thats my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor thats poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs
Like a cattle with sheep
While yall sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say, Ima be heard
D-Dave, what up nigga?
Matt Jeezy, hahaha... |
Redemption life, we been lit
Face down, ass up, vicious
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Cant tell me that Im wrong
Cant tell me I aint on
Bottle straight to the head and Im going
Til I tap out tap out
Tap out tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it
Only when I slide to the back
Closed eyes in the back cause Im high in the back
Got a text where you at, ayy
Only big flex where Im at, ayy
Bouncin on the highway
Head on the highway, I only do it my way
I aint gon play with it, Ima work it out
Stand up while I lay in it, couple hundred thou
Dead mans in the safe with it, know what Im about
Sip some, blow an 8th with you, bring it to the house
Fuck you in a car in the back
Fuck you so good, call back
For real though
How many fucks I give? Zero
Eastside Johnny now, mama maxed out
And I put that on mom and them, let me tap you out
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Cant tell me that Im wrong
Cant tell me I aint on
Bottle straight to the head and Im going
Til I tap out tap out
Tap out tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it
Slide on the Gram lookin for a new biatch
Dont fall through, back up cause Ima be aight
Put it in my face, Ima lurk though
Ass like Bernice Burgos
Capricorn, Libra, Virgo
Slidin down your tongue like Merlot
Zodiac, girl whats your zodiac?
Thats your boyfriend? Well, I know he mad
How you feel?
I might be too raw for you, too real
I know your homegirl wanna pop pills
Ducked off in them Hollywood Hills
I be on bullshit, we be on bullshit
Pull up on me one time, know you aint doin shit
I be on the front line, whats happenin?
Ballin when its crunch time, I aint lackin
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Cant tell me that Im wrong
Cant tell me I aint on
Bottle straight to the head and Im going
Til I tap out tap out
Tap out tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play til the morning
And Ima give it to her like she want it |
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this!
Uh, I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan
Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune
Thank God for these rap recordings
I can ball like him on every verse and chorus
501s, Louis letterman jacket
Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes
You know that Compton ghetto shit
That every section 8 tenant is familiar with
Ooh wee, they say he something like the 70s
But Im from 87, with a thousand dimes
You got 80 sevens
Gourmet sneakers, hair nappy
Fucking all my high school teachers
That was 05 bro
And I dont like em if the ass thin
And I dont wife em if a nigga is her best friend
The fuck I look like?
A million bucks, and thats why
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this!
Bitch, I do this!
Bitch, I do this!
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
She looking at the car like she wanna fuck it
She looking at the wrist like she wanna fuck it
Hating on her girlfriend just so I can fuck it
She say she on birth control, no I dont trust it
Uh, So give me fifty feet champ
Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp
Im in the hot spot, I know they seats damp
And I dont need your cosign, thats a cheap stamp
You-you niggas check this cash and Im GT crashing
105 off-ramp, hey
And little nigga got it going on, G5
Going, going, going, gone
Cloud 9 mind state
I drop a record then I raise the crime rate
Killing this shit, wheres your funeral tie
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, fuck skip to Y
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this!
Bitch, I do this!
Bitch, I do this!
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
She looking at the car like she wanna fuck it
She looking at the wrist like she wanna fuck it
Hating on her girlfriend just so I can fuck it
She say she on birth control, no I dont trust it
First off Im a rider, bitch
Put them 26s on a Silverado, bitch
I keep my bitch with a finer bitch
Snap my fingers, shell go find a bitch
Tell them fuck boys that I do this
Got the best product round town, Frank Lucas
Confuse em like a Rubix cube when I roll up
Ok, Subway bread like some cold cuts
And I drop cold cuts, bitches go crazy
Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti
Fuck you, pay me. Paper over pussy, nigga
When I drop you aint getting paper nor pussy, nigga
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
The definition of cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this |
Gimme that 94 Puff shit, Ali
Im so appalled, Louis Vuitton draws
The shit, a booth for me is a bathroom stall
If youre not fond of me, youre comedy, Little Duval
I have a lot of flaws, Im human before all
I wake up in the morning smell some coffee, then tell your bitch to get off me
Mos Def, word to every autopsy
Man that boy bad, man that boy spaz
Til he crash like Sandra Bullock and Luda on the ave
He changed his name, he a conscious rapper
Naw muthafucka Im just Comptons rapper
I might spit some intricate shit for retards not to get
But really Im just as rude as Marshall Mathers
Is that a contradiction? He contradicting himself again?
Of course thats a contradiction, the fuck you think life is?
We not like like Christ is
We all want ices and devices to make the bitches say I like this
People dont understand why I went southpaw
I looked in the mirror and said I cant be like yall
I cant be like Game, I cant be like Eazy
To get in this rap game, I know it wont be easy
Cause my shit different
I know
He from Compton, where he from, have he killed before?
Truth is, I aint the most ruthless, but Im not cupid
Before she had two kids my momma worked two gigs
To get out Chicago
To move right back to another ghetto, on Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed, yall shouldve seen him
Off a gallon of cough syrup, but rifles had leaned him
Thats why these tough rappers man I dont believe em
Yall wanna be em, I wanna grab bats and beat em
So they can feel the pain of the blocks Im from
Where my heart turned numb
And the powder and the shells come up off that gun
Come up off your chain, or come up off your life and have a fatherless son
Its the syllabus for the ignorant militant mind
quivalent crimes for jail sentencin
No one preventin this war
You sure, you sure
Sure as the edges on every ocean, now lets explore
The Kendrick Lamar LP I been promotin for bout a month
Dont worry its comin soon, like a fast nut
I never be gassed up, some labels they passed up
Now the industry crashin, I guess they got bad luck
Your bad, you dont write neither? There goes another fad
Shit I write ether
I get it in like the Vanna on Wheel of Fortune forcin your forfeit
With the strength of the prime forces of four fork lifts
This is very extra necessary
This extra scary, this is Amityville
This the Exorcist on ecstasy pills
And if I cant do it my integrity will
Head dog wishes, every Compton bitch is
I mean this shit is
Fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous
They all got a fat ass but lower case titties
Now I gotta mix and match, jungle fever, white and black
Double D, Brittney, Becky get your mouth intact
Reg call em Jabberjaw, she gon hop skip and jog
Just to read my twitter blog
Man these hoes pitiful
And to you bloggers that say Im weak
You know how long I took to chop this fuckin beat?
Yall dont preciate shit
All yall do is hate shit
And if I dont say shit yall still say I aint shit
And thats ridiculous
I mean that shit is
Fucking ridiculous |
This is the future, this is the future
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
Never had enough, pass me the mask, ayy
Are you down for me? Girl, been on my last, ayy
See the sirens pulling up, pigs on my ass, ayy
Even when the money come, gone way too fast, ayy
Why my grandma couldnt live? Gone way too fast, ayy
Cousin murdered in the field, gone way too fast, ayy
Got a liver full of yac, weed in the back, ayy
Got Cîroc for the hoes, chill on the stash, ayy
Uh, pass me the gas
488, stunt man, blast from the past
Got my damn trunk in the front, Top in the back, ayy
Hell yeah, nigga drunk, buzz if they ask, ayy
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really... hold up
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Dont be worried, baby, this is what I does
Backstroke, looking for a quick flood
And you be lying when you say you want our love
Two cups in, and you already lookin for love
You a cutie and lookin purty and perfect
What you drinkin? Feel amazing
Imagine, we get to thinking
Ill explore you and tour you and keep it cordial
She prestigious, the cleanest, I could be dreaming
Fuck my ex is a no-no
Did the love thing and it cost me, she crossed me
Let me work it, you feel your virgin in circles
The groovy Capo, I keep it nasty, attractive
Hit it backwards, do it faster and faster
This a classic
I done mastered the climax, you feel the pressure
Hit it over and over, we doing extra
I can stretch you and fold up
We get to mobbing, bottle popping
Im stress-free, you gave me options
Life is best in the backseat, ayy
Sunshine give me light
Words aint soundin bright
Girl, come and spend a night, ayy
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
Just a lil buzz, just a lil buzz
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk
I aint really drunk, I aint really drunk |
I thought there was redemption in the four ethers
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, free—
You know Im borderline more than rich, had to tame the orphanage
Navigated two bitches, textin them the coordinates
Two phones literally, house party loiterin
Deals so dummy had to let several lawyers in
One day, Ill tell you how my life was unfortunate
For now, Ill tell you how fast these Porsches get
Story of the young and reckless, bout to eat my bitch for breakfast
Pink pussy been a prеference, nеver fold under pressure
Cheap shots, let it rock, eye open, Fetty Wap
Rain like confetti drop, I bet he drop
I dont hate the trendy things, just dont like to feed the trends
Mama gave me all my sins, love me when the story ends
Flowers on my uncles tomb, thousands to my aunties too
Im used to takin backstreets, last week was nothing new
Bitches is my scapegoat, who I made this tape for?
