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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 What it, bop What it, bop What it, bop 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