I tell the story two years later, for now, the case closed
Ive heard so much about it
You talk about it all the time
I wanna go there, inside your mind
Melodic Blue |
Reporting live, Compton California
The good kid
Im tired of doing it the same way
Gotta Flip it before I ruin it
Make it all make sense
Before you put your 2 in it
Opinions get thrown out the window
With Ron Browz so turn me up loud
So the world can hear
And when your favorite rapper
Be rapping you should cover your ears
And go deaf, go deaf I said
Go death and stay dead
A shot to the foreheadll kill em
But I aint here for no ignorance
I’m militant, as Martin Luther King
In the penitent, aiming for my dreams
Till a bullet bounce off
One of my deep thoughts
And hit a nigga in the spleen
I got it in my genes
You probably think Im talking bout a pistol
But Im talking bout the blood of a warrior
My nigga what you worry for?
I aint trying to jock your swag
Im trying to better my craft and stay relevant
Yeah, as time flies
Hope that Im soaring
Far from the boring
Ima
Tell you why
Its important
Im not the boring,
If I think and act like you do
The world would die
From not seeing something new
And if I dont speak on how I feel
The world would lose out on
Whats really real
And if I should die before I wake
I pray my music will take my place
The World
The Relevant
Id rather you call me that
Then a typical artist you call wack
On a Youtube blog holding ARs and stacks
Of ones but never could be the one
To rally communities or
Lead a crowd of blacks
Passion is to strong
Im pissed off
So theres a chance you get pissed on
R Kelly was in the wrong
But that dont make you an exempt
That dont make you a no go from hittin the fence
You aint a blood and
Damn sure you aint a crip
The crowd yell OH!
But I aint a pimp
Im me, Im free as a 5 finger discount
See you on the flipside
Right after I dismount, if I
Ever feel like I aint pushin myself
Ill find a cliff then push myself
Off the edge like a barber
At the tip of your head
Thats how I settle it
Life or death if I aint relevant
Yeah, as time flies
Hope that Im soaring
Far from the boring
Ima
Tell you why
Its important
Im not the boring,
If I think and act like you do
The world would die
From not seeing something new
And if I dont speak on how I feel
The world would lose out on
Whats really real
And if I should die before I wake
I pray my music will take my place
The World
The Relevant
So feel free to not mind me
If your used to boosters
Drug dealers and shooters its on wax
Cause most of yall niggas fabricate facts anyway
I could have easily cheat and let the 44 play
Like a 2 on 2 orgy
But I been there and it bores me
Got to the point where it did nothing for me
At 40 I want to afford not to record bullshit
In my story, and Im mad young so Id rather do it now
Before my careers done, this is pain plus glory
Victory is here, if I cried
You could see strength and pride in my tears
I do it for the kids, I do it for the 23
Hour lockdowns doin time in the pen
And my pen is the only thing I got for
Hip hop to change the game
Theyll remember my name as the relevant
Yeah, as time flies
Hope that Im soaring
Far from the boring
Ima
Tell you why
Its important
Im not the boring,
If I think and act like you do
The world would die
From not seeing something new
And if I dont speak on how I feel
The world would lose out on
Whats really real
And if I should die before I wake
I pray my music will take my place
The World
The Relevant |
Owwww, Dave, I see you, now see me
Look, I say Im a millionaire
Im a Top Dawg millia- no let me just come in unorthodox
I order plenty ammunition for the enemies that I got
Im the King, Im just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band, Im annoying to rappers
Guess Im poison to rappers, front on me, get bent backwards
Stomping on em like a Kappa
Cap and gown, graduated with my Masters
So where do I go now
Swear there is no-nothing after
Im the bishop, Im the pastor, Im the god MC
And you dont want to get caught in the rapture
I would probably burn your whole colony
Chew you up then spit you out
You nothing but a Polla Seed
Follow hood policies
Compton, California where the motherfuckin riders be
You never seen a killer til you seen one on side of me
That green on the side of me
Fuckin all about my fuckin money like a sodomy
Fuck them bitches properly
I do it
I do it, done it, run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, Im always hungry
Been hungry, I think a nigga need three stomachs
Bummy, NEVER
Middle of a conversation, I cough up a feather
And get ready for the detonation
I bomb on whoever
Whatever you bout, Im bout it twice like a woman who give twins life
I steered right through your fan base every time
Tapping your demographic like I was Gregory Hines
Every line be tailor made, hella paid, count that money, several ways
Im a beast, fuck a mansion, I rather live in a cave
Sasquatch is back, but what yall really didn’t know is sasquatch can rap
Motherfucker, Im iller
Ok, I squeeze the juice out a rapper and just squash this track
The people like What the fuck happened and where Wayne be at?
Theres some boy named K Dot and hes a maniac!
I think his vocals is strapped, with a toolie, in fact
He spit like a Uzi, rat-tat-tat
He just shot me in my back, somebody pick up my back
I think that boy from Iraq, I think yall boys better know that
He got it on lock like a Low Jack
Heading straight for the top like a ball cap
Yall better fall back, yall better crawl back where yall came from
Aint one better than the one who can write like Langston Hughes from the brain off top
Like a bottle dude, get a hollow, where you swallow food
Get a model, bet she swallow, who? Me
Bet she goggle like a scuba diver eyes in the sea
Recognize who I be, K. Dot motherfucker
Dot motherfucker, hot motherfucker, drop top when ya popped with the Glock
On sight motherfucker, sight motherfucker, ride motherfucker, die motherfucker
When I go pop, pop
Open up, close shop like a retail spot
Everybody know I be where the money lie, eat where the money lie, shit where the money lie, sleep where the money lie
Bitch thats no lie, let the truth be told
K Dizzle, the Big Sizzle, turn beats to stoves, burn up
Rappers: Im iller
Dig it, like it, love it a lot |
Are you mad at me? Are you irritated?
Til I let you duck me, then you celebrated
Whyre you showin off because you with your friends, dawg?
Dont be showin out when you with your friends, dawg
Dont be showin out when you with your mans, dawg
Please dont let me catch him on my ends, dawg
Its a thousand ways to misunderstand, dawg
Its a thousand ways that we can make amends, dawg
And you know he only love you when your pants off
I showed you light, I showed you grown man talk
Age differences between us, on our last, dawg
Im comin home, why you always on the edge, dawg?
Arе you mad at me? Are you irritated?
I lеt you duck me, then you celebrated
Whyre you showin off because you with your friends, dawg?
Dont be showin out when you with your friends, dawg
Makes no sense, dawg, dawg, dawg
These niggas tryna ride the wave, ride the wave
Makes no sense, dawg, dawg, dawg
These bitches tryna ride my face, ride my face
Sorry mama, you aint need to know this
Sorry mama, but I couldnt focus
You aint gon have my back against the ropes
You poppin pussy like that bitch, go then
Im walkin down the aisle doin my Dougie
If Im walkin down the aisle, I hope you love me
I like it skinny and I like it chubby
As long as we involved, it wont bug me
Ho, its your birthday, your birthday
Its your birthday, we gotta take a picture
Its your birthday from now to December
Its a birthday, how could I not remember?
We fuck, so I cleaned up your roster
Got rid of the hypebeast imposters
Taught hoes how to talk to you proper
Cause I get good results like a doctor
Are you mad at me? Are you irritated?
I let you duck me, then you celebrated
Whyre you showin off because you with your friends, dawg?
Dont be showin out when you with your friends, dawg
Makes no sense, dawg, dawg, dawg
These niggas tryna ride the wave, ride the wave, yeah
Makes no sense, dawg, dawg, dawg
These bitches tryna ride my face, ride my face |
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
Pants still sagging to the floor
Sagging through your turf like I own this fucking earth
Thats on my fucking life, Im just living fucking life
This aint House Party 5 but whats popping for tonight
I got a lil more dough to spend
Lets rest in peace up on the LB like Nate did
Yall aint smoking yall joking
Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and Im toking
Bum house on Skid Row aint this potent
Holy shit, Im God-Scent, admire my stench
Cállate la boca in the presence of the most high
Most high , Most high
Yea you heard me right
True achiever, new Adidas still tryna earn my stripes
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
Its easy to assume we doing decent, true indeed
Im not from here, Im of Heaven descent
And youd agree, as sure as one and two is three
Youd have this music down to a tee if you was me
Its 36 Os in a key
Its only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors
Dont forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash
And I aint doing no more shows unless Im getting cash
Phillies full of hash, city on my back, nigga
Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map, nigga
Carson, Californication, no travel agent
But every days a vacation and mothafuckas hate it
I flew in, but I aint complaning
And everyday Im raining, got the most precipitation
Soulo, Top Dawg Administration
Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, wear your apron
Stop, watch, grab a stop watch, apply patience
And watch us pop across the population
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit
Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum, suck a dick
Down for what Im up against, clowning when you see me styling
Joking, smiling, scoped your poker face through these black shades
in the middle of the barn
At least I think so I cant quite remember where we are
All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars
I dont know if Im on the red carpet or on Mars
Shout out to my bitches, givin it up on the first date
Between 21 & 38...
Great
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
For all my niggas doing drugs
Fucking hoes and showing love
Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans
Can shove it up, where they take a shit, we in this bitch
In a sense, Im militant with a trigger finger itch
Cause Im always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent
It should be illegal, I admit, surrender quick
I wanna see hands and white flags no matter if you teach
Eighth grade or you move weight like a gastric bypass
Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches
Get well acquainted with it, we gon be here for a minute
HiiiPower, pissing on the Declaration of Independence
And you can bet my John Hancock the biggest
Fuck a proposition, less its in my best, interest
Kissing ratchets in the mouth, lift her dress and show address
Dont be so upset, show some love when you see a thug
Getting pitta bread, I put the nina to your head
You heard what I said
Soul |
If you had a second chance in life, what would you do?
Would you put the pills down? Throw out the lean too?
Treat your baby mama right and make way for your kids?
Peace with your enemies, keep the water under the bridge?
I think about if my motorcycle crash was fatal
Broken bones, internal bleedin, stretched on the table
Goin through surgery, two machines helping me breathe
Sorry mama, I wanna stay but I gotta leave
I see my funeral packed, I see some lyin
Some cryin and some givin dap
I see false claimers, strangers and foes with they head in they laps
I see mo division
I see some of them showin up just to post a picture
Like they was my nigga, Instagrams a dead mans best friend
Everybody lookin for likes but wasnt likin you when
You needed somethin to hold on dealin with life stress
Glad them angels came in surgery, said Im not done yet!
I know saints, I know sinners, I know bosses
I know pain, I know wins, I know losses
My loyalty is sensitive so please dont cross me
My loyalty is sensitive so please dont cross me
I came to redeem myself
All I need is Gods help
Its a millions of miracles
Show me the real you, the real truth
If I had a second chance in life, this what Id do
I buy you flowers talk to you for hours, give you truth
I listen to you when youre hurt
I shoulda went to church with you
But my credentials didnt work, I still shouldve worked with you
I shouldve left them lil hoes alone and came home
But I blamed the moments on you, though I was in the wrong
You checked my phone and I checked you bout it
We never talked it over, instead we just sexted bout it
I said, Im comin over, you turned up and flexed about it
I hit yo mama phone
She said, Yall get it together, she dont know what we on
My response was whatever, Im ego trippin however
I hate to see you gone, she gave me that dial tone
I shouldve gave you more trust, more love, no lies, more us
Cause when my motorcycle crashed and everyone left
You was that angel at surgery sayin I aint done yet, real shit
I know saints, I know sinners, I know bosses
I know pain, I know wins, I know losses
My loyalty is sensitive so please dont cross me
My loyalty is sensitive so please dont cross me
I came to redeem myself
All I need is Gods help
Its a millions of miracles
Show me the real you, the real truth |
1. Sherane a.k.a. Master Splinters Daughter
2. Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe
3. Backseat Freestyle
4. The Art of Peer Pressure
5. Money Trees
6. Poetic Justice
7. good kid
8. m.A.A.d. City
9. Swimming Pools
10. Sing About Me, Im Dying of Thirst
11. Real
12. Compton
1. Compton
2. Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe
3. Backseat Freestyle
4. The Art of Peer Pressure
5. Money Trees
6. Poetic Justice
7. Sherane a.k.a. Master Splinters Daughter
8. good kid
9. m.A.A.d city
10. Swimming Pools
11. Sing About Me, Im Dying of Thirst
12. Real
1. Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe
2. Backseat Freestyle
3. The Art of Peer Pressure
4. Money Trees
5. Sherane a.k.a. Master Splinters Daughter
6. Poetic Justice
7. good kid
8. m.A.A.d city
9. Swimming Pools
10. Sing About Me, Im Dying of Thirst
11. Real
12. Compton |
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, Im downin’ this
DUSSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo 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
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., 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
Sit down
Be humble
Sit down
Who dat 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
Sit down
Be humble
Sit down |
Im heavy hearted, heavy handed, misunderstanded
Turn a permanent repercussion, I empty the cannon
Im addicted to ganja, roll it up in the wood
Drink a gallon of Henny, throw it up for the hood
Ima ride for my people, give my people a voice
Never followed a leader, use my weapon of choice
This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage
Conversation with God, spilling my soul out
I own assault weapons that fold out like Megatron
The iron long, drop bottom bombs on Babylon
So tag along like a dog with a vagabond
Smoke till the cess is gone
Niggas on their grind, put my motherfucking records on
So they can relate to the hate and the pain
To the struggle and strain
Never take it in vain, breathing one and the same
Pressure push your forehead out the back of your brain
So west
Bout to bring the coast back, bout to bring the coast back
Told them make it nasty like some motherfucking cognac
Pull up on your niggas like Jordan at the three line
Still in the hood, hanging like beehives
Your money like knee-high, my money like ye-high
I whip the Porsche like its a horse, maybe say yee-ha
We striped like Adidas, and be bang like speakers
Bout to cop a couple of houses and have more spots than cheetas
You sell with the coke, I sell with the flow
You off-brand rappers wouldnt sell/sail with a boat
You be tweeting a lot, you be talking too much
But when daytime pass, you still wouldnt bust
We can pinky-promise, but I still wouldnt trust
They talk down on me, but I still look up
Just was talking to Nip, he say he still fucked up
Its the westside, niggas get chipped like woodchuck
What I represent, the whole coast line
All on my back, fool, Ima hold mine
I do it everyday, I do this every time
I got my motherfucking nine every, every time
I told you why I came, see this is all about
The way we push the east coast all the way to the south
You see us in the north, hey man, we going off
Seventeen shots, hit em, look, throw the Molotov
Blowing up the building, I raise, everybody feel it
Everywhere a rage, you can feel me coming through
Everyday dropping down, throw everything I got
When I fly high as the sky
Walking on the clouds, say it loud
Im so hood, nigga, too bad to be good
Looking at em like I wish they would
I burn em all every time, any place and they know they could
Step to the side any place, stepping up in Inglewood
I got the homies, on lock
They dont make em like me no more
Matter of fact, they never have, never will
Theyll never be another E 4-0
I told you once before
I aint rapping too fast, yall just listening too slow
You may not see me on the TV channel
But in the hood Im still hot like the left-sink handle
Mobster like Marlon Brando or should I say Tony Soprano?
I hit you with the heel of my .40 caliber handle
Platinum and gold plaques
I was doing the damn thing while yall was drinking Similac
Macking on mine, thats what I told your batch
She think Im a .jpeg, she wanna get attached
Turn up like the vegetable
Speaking of vegetables, right now Im on this medical
I got this heinous style Im feeling mane, Im throwed
Im a boss, put the president on hold
I got big plans to make, big dough to get
I got big tracks to rhyme on, this supposed to hit
Got big bottles to buy, big bushes to saw
Now how the hell yall hate me and Im just like yall?
I need a watch thats shiny
To make the spine be the same color as the piping on the seats behind me
Diamonds in the ring, and the watch is apparent
I aint gotta prove Im fly; parrot
I’m Phillip Drummond producing the Mrs. Garret
If the shoe fits, ten and a half, I can wear it
I spit it like I meant it, you resent it? Splendid
I spit the four bars before this verse had ended
Whatever the trend is, I pen, this is not freestyle
I’d like to see my pistol like Lennon did
A big kid, and an even bigger adult
Im slow flowed, I should be pushing Renault
And Im solo, yo
If I said Id be doing this at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be just the innocent Kendrick youve seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat
Im mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in a 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 being a lawyer, a doctor
Instead of a boy with a chopper that hold the culdesac hostage
And do em all if they gossip
Children on the corn, stay vandalizing the option
Of living a lie, driving their bodies with toxics
Constantly drinking and drive
Hit the powder then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
Listen coward the concept is aim it, then bang it, then slide
Out the bitch the deposit
The prize on his head that tithes probablyll go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the critics
And Snoop passed us the torch, Ima burn you rappers with it
Whats up?
Yeah, its back on me
I guess Ill take the microphone casually
And do my thug-izzle straight from the dome
And let you niggas know thats watching at home
BET, easily, let me show you how it go
S-N double O, break down a smooth flow
Breaking like dominoes
Lay it on the table for you
Let you a little game for your mind
Get a lawyer, this is too much for you
You couldnt understand
Let me drop another plan holding my left hand
Moving my right hand, dropping the next game
Quik doing his damn thing, Im spitting mo flame
Preme there on the turntables cutting up shit like
Snoopy D-O double G, making you get right
Never, ever hit like, we do this like
West coast motherfucker, bust in your face like
What? |
See yall dont understand me
My plan B is to win ya hearts before I win a Grammy
Kendrick Lamar, words like a sword in the hands of a Spartan
Marching on Rosecrans in Compton
You cant cause conflict or corrupt my spirit
Im on point like period
Ive been there and gone before you get near it
Ooh wee, that boy remind me of a young Martin Luther
The way he piece up troopers, then round up shooters
Like Malcolm X did, I stand for what I believe in
Family, God and honor
From Chicago, my daddy and my momma
Came to Compton to accomplish one thing
Raise a king, reign supreme, named Kendrick
I aint lying, it stand for king and I am one
My unborn son and grandson will live royal
From the coochie to the soil
The meek shall inherit the Earth
Well Ive had this world since birth
Feel the good kids hunger
The Crips made strong, the Pirus made stronger
Muscle in my heart
Stare at the eyes of Mozart, then tell him Im the genius
Do my dougie and grab my penis
Cause I means this with all my soul
And you cant control greatness less you hating with the heart of Satan
But even that cant stop it
Nigga, get out my wallet and put passion in your logic
Passion in your life, the passion of my Christ is in me
And if you say it aint, you may offend me
Damn that boy good
Bright as Thomas Edison, but Gucci man hood
He stood alone for so long
Prolonged his whole career, but now hes here
You can shoot shots or cheer cause I... am |
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America, God bless you if its good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
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?
Been a messed up day for me
Know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.
He was lookin for some closure
I can bring him closer
Spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
I cant sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody killed 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
Ill wait in front a homies spot and watch him hit his block
Ill catch the homie leavin service if thats all I got
Ill chip a homie, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, Man, I did that!
Aint no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I cant even keep the peace, dont you play 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 mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, man, I promise
You chip the homie, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, Im bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—
{Gunshot}
The screen reads: This is a satire by Kendrick Lamar
Its not a place
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
Its not a place
This country is to me a thought that offers grace
For every welcome that is sought
Run your life, I live a better life, Im rollin several dice
Run your life, I live a better life, Im rollin several dice
Run your life, I live a--
Run your life
This is my heritage, all Im inheritin
Money and power, the mecca of marriages
--
Tell me somethin
Uh, you 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 floor
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 camera
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
Wont you tell em I got millions on the way
{Gunshot}
Hi, Im Dave Chappelle. And I just wanted to remind the audience that the only thing more frightening than watching a black man be honest in America is being an honest black man in America. Sorry for the interruption, please continue...
Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
Him, 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 Fifty, yeah
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 some lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
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
Absent, never OG, standout
Lackin everything else but doubt
Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Homie, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, Nope, I was like, Boo yaow, boo yaow
{Gunshot}
Is this on cable? CBS? It looks like its singing and dancing, but this brothers taking enormous chances. Rumble, young man, rumble!
Never had friends, never had ends
Never had hope, they was like nope
I was like boo yaow
{Gunshot}
We off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Me off, I be, Off ya head
Ate, on C4, Im way off the edge
Burn integrity, burn your pedigree, burn your feelings
Burn your culture, burn your moral, burn your family
Burn your job, burn your land, burn your children, burn 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 |
For the record, I used to do a lot of humping when I was little
I got a lot of whoopings over that shit too, and thats random, but so what? Ha-ha-ha
Gimme that beat fool, this a full time jack
No really this a Sounwave track
So really I aint gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it
When you press record button let the paralyzed feel it
I came back with a full time swag
And the critics thought they had me
Nah, I just bought more batteries
Turned up supercharged, a medium away from living large
Matter fact where my niggas at?
Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?
Enemies bleed on the maxi pad, pussy you fucked with the wrong one
Im on one, Ill make sure your kids breathe pneumonia
Good kid, mad city evil in my heart
From the blood niggas fucking with me, crip niggas tryna kill me
Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate
Its a legitimate reason why
I put on repeat Kanyes Touch the Sky
But Ill be looking past that Im tryna touch God
My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend
Yall married to the game well Im bout to crash weddings
I put a lot of pain in the shit I write
If you going through something, this the shit you recite
This is bigger than life, this is Kendrick Lamar
This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour, bonjour, I mean war like that!
Yeah, straight like that
People dont be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me!
Youll never know when Im gone
In 2010, Im tryna ball, nigga!
Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!
Thats a quote from Ab-Soul
I suppose since you laugh thats the ultimate goal
On behalf of the Top Dawg conglomerate, shall stay anonymous
Searching seven continents accomplishing big shit
Big ass, big tits she on me
And just to get to me shell fuck the homies... homies homies
The life of a cool nigga, my nigga Tony said
Just do you, nigga! Show and prove, nigga
And they gon play you for a fool thats for sure
til they know you got the stinkiest stool, nigga!
I aint tripping Im just tipping on fo-fos
Back in the city and tipping on four hoes
That boy got a cold cold, hes sick con, slick on
Dropin red jewels like a school bar mitzvah, ooh
Straight like that
People dont be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me!
Youll never know when Im gone
Why yall complain about OGs?
I dont look at a legend and say you owe me
Not Snoop, not Dre, not Ice Cube
I dont care me and Quik went to the same school
I look in the mirror and do it myself
Like a self made nigga, I dont need a maid, nigga
Do I need a co-sign from Dre or Jigga?
They can make me much bigger
But do I need em though?, I just need a flow
The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost
Me Against The World on you mothafuckas
I got my back against the wall and a .45, dog get smoked, Chris Tucker
Uhh, tryna record my steelo
Even when Im not there just like TiVo
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And weed move slow right now but E go
You know what Im talking bout? I look at your Audemars
To put yall in time out, its time to unveil the real
And your career is about as frail as Ms. Winehouse
Just salute, grab a flute, and pull the wine out, ooh
Just like that
People dont be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me!
Youll never know when Im gone |
Heard a conversation with my father talking to his favorite partner
At the domino table, Tony had told him that he saw a
Young nigga hopping out busting like four charters
Popping pills, mix a gallon of sherm and some holy water
Mix a gallon of sherm and some holy water
Sell it to a priest he probably can get it off by tomorrow
Its wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against any fantasy you can fathom
Phantoms aint the only thing that suicidal
Open the doorway to his soul
Hit the hallway then hit the closet you see a rifle
Aim it at your arteries, pardon me, parts of me is pyscho
In retrospect my respect was a power ranger high note
Tumbling backwards into a karate kicking high note
My innocence would eventually see a hindrance
Surrenduring Ninja Turtles, pizza and Sega Genesis
Heard it over my bunk bed ear hustling
Something my papa said that caught my attention
His eyes red hes smoking on marijuana mixing the two eleven
He said Im seven going on sixty-seven
The day I turned seventeen is the day that a lesson inside my lifetime
Come across a clothes line, every stick is a co-sign
Everything in the streets got the power to make me go blind
Even if he sat me down in the sun and gave me those eyes
Comprehend it well and I could smell the soberness evaporating by itself
He said, Tony my biggest fear is to hear Kendrick disappeared in the fire out here and I didnt help
So if I can give him the game to hydroplane his decisions in life so he can go
Further than the streets and remain to be on the honor roll
Sacrifice my life even if that shit, my mama though
Til the day he carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Dont get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like a pyramid, force to be reckoned with
With the best shit
Like the strongest manure, Im ready when you are
This is it
Im in the lab cooking up all day, eff em up all day
Like a nympho, I been dope since s curl waves
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well theres chemicals there
Im in the hood with the 17 year olds thats on hood patrol
And they want stripes so they shoot off bikes and you know
Any moment you can lose your life so kiss your kids or hug your wife or whatnot yo
I spawned with a dragon
He tried to throw his flame but I ducked and I stabbed him
Came out the battle laughing
Thats a metaphor for any rapper who want it
I smack em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if Im there
And the hoes is cumming once we hit that hotel
Thats no assumption, cool out before I move out
Hop on the 105 and do about 105 before your ass get threw out
The back seat
Theres a dead guy on the freeway, oh its not Dot
Tell the medics its okay, a beast when the beat break
You probably think Im dope like the its the realest shit I wrote
But to me its a throw away
I stare at them four walls and rap like Im mad at God
Nice enough, I throw a spear at Nas, a jab at Jay
Matter fact, no, I take that back
See I dont play with real legends of rap like you do
And Im crucial, concealed by real Crips and Soowoos
And they shoot, they photography students when beef get to brewing Compton! |
You dont know what pain is, you just fuck with famous
I dont know you, I can tell your energy is dangerous
You dont know how long it took to finally come alive
So bitch dont kill my vibe
Yeah, I can feel the changes, and I can tell you hating
Save your breath Im sick to death of fake congratulations
You dont know how much I had to give to come alive
So what, So what?, So 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
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 to me is painless
You dont know what pain is
How can I paint this picture when the color blind is hanging with you
Fell on my face and awoke with a scar
Another mistake living 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 this?
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 trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love
Youre trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does
And Im looking right past you
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you living 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
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 something you can blame
On yourselves you can remain stuck in a box
Im a break out and then hide every lock
Im a 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 a 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! |
Yeah, Kendrick Lamar
This for the town, nigga
Me, Im from the Hub City, yeah, that Compton court building
Caught a murder when his homie died, judge caught feelings
Im on Rosecrans, chilling right inside Best Outlest
Five dollar Little Caesar, momma shopped at Food-4-Less
Elementary McNair, say whats up to Vanguard
Centennial High, had me swimming with a pool of sharks
Me, Im just a good kid, tryna keep it neutral
But Im well aware that a square can get shot too
Most Crip and some Piru, thats just how the game go
Hood on every corner, stop for gas and get your brains blown
Bitches with fat asses, burning in the stashes
Murders in July, call that summer time madness
Rest in peace 4 Bent, rest in peace Mausberg
Swear to God, when I make it big, your voicell be heard
Me, Im just a good kid, tryna keep it positive
Though I know its chaos, forever my heart will live in
Compton, concrete jungle
Where dreams are made of
Theres nothing you cant do
Now youre in Compton
These streets will make you or break you
Expire or inspire you
Lets hear it for Compton
Compton, Compton
Take you back to Y.E.T it was just divining me
Earl had got disciplined for not catching a fade that week
Shit had made him stronger though, yeah those were the good old days
Eating Tams burger while my Juvenile CD had played
21 outside maybe sideline pop
Yellow tape on sidewalk damn somebody got popped
Hoping that I live a lot, I dont want to die young
Please dont come shoot up my party, I just want to have fun
Sheriffs in my rear view, mother fuck the police
Pull me over just to plant an 8 ball on me
Fuck it though Im out here, Ive always been out here
Since the Compton swap meet, black and red LA gears
Pac was on Rosecrans nigga I was right there
Cali Love video he said whattup I said yeah
Free my nigga J-Dub and both of the J-Mans
Eazy paved the way, Lil Eazy bout to get it in for..
Im talking bout Westside Piru, N.H.P., Campanella, Carver Park
Front Hood, Nutty Blocc, Lantana, 151, Park Village
Cedar Block, Santana
Burgundy and Blue bandanas
Peace! Peace!
Fruit Town, Kelly Park, Southside, Elm Street
Poccet Hood, ATF, MOB, LPP, 135, VTP
Atlantic Drive, Limehood, NHC, PBC
Peace! Peace!
Tragniew, Compton Raymonds, Tree-Top, Mona Park, T Flats, 7 Os, 155
Compton Swamps, Holly hood, T Zones
All a nigga really want for us to keep
Peace! Peace!
But shit that a take some time and more time
But Im pushing to get us there in no time
Me, Im just a good kid hoping I can spread love
Word to the county building forever I do it for...
[My nigga Hootie told me to keep it Compton, keep it Compton yeah
E-S-T 1987, Dominguez Hospital that bitch was on Bullis Road] |
Ayo, Kendrick Lamar, do it again
Alright, here we go, third take
Rigamortus Remix, it feel good
Real quick Ali
Haha, yeah
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
Yessir Chuuch
I killed him Bitch
And this is rigamortis 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 9
And thats important when you morph into a 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 Imma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them 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 living in debt with me
That I more than especially, leave a call on his mother voicemail
To 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 barbeque, aint nothing else you can do
Yup-yup I killed him
Haha 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
fo sho 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 rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, wont you send us to bible study faster
Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy
I assassin my casualty and its casually done and tell em my salary come
A lump sum of hundreds dont talk to be bout no money
The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete
I dont run if you 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 done see
Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the permanent beast
And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, better dot your T
And I gon mention, how the far you see, putting my dick in the rap industry
Everybody bitchin, getting mad at me, recognize Kendrick in the battery
And Im charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the audacity
And 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 with madness, dont ask for your favorite rapper
Yup-yup I know
For sure Amen
Pull up and park in my Caddy
Thats when I fuck it up badly
Frankly, Im happy to tell niggas
Have manners front they daddy
I carry the Anthony Mackie
And put holes in you badly
Fuck sending you off in a hearse
Ill send you off in a taxi
Have you bloody leaky looking like you tampon or maxi
Retaliation talk Exactly
Nasty the classy the flashiest how Im on it
Dont ask me no kind of questions and mention
Ill leave your face in a pantry
And gladly lump up your shit and bumpin your face up like acne
Break your teeth, replace them with veneers bigger than Little Scrappy
Feeling like growing my dread again
Letting my shit get nappy
Throw me on a New York fitted
While reppin like Im a Yankee
If they wanna front then I hit em and I tap em
Eat a niggas food like its a scampi
When it come to bitch niggas, Im a little bit a racist
Governor Pataki
Papi, here to massacre aunti
Now pops was a little bit manly, fuck all that aiming
Imma hit him in the front, hit him in the back
So substanc-y
Then I gotta Bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-beat a nigga leave him in the alley
You dont really really know how you niggas always be making me aggie
Organs in your drawers now you wearing your pants saggy
Haggling niggas with scriptures Im spittin, you should be happy
Gradually when I hit you I split you and leave you sadly
In a situation lay you out flatter than chicken patties
Its the God, you hear me talking whenever you hear the raspy
And when it comes to murkin something you should never put it past me!
:
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
Yessir Chuuch
I killed him Amen |
Still in the projects
Still in the projects
If you fall-all-all-all
Theres no king of the projects
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 500 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 and I freaked it
I made 500 thousand and I freaked it
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yee-ee
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, motherfuck 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 500 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 |
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
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 problems
Me dont want tricks
Me do want dollars
Me want it big
Me dont want problems
Me dont want tricks
Me do want dollars
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
We dont want problems
We dont want tricks
We do want dollars
We do it big
We do it big
We do it big
We dont want problems
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
Crash Talk take 1
Whole lotta fucking gang shit
On the real, mane, check it out
Been popping, ah
Hood legend, ah
Chef, boiled it, ah
Weight, curled it, ah
Gang shit been hot
Gang shit, get caught
Gang shit, get dropped
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Long cash, dope sales
AKs, head wraps
Beat case, did that
Third Benz, still black
Copped birds, Nandos
Shoebox, bankrolls
Two friends, convo
All that, all that
Godspeed, cheat codes, uh
Brought the car, lost the keys, ayy
Ask your BM, she rolled the weed, uh
Low life, real life, uh
Park the whip and park cuz, uh
Lac truck backed up, uh
Kick the dust and laugh at it
Gold piece, the flash got it, uh
Lace the Chucks with miles on it, uh
Choose a pen, ignore opponent
You talked about it, you aint sold it
Shoot up Figg but I aint Kobe, uh
Talkin shit but you aint down to fool
Know no dudes that be on pace to lose
Meet my dawgs and what we bout to do
Meet my dawgs and we done brought the new
Checkmate, all bat, poof
Whip game, cocaine, uh
Fresh tips, swole lips, uh
Gang shit, gang shit, ayy
Been popping, ah
Hood legend, ah
Chef, boiled it, ah
Weight, curled it, ah
Gang shit been hot
Gang shit, get caught
Gang shit, get dropped
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Gang signs, red light
White shirt, red shirt
Thirty years, same turf
Nine spark, blackout |
Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover
Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind
Where you from? Take ya time, bust a nigga no response
Rest a hater, respirator... no response
Green light, go time, where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga
Re-up with a seven cuz thats all I can get, nigga
Small time hustler, me Im just a governor
Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular
Projects hold me down, A1 customers
A1 army guns, A1 predators
Pigs yellin man down, got the law scared of us
Nigga we aint scared of nothing, break it down, show me something
I dont wanna have to hit you with this fo mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo change
If you aint know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets aint no motherfucking joke
Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin
Get it off re-up flippin, gettin off his car flippin
Model bitch think Im trickin, oh no, no-go
W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo mo
What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doin me
Flyin spur doin 3, gutter lane, blowin tree
Homie what you smokin on? I can get it dirt cheap
I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow
I can show you how to whip it
Birdies given off a show, servin quail in the kitchen
Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked
Some deals go sour, real niggas locked up
Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me thats life
Murders keep me stressed at night
My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice
Story of a real nigga, this is how I feel, nigga
Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga!
I dont wanna have to hit you with this fo mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo change
If you aint know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets aint no motherfucking joke
My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me
Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me
Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
Know tomorrows never promised
Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish
Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lords forgiveness
Know Ive been through obstacles
Know I gotta shit on niggas, know I gotta do my thang
Knowin that Im knee deep, know the drama that it brings
Know I cant trust these hoes, know I cant chase these bitches
Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes
Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures
Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
Know I gotta stay silent, know I cant fall for nothing
Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me
Know I gotta keep it pushin, know you cant fuck with me
I dont wanna have to hit you with this fo mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo change
If you aint know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets aint no motherfucking joke |
Woah, yeah
First order of business, dawg, I gotta thank my mama
Second order of business, share the blessings, no more trauma
Third order of business, do good deeds and get good karma
First order of business, get this money to my shorty
Loyalty and gratitude, the only thing you swear me
Will you be the person thats gon love me in my forties?
First order of business, dawg, I gotta shake the toxic
All this back and forth, its weighing heavy on my conscience
When I met your sister, she said, This niggas obnoxious
Fuck the ones comin for me
Cant focus on thе petty, theyll come back and dеstroy me
Why she speakin anyway? She fuckin her employees
I aint even asked, but the room was way too noisy
Yeah
First order of business, dawg, I gotta thank my mama
Second order of business, share the blessings, no more trauma
Third order of business, do good deeds and get good karma
First order of business, get this money to my shorty
Loyalty and gratitude, the only thing you swear me
Will you be the person thats gon love me in my forties?
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth before I see my queen
Wow, who are you? Bitch, Im two-phone Baby Keem
I think youre selfish, I like soul food
Pussy taste like soul food, thats why youve been my go-to
And thats my whole thing , I do whole things
She go both ways , you had a ho phase
Pussy good, so I come through on my worst days
Like I should, tell me if Im understood
Yeah
First order of business, dawg, I gotta thank my mama
Second order of business, share the blessings, no more trauma
Third order of business, do good deeds and get good karma
First order of business, get this money to my shorty
Loyalty and gratitude, the only thing you swear me
Will you be the person thats gon love me in my forties? |
You love it when I fall on my face
Dont act so surprised when
Im in, oh, my rightful place
Aint it righteous? Amen
This time around, theres time to turn it around
This time around, theres still time to turn it around
This time around, theres always time to turn it around
This time around
Sky keep fallin down, fallin down
I keep fallin down, fallin down
I keep fallin down, fallin down
Sky keep fallin down |
I want to describe my discovery in the simplest terms possible
Because it will reveal to you why it is true
That’s whatever the mind can deceive and believe
The mind can achieve
Regardless of how many times you may have failed in the past
Or off day your aims and hopes may be
Go getter, with no cheddar
Just a white tee and a swap meet sweater
My life is likely to see great endeavors
But I cant win if I cant get it together
What I gotta do in order to see success?
Having the worlds best to call me the best?
Pull up at the Grammy awards as the best dressed
With an address linked to a beautiful actress?
A dollar and a dream, I feel J. Cole
Word to the hole in my pocket and the hoes
That dont wanna fuck with a broke nigga with ambition
But the last time I checked, yall was broke bitches
Make a name for myself then bubble like the ass of Buffy
When she wearing a tight belt
The homies on the block can say whatever they say
I dont wanna be a killer, I wanna be a Gates
In time, itll come
Just stay focused and humble, my son
Show and prove, prove youre the one
Its not about who is dopest
Who wants it the most
So just go out and get it
Go out and get it
Go out and get it
Go out and get it
What I gotta do in order to see success?
Having the worlds best to call me the best
Pull up at the Grammy awards as best dressed
With an address next to a beautiful actress
Do I gotta run in your spot and start blastin
Better yet, rob the nearest Nix Check Cashing
Ear hustle on a nigga thats constantly braggin
Catch him at the light, snatch him out his Jeep wagon
Or maybe I gotta hook up with Jose
Cop 5 bricks of the yay, head to the Bay
Area or carry the birds to VA
Let the Clipse distribute the work all day
Then come back home
Every three weeks flip three to six zones
Homies on the block can say whatever they want
I dont wanna be a dealer, I wanna be a Trump
Donald, that is
In time, itll come
Just stay focused and humble, my son
Show and prove, prove youre the one
Its not about who is dopest
Who wants it the most
So just go out and get it
(And when I do I do it again
Then I go back
When I do I do it again
Then I go back
Thug it out)
Go out and get it
(But for now Imma go head and doug it out
I gotta rhyme, rhyme)
Go out and get it
Go out and get it
So welcome to the story of my life
See Im tryna get to get right off the shit that I write
Make a fortune, buy some Porsches for my momma and my wife
Pops engine in this old school run tiiight!
But as you listening to K-D-O-T
Man, me and my girl split the bucket of KFC
She listening to Drake and all I can say is Damn
These niggas that much better than me, baby?
I dont think this is meant to be
Cause Im always losing self esteem
She paused the iPhone then said, Huh?
I repeated what I said then she replied, Shut up.
You know you the best boy, you gotta keep doing it
But dont forget when you do, just keep you in it
And never listen to what the industry say
Dont be a typical artist, be more like Jay
Russell, Barry Gordy, Quincy Jones, Bob Johnson, Sean Combs, L.A. Reid
Young black entrepreneurs did what it took to succeed, yeah
So I gotta see success, I gotta make it off them Rosecrans steps
Rising to the top like a soda shook up
Bout to pop, and Ill pop on whoevers in my way
Go out and get it
Go out and get it |
Stop, oh
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Lil bitch
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
Ayy, who the fuck said I aint him?
Got a new deposit, nigga, I aint them
They playing with the shit and I dont see no wins
Im tryna get the pussy, mami, one more gain, ayy
I fucked it up, I make enough, my rims, my truck
My roof is stuck, my house, my luck
My bitch, my yard, my cash enlarged, ayy
Left the bitch attitude at the old place
488, yeah, with the road rage
Nine on my lap, I aint never play it safe
I aint gotta rap to you niggas, been straight
You aint Q
Lying for the Gram, bitch, you aint cute
Hate this, hate that, that aint cool
Said I did you dirty, but that aint true, ayy
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Lil bitch
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You said I hit it raw, you lyin
You said I ate them drawers, you lyin
Reachin for the stars, you tryin
The homegirls wanna beat your ass and now you hiding
I fucked you once, once enough
I beat it up, then left you stuck
We not in touch, you mad as fuck
Ima try to stop thinking with my dickhead for once, ayy
You want some rapper dick for the clout
She wanna be seen when you take her out
You from LA but you made it to the South
Fresh off the flight cause you just got flewed out
Damn, find out your Instagram a lie
You fucked up my vibe
Cant fuck with you cause I got too much pride
Go Gucci Mane, get the fuck out my ride
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Stop tellin lies on me, that shit aint okay, hey, hey, hey
Lil bitch
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage
You aint got no, you aint got no, you aint got no leverage |
I was born on February 24th, 1970
The day I was delivered they said I would build a legacy
Picture me with influence that last generations
I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated
The first three letters of the alphabet my name
I made you laugh, I made you dance, I made you sing
I been around the world and back, you recorded my almanac
So dearly way before the fact me and pops was estranged
My father was a public figure, bigger than life
Lived as a winner, on stages alike
Rivers of people surely united, just to see our bond
Time carried on, that was a common thread
My perfect father had many flaws
Still they moved they legs and shook they heads in unison
He had more children, I was the oldest
We always played with each other fore they ruined em
He told me his personal secrets, childhood catching on beatings
Sexually touched and abused, never seen life in a school
The price of being iconic was demonic and screwed
I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news
Stress on the head of my spirit, I was lost and confused
I knew both sides of the story, but still, I couldnt choose
See, it was more than humiliation and bein sued
They crucified my affiliation for points to prove
And now my purpose for livin makes no difference to you
My total existence was for makin a smiling move
They said that Ill live forever
But the moment he died, more accusations arrived
I had to die too
I remember takin my first breath August 28th, 1963
The whole nation had saved the day, I made it on TV
My come out was a standing ova, the crowd in disbelief
How could a group of words be so great?
Designed to make you think
Races and faces embracin my conscience in letter form
How gracious was I speakin on changes once outside the norm?
The person responsible, my creator
He never conformed or used hatred to form mass retaliation
Watch him perform with conviction
Two hundred and fifty thousand souls left they homes to listen
I gather his thoughts in abundance made to complete the mission
His life became heroic, then tables turned
My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned
Other women, infidelity stricken, I cant say he was perfect
It made me nervous, they tear him down and forget me
I prayed that I survived in the midst of the controversy
How many livesll fall on deaf ears if Im not worthy?
I wont justify his personal problems, thats not my job
I was only born to make sure your children can play outside
And I imagine the other demons he hid before he died
If they came to surface this dream probably wont be alive
Because of you
I was born in paranoia, its poison for us
We cant create with joyous ambition, were out of luck
The critics formed a new coalition and huddled up
The non-creators are now elated and out of touch
Why cant you gladly appreciate the influence we give?
Stop starin at me disgusted, my substance made sure youd lived
You want the head of the messenger and the history from him
Which eventually takes away from the good you accustom
Think of a life without the likes of imagination thats prosperin
The bodies that you consider genius, you like to box em in
The great debaters and thinkers, they gave you a voice
Why cant you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I employ?
Because your better judgement will always look down on me
But if I recollect how we connect, youll account on me
I got a theory that most of yall wont allow to see
It goes like this, talent doesnt choose morality
See, if Daniel Hale was a killer, would you not want a heart?
If Carl Benz was a racist, would you stop driving cars?
I cant help we jump in these bodies and you called them a god
Just know the Earth is just a rock without the voices of art
Sincerely yours |
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit, that stab shit
Rock a flag and don’t give a fuck about U.S flag shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve
Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch
Thats my surroundings in Compton, have common sense
Smell death in the air, around here, thats a common scent
You know the gunpowder
You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder
Only at seventeen
You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
I try my best to stay focused and hope the city love me
Pray its not lust, cause if it is, I’d be death in a month
Lord forbid, for the good kid
They took his life
She want her baby back, like a cooked rib
But that’s just life, where I’m from
If there’s a shining star
Hope my city is not too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over, we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again
I’ve seen this young’un on the train, I had to pick his brain
He said he on his way uptown to get a brick of caine’
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks was lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy, I said listen man
I rather give you my last to see you live again
Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference
You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down
Petty thoughts could keep your brain down
I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now
And put it together
You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused
I love Mike, but it was a hassle trying to buy Jordans
My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall
So all the hustling for nothing man
I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him
Like fuck it man
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped
Shots, they back and forth
Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
No idols, bunch of unread bibles
Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples
Smokers get high as Eiffiels
Addicted to being fiends
Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread
Tiny this and if and that if they banging back
Because they
Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look
Rats get mouse trapped
Can’t afford tuition
But hit a lick I bet I earn crack, I heard that
Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
All the time with this Glock of mines
Swear to God man it ain’t a rhyme, I grind for a piece of mine
Co-sign
When you look at my brothers, whats your first impression?
Does the sight of us leave you guessing?
Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression
The look of no hope on my niggas faces
Like the Lord overlooked us when He handed down His graces
See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the Coke smell still lingers -
External blingers is all we can be
Cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And the gig is harder to get than Coke so niggas get their grind on
Because the TV tells us aim high Nigga, make all goals lateral
But that takes paper that we dont have so niggas put their souls up as collateral
Now, some niggas reclaim em, some blame em
Making excuses to sell em
But when a nigga goes from not doin, to doin
What can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga?
Shit I gots to be a nigga thats how I pay the bills and Imma do that whether I gotta sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills |
Bumping some Sade rolling my window down and hitting the highway
No its not Friday, but its my day and sometimes shit gotta go my way
Niggas got me fucked up thinking that my music dont stick like some nunchucks
Top Dawg and we All Stars like we run Chucks, but nevermind that
Take a trip to outer space show you where my mind at
You know where my grind at
Inside of the studio is where I spend my time at
Fuck over the game till I make that bitch climax
Miss me with that bullshit, haters die young you can run to the pulpit
Pullin off the pit stop, card like a flip flop
Bitches clap at me like they wanna make my piss hot
I dont even trip though I dont need no company
Me, Im thinking long-term tryin build a company
Kendrick the Good Kid
As I move, I feel way better doing me
I can only do me
I hope that, you do you
I think to myself truthfully, I can only feel me
Some people say that Im rude
But I dont give a damn
If she, if he, if them or they say Im uncool
Nothing will change now I feel me today
Nigga what I compose be so potent
That if the Earth dried I could spit back the ocean
Then hop on the jet ski and start Westcoastin
Im not boasting or bragging
Not a person, Im a dragon
Taking action in the heat of the night
So if the devil came, tell him that Ill be alright
Im so high off life that I can OD
Walk outside then sniff a whole key
Oh lady dont call the police
Its just the Average Joe walking with his heart on his appendix
Dont be afraid to speak
So to speak, you niggas not within arm-reach
Yall midget macks swingin on Shaq now have a seat
You can never co-exist with my mommas oldest
Kendrick be thy name I got my mind right
My nigga locked in the pen thats why my mind write
Ink over my brain, Whas up?!
As I move, I feel way better doing me
I can only do me
I hope that, you do you
I think to myself truthfully, I can only feel me
Some people say that Im rude
But I dont give a damn
If she, if he, if them or they say Im uncool
Nothing will change now I feel me today
So let me start off the third verse
Pickin off your favorites since Im cursed
Fuck the system, fuck the truth, fuck religion
Fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the prisons
Fuck George Bush, fuck rappers who love dissing
Fuck you because you dont see my vision
I fucked your new girlfriend too because shes cute
And the ass look like a grenade within the denim
Fuck the groupies, fuck the gossipin bitches
Fuck niggas who cant fight so pull triggers
Fuck the new world gas price that costs a living
Fuck your love, fuck your hate, fuck your snitching
And whether you fuck with me or not
I dont give a fuck you could keep your props
Fuck keeping it real, Imma keep it K-Dot
Kendrick everyday, JAY-Z didnt lie
Fucka!
As I move, I feel way better doing me
I can only do me
I hope that, you do you
I think to myself truthfully, I can only feel me
Some people say that Im rude
But I dont give a damn
If she, if he, if them or they say Im uncool
Nothing will change now I feel me today |
Cause I aint about to roll it if I aint rollin that fire
Yeah the sun is goin down but Im tryna take you higher
We both know this house could never be a home
But aint you sick of spendin all your nights alone?
If its lovin that you want, girl, I promise you desire
No conversation when I come around
Run my fingers through your baby hair
I wanna take you there
For sure, you know what its about
Well find our limit when you say were there
I wanna take you there
You toot it up, I tear it down
You bring it back, I wear it out
Hit it like whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Baby, youre the finest
Pussy taste like diamonds
Howd you get so timeless?
Wanna get behind it, behind it
Remind ya, I know how to find it
Hit it how you like it
Show you how we slide, how we slide, back in L.A., L.A.
Park circle, that way
Ready for the showdown, the Wild Wild West way
Ooh, you know youre flame
And I put that on my last name
Ima take my time in it, climb in it for the day
No conversation when I come around
Run my fingers through your baby hair
I wanna take you there
For sure, you know what its about
Well find our limit when you say were there
I wanna take you there
You toot it up, I tear it down
You bring it back, I wear it out
Hit it like whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Cause I aint about to roll it if I aint rollin that fire
Yeah the sun is goin down but Im tryna take you higher
We both know this house could never be a home
But aint you sick of spendin all your nights alone?
If its lovin that you want, girl, I promise you desire |
In due time Im the modern day Albert Einstein
Im prime time like Deion
And the rest of yall is peons
I pee on the best
Whoever you are you can step
Like a prosthetic leg
I see monsters in my head
Thats why I rap with such aggression
I tear down studio sessions
Rappers scared, they walk in the booth
With a bible and a reverend
I use my mouth as a weapon
Bullets rip through your mid section
Rat tat a tat tat tat rata tat tat tat
Im a Comptown, nigga get a casket
Go against me, thatll lead to my advantage
Because Ive got to eat
And for real Im feeling kind of famished
Hotter than the earth core, dont show me where no fan is
Show me where your fans is so they can see the real
Im sick and electrifying, thats double ill
Me feel like me will be a legend like Will was a legend
But Im not an actor, put that in my will
Gimme a second uncut coke lyrics what Im stressing
She want the raw so I fed her lines like Kevin
Tell em Im a werewolf, behold the 5 6 bigfoot
Lear jet overlook the country like Garth Brooks
Lyrics on point, plus I got the right hooks
Like Tommy Hearns, punchlines burn
Im not concerned about the SoundScan
Cause most of yall is drowning
A lifeguard thats lounging
Meaning I dont worry about none of you rappers
Im way more live
Thats evil backwards
Now with that great word play
I tend to let my words play
Like children on a Saturday
Its sad to say youre not up to par
And I dont play with mini golf and sharks
Jump inside the pool of sharks, were biting off your head, your heart, your legs, arms
Bled like Jay Rock or Big Wy
And make sure you wear a vest
Because they my family ties
Suit up
You got a three piece? I got a three piece
A MAC-11, a 9 mili, and a DE
He backpedaling like a DB
Im such a Martian
Call me ET
Always behind it like I own the TP
I shit, fart, pee pee
On anybody track
Walk in the booth and drink down a fifth of Ex-Lax
Wassup
Now phone home
My nigga Punchline is on, wipe em down
Your boy carry that flame I am a arsonist
I spit arsenic at you niggas cartilage
Ill wip, drive by, niggas carsick
20 on the charm
VVS studded flawless
Try and reach we specialize in garbage
Taking out the trash put you underneath the tar pits
How many times I gotta tell yall niggas the big fish in the small pond
I wail on niggas Im vicious
No, Im serious
Skip the birth canal and climb straight Cesarean
You niggas aint listening
Im not from round these parts
Im nonexistent
Hit you with brake light
Leave you missing |
Blessed are the bullies
For one day they will have to stand up to themselves
Blessed are the liars
For the truth can be awkward
Its not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
Look around, look around
Look around, its a sound
Look around, look around
Its a sound
Its not a place
This country is to me a thought
That offers grace
For every welcome that is sought
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
We came here looking for American soul
Its not a place
This is a dream the whole world owns
The pilgrims face
It had your heart to call her home
Hold on Brother John
Too many mothers weepin
Dream on Brother John
But in your dreams you cant be sleepin
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
We came here looking for American soul
American
American
Put your hands in the air
Hold up the sky
Could be too late, but we still gotta try
Theres a moment in our life where a soul can die
And the person in a country when you believe the lie
The lie
Theres a promise in the heart of every good dream
Its a call to action, not to fantasy
The end of a dream, the start of whats real
Let it be unity
Let it be community
For refugees like you and me
A country to receive us
Will you be our sanctuary
Refu-Jesus
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
American soul
American soul |
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
Now I prefer women with some sexy toes
With no corns but enjoys eating vegetables
Seem like everybody love the role of assholes
But Im feeling better being crowned with some bad hoes
Mr. Michael of Amish yo speaking
Fedora on the top, the black Abraham Lincoln
I hear they fell in love with my penis
Only concerned with my balls like Venus
Huh, they say Im rolling like a big shot
Kama Sutra missionary, fuck shit up on top
Say, Im big time, Flavor Flav on a wristwatch
And all these chickens want that rooster, call it Big Cock
Co-co-co-cock that, aim and shoot that sure shot
U-N-I, T.D.E. be doing it so go head and hop
On that bandwagon of my genitals, not new to me
I’m still serving, broads on my TIP for gratuities
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
Oh Lord, here he come, there they go again
Kendrick got my cover fire, bitch Im going in
Burn a swisher up, then I roll again
Ee-Jay and Weezy, just make sure that dough keep rolling in, hah!
Got the world going crazy
Big chrome .380 if a nigga try and play me
Niggas swag wavy, chauffeur got me car-pooling
So when it come to stunting, bitch I do it
Never been like you or wanted to be, I do me
She found out that Im in a group, now shes a groupie
Dont need a watch thats full of diamonds to know that its perfect timing
We be shining blue and brown and got that golden Gucci
Yeah, keep it simple stupid, all I see is trendy all around me
T.D.E. the movement, we Sore Losers out of Dallas County
Country accent, city fashion, lights are flashing on the cameras
Hoes are choosing, niggas hating, we ain’t tripping, keep our balance
The homies say Im the truest
The bitches think Im the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this
These hoes want to love me, man
So Im like, what up? Uh what up?
Uh, bitch I do this remix stupid, fire burning, people looting
Thats the chaos, comes from K. Dot swinging swords and hanging nooses
Chucking deuces, then drop one, dropping music and I won
Call me hot or call me Pac, every eye on me and its obviously
Im close as next to kingdom come, I just run my city dude
You just make your city run, they hate to be next to you
Tables turn, say you earn rights to be the God MC
Im bout to make that halo burn, now goddamn thats some irony
I am the messiah of society
Beside a Halle Berry, feed me berries in Paris, oui-oui
I carry on a great endeavor, ambition leave all men grief
Like beliefs of Mason Betha, reporting from C-P-T motherfucker
Bitch, I do this
Bitch, I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch, I do this |
Yeah, that’s me right there
That’s me right there
Nobody gotta tell me how to do it
I took it from this life, I can hold it down
I can’t even lie, I’m the truest
Put that on everything, on everything
What can I say? Anytime, anyplace I be on it
Not many know what it takes
How to handle this lady, I own it
Baby believe me this won’t ever stop
I can make this look easy, got this on lock
Yeah, that’s me right there
Yeah, that’s my man
Yeah, that’s me right there
Can’t nobody love that man
Like I love that man
That’s me right there
That’s me right there
I ain’t never goin’ nowhere
We ain’t ever goin no where
That right there
That’s me right there
Ah, what you want with it
I, recognize that you’re on with it
I put your name in a song with it
Emoji through the phone with it
I ménage, nothing wrong with it
And now we’re late, when we gon’ get it
We up early in the morn’ with it
Early in the morn’ with it
I Brace yourself, baby rate yourself
But I know its only ten
Better you save yourself
Aint no crying when that headboard start to bend
No lie, 4-5 for the game, we shoot uzis
Cinematic, might claim this on a movie
PG-13 don’t please me, P.S. no BS, I’m usually
Teasing myself or somethin’ like nananana
Once I get it I’m a selfish one like nananana
Jasmine only ride Aladdins like nananana
Then I’mma cuff that like one time
Only one time I’mma tell you, I’m
Baby believe me this won’t ever stop
I can make this look easy, got this on lock
Yeah, that’s me right there
Yeah, that’s my man
Yeah, that’s me right there
Can’t nobody love that man
I gotta love that man
That’s me right there
That’s me right there
I ain’t never goin’ nowhere
We ain’t ever goin no where
That right there
That’s me right there |
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day
Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
Im vicious, and my house is a red light district
And my couch is a porno star, out of town from Houston and Memphis
And I never gave a fuck and I never did fuck with yall so I kept my distance
Just me and my day-ones, and a thousand ones for these strippers
Ho I been on my own, get on the song then pee on the song
My bladder is gone, I shatter your dreams
Im Freddie it seems
My shadow is wearing expensive cologne
Pigtails and dookie braids, cabinet full of Kool-Aid
Im ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up
But Im gassing on all of you niggas man
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace, but his chopper piece a bad outcome
Stale face, how come?
Is it cause I do me? Or your main bitch wanna do me?
Face shots - we call it Call of Duty
K-Dot now bitch give me two feet
Made my bitch come give me two Gs
Raised by wolves and we do eat
Play by rules and you might live
And I try to do this shit for the kids
But yall got different prerogatives
And yall rot in hell
And I dwell where the fortune live
And thats vicious
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day
Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
Big mouth, settle me down
Tell YG this how you hold a choppa
I aint gonna lie I be feeling like Obama
Shootin shit wit Dave, mama knock
This is illusion by the Patron
Chopper cocked and Imma clap mine
Homies in the pen aint never coming home
Creamed out car from the Chevron
Me and my mama in the county line
It was food stamps, now its passport stamps
Bout to come back to the deuce line
Told you well blow like deuce nines
BSM - we cannibals
Eat your flesh, no antidote
Kendrick - thats family though
We on Rosecrans, its a party ho
This right heres that Martin-Malcolm
Only difference we still alive
By any means necessary, squad life we down to ride
Interstate, rival Pis
Seen them tears on my mamas eyes
Do whatever it takes to keep my daughter fly
Ill do whatever it takes to be immortalized
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day
Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
Im screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome |