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Don’t wrap it up in gold Don’t hide it behind the sun Just give it to me as it is And let it stand Don’t fly it like a kite Between the clouds It needs no excuse Just bring it down Let eyes that are in pain look upon it In all its glory Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass For every voice that is lifted In reverence and pain Show us now And let love not be chained We should feel what we can stand And let us be alive So we know That we’ve done all we can Let hearts that are frozen get to see it In all its glory Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass And let all that is lost be forgotten And it will pass So let all that is lost be forgotten Let us move on Like the waters in the open sea When tribulations come all we can say is hopefully And yesterday you could probably say theres no hope for me But today Im overly dedicated, Im posed to be A testimony for broken hearts in the city You either crash landing or planning on flying with me Misery loves standing behind its company, well Vividly I can see that your feelings would like to dwell On our past encounters, reaching over the counter Told me that its a appealing to pop a pill, thats a downer I heard emotions burn deep I heard when you fall out of love the drop is steep I heard when you see a thug, thats what you try be Got these burdens under my wings, but Im still free Cause I can make the decision to let it all go away Before I ever run astray Ill look you in the eye and say Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass

Alright yall I want yall to put your hands together And to bring on the brothers that bound to lay more dips in your hips More glide in your stride Chi city in the building And Mr. Southside And if you dont think its next you got the wrong damn address Fuck your love, motherfuck your love Thats what Sir John say You can laugh all you want but hes right as hell Cupids aint around these days Ive heard many stories about how he made people all around the world fall in love Well I got a call just the other day Telling me where Cupid was Cupids too busy in the club At the bar Rolling up And if you see him, let him know Love is gone I know, Im sure Boys and girls Love aint dead Stupid Im the the new Cupid Throw your hands in the sky Cause loves still alive I said, Love aint dead Stupid Im the the new Cupid Throw your hands in the sky Cause loves still alive The responsibility lies on me Since Cupid aint around And when yall really feeling like youre falling in love When my music puts you right on down And everybody And I know Some people really think they in love But now without a love song Somethings gone way wrong Cupids too busy in the club At the bar Rolling up And if you see him, let him know Love is gone I know Im sure Boys and girls Love aint dead Stupid Im the the new Cupid Throw your hands in the sky Cause loves still alive I said, Love aint dead Stupid Im the the new Cupid Throw your hands in the sky Cause loves still alive Love aint dead As I play out the Commodores, my faith destroyed My heart dont work, Im unemployed The feeling is void, dont know what I need Some pussy, some paper, some counseling Maybe some Henny, some weed Im looking for you, Im checking for her Im parking lot pimpin, Im honking at women, Im all on the curb Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, dont walk away, walk away Im fishing for compliments This is a fairy tale, I know you very well Fuck all your promises, I know what time it is Im just a realist, I am the realest Reality is fatality cursed on the future for family, wife and some kids Im looking for you, Im checking for her Im parking lot pimpin, Im honking at women, Im all on the curb Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump your brake, pump your brake Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, dont walk away, walk away Cupids too busy in the club At the bar Rolling up And if you see him, let him know Love is gone I know Im sure Boys in the club And if you see him, let him know Love is gone I know Im sure Boys and girls Might sound weird But a great night, you in a real relationship, you understand what Im saying A great night with somebody you love, is difficult Somebody you like is always good Like is wonderful You come home with some juice, with the woman you like: Can I have some juice? Gimme that juice, pour juice all over me Pour that juice all over that sexy body Let you be together three years and shit Can I have some juice? Bitch, why you want my juice? You know Im dehydrated I try to come home and shit Tryin to get some juice you want my juice...

Whoo Ha! 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 A forced to be reckoned with, fuck with the best shit Like the strongest manure, Im ready when you are This is it, Im in the lab cooking up all day Fuck 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 and hug your wife, and what not yo I spar with a dragon, he tried to throw a flame But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin Thats a metaphor for any rapper who wants 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 the hotel Theres no assumptions Cool out before I move out, hop on the 105 Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat Oh, Its not Dot? Tell the medics its okay A beast when the beat break You probably think Im dope like this the realest shit I wrote But to me, its a throw-away I stare at the four walls and rap like Im mad at God Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back See I dont fuck with real legends in rap like you do Im crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real? Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel, son Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me Every MC, Im sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them Come again, no introduction, you know my name Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling Orangutan arms banging niggas like a set When I speak, they fucking silent like sex for the deaf Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra Treat you like vitamins then spit you back out Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums Like the measles when the record meets the needle Heads spinning like a twelve-inch, Smoking the best Celtic Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown You need 54 cards, deal with it You may think Im killing it, but Im healing it Like a bitch in the club, Shoe game Ay yo yo, the flow potent Whos more focused? Kick doors open Deliver the golden opus leave with two guns smoking Its me, the podium closing, a poet well-spoken The gropes is most consistent with imminent penmanship Mind-bending, co-existing with the written Verbal assassin, Internally smashing, Spazzing on tracks Translation, Im disgusting in action A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions Yall dont want nothing, The sum of all fears Mercury rising, Im summer all year I sixteen em to death and wish them the best I guess thats the gift and a curse, You see my pattering Yall still rapping like thats whats happening I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets Peep the malice, Im a monster Ya Boy running like William Joseph Crawford touche Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real? Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel, son Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me Every MC, Im sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them Straight up, Dont get ate up Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on em like kickstands Im so hot, kids put me in their iPod Even atheists play my shit and say, My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, hes nice Dont compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa Watch I lay-up bar after bar like Im trying to build a gate up See me on the way up like an elevator, Imma let you take the stairs That metaphor meaning Im already there Im in the booth with an apron Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Amen Stay on the curb like a spray day tan? Blowing herb with my nigga Herb, Fuck what you niggas heard We the new West Coast Wu Tang bitch and Im the best Think less, You can suck my dick Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name Now I take em to the house of pain, Top Dawg headquarters Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real, son? Is it really real? Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel, son Tell me how you feel, son, tell me how you feel You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me Every MC, Im sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them

Let em die Dead Black Hippy We dont give a fuck Hell nah, nigga This conglomerate so cool, Rock, we could freeze L.A., nigga Black Hippy Move in Kendrick Lamar I tell em like this Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb You aint a rapper, you Elton John, holding your john I got a ton of croutons in the Louis Vuitton Thats big bread, the chickens are flying, flocks when I come Paul and Masson, half-drunk, stuck in a poem Light matches underwater while Im bracing the storm Im cool and Im calm, laid-back, smoking a farm Socking the shit out of niggas til Im breaking my arm Up in my zone, two blunts, cup of Patrón .45 on me, shoot you if you fuck with me wrong No homo, pause, thats your life and its going flatline If you dont put your life in the song I never drove a fast car, I almost ran over Tracy Chapman She said, Drive slow; I said, Fuck off Ab-Soul—whats up, yall? Other than youre subpar Above all? Im a Heaven gate—above all, fucking great And every time we in the stu We cook that, chop that, whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, whats that, thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch! The Black Hippys, the bag full, the bag empty Spent it all at the car lot, then crash quickly Im trying to come with enough power to pass Fifty Im talking fifty bills—you niggas dont fit the bill You niggas dont keep it real, you fake as Pamelas titties I pound kitties, then hit the club with dogs with me Tan Polos, no socks, chopped Dickies Tan coupe, no top, bumping Biggie Blowing sticky, before the group, been a hippy Nifty-fifty, all blue, real Crippy Big money, long stocks, ask Pippy Mask on, one sock, I gets busy I smoke Blacks, relax, and watch Walt Disney Puff squares, pace in circles until Im dizzy Speaking of Disney, fantasies, I had many I used to hate on Mickey Mouse cause he had Minnie Anyway, every time we in the stu We cook that, chop that, whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch! Ahhh, napped through my final, made enough, richer than Lionel Fucking bitches on my job, coming harder than rhino Breaking their spinal, laid-back, bumping my vinyl Navigation on the scopes, easy to find em... ... Find you and Im right behind you, laid back, puffing a blunt Gat on my lap, constantly talking shit; Ima dump Your homies acting charged up, they can still get jumped Take your chain, ash the kush for all you punks... ... However you want, whenever you want, you all can get it Contagious, its mad syphilis, blazing, its God-giftedness Die over death sentences, flow hot, plus, the beat knock Like Jay witnesses, tell em I killed the witnesses... ... Gifted as twenty Christmases, itching to blow Like twenty bitches with mouths that need a dick in it, wow I ran rap for half a mile, then got tired Laid down and realized that I was lying And every time we in the stu We cook that, chop that, whats that? Thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, whats that, thats crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch!

Back in the projects Back in the projects I lost it all, all, all, all Now Im back in the projects I cant get all of you in it Big slugs, hardcore drugs Everything crooked, what you thought this was? Steam pot, turned powder into rock Plan go sour, thats how you get got Aww shit, got it poppin into bricks Part of playing cool now its time to get rich Keep in mind, never walk round blind I cant get all of you in it All that back and forth gets me hot sometimes Wanna see somebody get knocked out, just box one time, shit Catch a fade, catch a fade, it aint nothin Get your head up, at the gym, bring your knuckles Look, Im deep inside the projects where its brackin at You know the zip Where we take a quarter piece, flip it, til the corner lit A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit Shoot outs and abortions, situations so unfortunate I knew a nigga, doin double digits, bust the head wide For another nigga whos scared to rep his set right Now in solitary, doin push ups by his bedside All he want is a Green Dot, his homie keepin himself fly Dont come around without your pass, niggas on they tip Zero tolerance on niggas money, niggas want they shit Dont start nothing without your blower, thats a one way trip Six feet under, real life, thats all gunplay is That is that hood shit When young niggas on that misunderstood shit Jumpin out of smokin rentals, Ks with the wood grips Bitches for them bank statements will come and hit a full split Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? I cant get all of you in it Niggas jaw-jacking, they aint on that hood shit Bitch we bout that action, on that wish you would shit All red flags, swag on ten We aint in the club, we cant get our goods in So we in the hood, lituations look grim One time circlin for colors of your skin Black lives matter out here, no way Cops get promotions while the family gotta pray Its fucked up, cant explain, babies all in a dump truck Its all about that money mane, miss me with that Trump stuff Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen, dont get fucked up Its shake in the bag, get a bud then you lucked up You fakin, you mad, you got a issue, you get fucked up Get laid on yo ass, you feeling bad, your blunts crushed up We in the set, just bickin it like the Cosbys Tryna get dope, live happy days like Chachi If you get a call from papi, thats like Jesus callin All you do is execute, next ten seasons ballin You can get the world, stay loyal, why you even trip? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? Dont you know no good, dont you know no good bitch? I cant get all of you in it

Take a trip with the narcoleptic Suffered insomnia, but this time it was only seconds I see thermometers boil as you lay in the desert Of eternal fire hate ya then deny yourself of a blessin Meanwhile Im on a new cloud chunking the deuce Renewed vows with sinners, homies, enemies too Gold towel under my feet clicking the fluke With a thousand troops, Crip and Piru, nigga, woop, woop Love I depend on, white doves I depend on They flying through this endzone that meant on to vent on So listen, homie, you miss me with that bullshit I keep my distance, homie, I am on a higher pulprit You cannot visit, homie I mean the beauty of heaven is far for me not to exit Its ike an anti-depressant, you see the vision, homie? I mean this godly advice, fucking right Even if you pinch me twice, yes I, keep dreaming Lovely lullabies I dont see another thing but starry skies And louds of clouds beneath my wings and in the skies As far as hazy as can see the sun will rise And illuminate this life, this life Oh why do I have to return to reality? Oh why, this time Ill try Ill try not to wake up from this dream I’ll try not to wake up from this dream I won’t wake up from this dream I can’t wake up from this dream I won’t wake up from this dream I will not forget Fixating the part of faith Ive never met And explaining away the reasons as I slept So beautiful here I wish I never left I never know which ones a lie, this life Oh why do I have to return to reality? Oh why, this time Ill try Ill try not to wake up from this dream I wont wake up from this dream I cant wake up from this dream I wont wake up from this dream I wont open my eyes again, Ill keep them shut I wont open my eyes again, Ill keep them shut I wont open my eyes again, Ill keep them shut I wont open my eyes again, Ill keep them shut To wake up from this dream I won’t wake up from this dream

Abazaba You know we get in the studio and do what we do best You know Beautiful shit But this time around I wanna do something different homeboy You feel me my nig Hop on them keys real quick my nig Play some shit that my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain these other hoes tonight Play some shit that my girlfriendll like Yea hahaha yea This shit my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain these other hoes tonight Im playing shit that my girlfriendll like Check me out She say she love it when it sounds like this She tell me Kendrick put it down like this When I listen I wanna close my eyes And feel your lips Let your lyrics wrap around me and grab my hips So enticing On point like the helmet of a Viking Kicking up dust like Im hiking I aint calling a woman a bitch on this one I be calling my woman so I could get some She fresh off work and Lord knows it was hard She take off her shirt and Lord knows that Im hard Composing myself, tryna remain content She had a long day and plus I know she wanna vent Now she could talk about her boss and I can give advice Or she could take the panties off and I could eat the Fuck that, option number deuce On the kitchen table while I play this tune You know why? This shit my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain these other hoes tonight Im Playing shit my girlfriendll like Hahaha yea This shit my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain these other hoes tonight Aba, this shit my girlfriendll like my nigga Look We be in the car, bumpin my latest jam I recorded at the studio around 10 p.m Its a club banger Catchy hooks and 808s I even threw a bridge on it just to play it safe The first 8 bars, shes lovin the track Even rewinding it back Soon as the beat drop The way she react she like Thats Hot Til I start talkin bout how many hoes I got How many I fucked How many Ive misled just to get a nut Like a squirrel, in pursuit of lunch Uh Though Im on some cliché rapper shit I know she thinking are my lyrics that accurate Shes so cool doe Dont downplay her just to fuck up the mood yo Shell still play it even though I sound rude yo And disregards to the provocative records One thing that I do know This something my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain them other hoes tonight Im playing something that my girlfriendll like Told you that my girlfriendll like Other hoes tonight Soul This something my girlfriendll like too Kendrick I got you This a great idea Thisll be my girlfriends joint right here So Imma kick the shit she like It seem right Like a pair of jeans that fit tight Around her cute booty I like to hold her from behind in line At the movies Her body language gets read Like a ruby Cause she a work-a-art No help from Julie Imma beast and she such a beauty I love her, she know that, I place no one above her Far from an arc, but best undercover Kodak moment every time we in sync Like a iPod plugged to a USB Its just you and me I mean me and her I mean her and I Its plain to see, affirmative So if you ever need me You know where Herbert is On her mind Like she on mine Uh Play some shit my girlfriendll like Cause I aint tryna entertain them other hoes tonight She do music too, this shit my girlfriendll write If she was me talking bout her DJ Play some shit that my girlfriendll like I aint tryna entertain them other hoes tonight I wrote some shit that my girlfriendll like Now Im sho to get some cuddy

Ladies and gentlemen! My man, Kendrick Lamar! Livin in America Thuggin in the trap Livin in a groove Watchin TV Dedicated to the homies in the pen, hit me! I done been through a whole lot Trial, tribulation, but I know God The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie Pray that the holy water dont go dry, yay yay As I look around me So many motherfuckers wanna down me But an enemigo never drown me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me Uh, when you lookin at me, uh, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy think they high Uh, one day at a time, sun gon shine Everybody lookin at you crazy What you gon do? Lift up your head and keep moving Or let the paranoia haunt you? Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart On my sleeve, let the runway start You know the miserable do love company What do you want from me and my scars? Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence How many times my potential was anonymous? How many times the city making me promises? So I promise this, huh Uh, when you lookin at me, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Uh, illuminated hands of God, boy dont seem shy One day at a time, sun gon shine When they say its a war outside, bomb in the street Gun in the hood, mob of police Rock on the corner with a line full of fiend And a bottle full of lean and a model on a scheme Ah man Uh, dreams of realitys peace Blow steam in the face of the beast Sky could fall down, the wind could cry now The strong in me, I still smile Huh, when you lookin at me, uh, tell me what do you see? Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy dont be shy One day at a time, sun gon shine, everybody, hit me! Oh man, hey check this out, this a real Compton thing goin on right now, ya feel what Im talkin bout? Ya dig that? Sometimes I just get a little bit beside myself, you know what Im talkin bout? This heres the return of Enoch, and we gonna do it to you like this, here we go: one, two, three, hit me! And I love myself I love myself I love myself I love myself I went to war last night With an automatic weapon, dont nobody call a medic Ima do it till I get it right War last night Ive been dealing with depression, duckin every other blessin I could never see the message, I could-- I could never take the lead, never bob and weave Negative letting them annihilate me Evident Im moving at a meteor speed Finna run into a building, lay my-- Money in the ceiling lay my body in the street Glory to the feeling of the holy unseen Glory to the feeling of the holy unseen Seen enough, make everybody scream, I love myself! I lost my head I mustve misread what the good book said Oh woes keep me, its a jungle inside Give myself again til the well runs dry Ah man, ay, ay homie, I told you its a straight up Compton thing, ya dig what Im talkin bout? And this here is dedicated to the homies. Yall feel what Im saying? And sometimes I just get beside myself. The return of the Enoch is back, you hear what Im talkin bout? Uh, Ive been lookin for you my whole life, appetite For this feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? In a woman, is it in money, or mankind? Somethings got me losing my mind Where you at? From the front to the back Im lookin for you, I react only when you react I thought I found you back in the ghetto When I was 17 with the .38 Special Maybe youre in a dollar bill, maybe youre not real Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel Maybe Im paranoid, ha, maybe I dont need you anyway Dont lie to me, Im suicidal any day I could be your advocate I could speak for you if you tell me what the matter is I could preach for you with the mighty tongue Im the one, how can I, overcome Negative energy while I give infinitely and survive?!

The- the- the reason that Im breathin Seeping heat, it gets me cheese, why Im eaten in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needing some beats to release in evenings Instead of me being up and bleeding with thieves and heathens with keys and obstacles Made it possible for the flow go to be profitable Yo Techs audible, his inaugural prada popped and was plausible God is so good for giving me music! Liftin, gettin me through when I was fixing to lose it Dudes hit Big Scoobs shit and reppin the blue tip Fools skipped when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip Full clips for who stick the homie for true grit My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho dinero In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a sombrero This gift aint given from a devil, so settle Come and get this rebel music thats hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, paid my lights, made my wife, say Bye Bye Gave my night babes, I like preyed my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, days I write My cheddar raised up better, faze way high hyped My musics one reason I always get to lay my pipe The reason Tech N9na can comfortably say Night, night Blessed me with original flow, so hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen and learn I like... Yeah, I love For real And I need To feel Go and play it Yeah, know what Im saying? My love Know what Im saying? Automatic when I do this manually Daily, monthly, annually I get a step closer to being the coolest Acoustic got me foolin and about to lose it, ooh, sh- Jump in the grind, and my hom Mean Mike produced it Thats music pahtna Im just a poet with incredible rhythm Words arranged will let you know he has incredible in him I dont mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I laugh because its easier than do ray mi fa sol la Ti do, we know he go say what on that C Note And he can pay a C Note with that B Note Im talkin truth And I got stories that I show you that its walkin proof A thousand miles of it and I can show you what Im walkin through Music aint a hobby, its an organ of my body that the creator provided back in January of 92 So dont you dare say good music skipped my generation Your hatin aint nothin but motivation for these compilations Oob! Yeah, it feeds me I need To feel You know what Im sayin Its my thing Go and sing And I love Yeah, go ahead Music is my life The reason why I write Like Edgar Allan Poe on the beat, like a parasite You thought a parachute made my flow just fall out the sky Then you fell apart into a body part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits cause theyre afraid of heights The ambition, weak or gravity, let em die I let you live until a nigga compose a rhyme Then its like a rhino in your ass every time Time and time again I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I been Servin a life sentence since the day I was ten Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap Into a pool of sharks then swim Thats an analogy on the way I do casualties And I do this shit casually, before the verse end Ill be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend And if it wasnt for my music I wouldnt be standing here! If it wasnt for my music you wouldnt have nothing to hear, yeah And I love... I need it to live Yeah, and I love it Imma be quiet Ssh And I love it Show enough love Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Wake up!!!

I swear you people dont know Kendrick, you dont know him But you say you want some more Kendrick, Im bout to show em Everything inside this human being, Im still growing Im a premature baby in this crazy life that we adore Doors on the Lamborghini, I want em Cant afford em so I tell the swap meet to clone em I guess I really am a vanity slave I guess my ancestors turning in they graves Burning money when I get it, fuck a life savings Overdraft bank statements, just to make a statement When I put this fashion on, Im a fashion junkie Picking cotton in the country, I bought this out the country Whips and chains, whips and chains, Jacob know my name He call me Kunta, you my brother, we come from the same modern world Thats ya girl? I see she rocking Fendi Try this on If it aint upscale then you may offend me Copping everything in sight, ignoring they sacrifice Amnesia if I see the black visa in my hand tonight I show my dick and then I swipe, thats a punchline They was hot and I wore ice, thats ironic huh? Word around town that Im all about the bitches Word around town that I love my 26s Word around town that I gotta stay paid Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave Its the Gucci cock and shoot Found my swag but lost my roof, Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave See my Audemar tick, as my Audemar tock Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave Aw man videos got me wanting hoes Appetite for flashing lights, all I can do is pose A black male... on Melrose. I should get blackmailed By my people hell rose, Niggas that aint had shit For 400 years overcompensate by over accessorizing with gear Man yall dont see my vision I do it for the love of hip hop and the love of bitches Am I a hypocrite cause everyday Im contradicting I think of how Im living, then I watch How Im Living I know this cant be right My conscience tell me to stay righteous Its unlikely to see what I like and say I dont like it Biggest dilemma my priorities ignoring me, I wanna move accordingly But baby steps are premature remember? Im flying to the south and Ill be gone til November To see my family tree but this a shame Im yelling, out, timber Word around town that Im all about the bitches Word around town that I love my 26s Word around town that I gotta stay paid Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave Its the Gucci cock and shoot Found my swag but lost my roof, Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave See my Audemar tick, as my Audemar tock Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave Cold, oh so cold How ironic he bought it then sold his soul Is it masonic for your vice to take its toll? The remote control is taking control Lift up the doors That Lamborghini I wanted come with a dumb ass model that in vogue I like em both, Ill wife em both Take these motherfucking Jordans off, put on my loafs Cause nothing goes bad, everytime I wear Im getting more ass, everytime I wear They told me its a fad, everytime I wear But should I give a fuck when it bring me more coochie? This a young niggas pedigree, I pray the lord can better me If not he bout to strike me down like this my third felony The voices keep on telling me, Kendrick dont forget about us I burned my wardrobe, hoping that I could live without it Word around town that Im all about the bitches Word around town that I love my 26s Word around town that I gotta stay paid Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave Its the Gucci cock and shoot Found my swag but lost my roof, Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave See my Audemar tick, as my Audemar tock Lord please forgive me Im a vanity slave

24/7, 365, Kendrick Lamar is always 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 the plan B was to win your hearts before we win a Grammy These days aint shit changed, different toilet - same shit And I drunk a whole gallon of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has beens Had it been for my past tense I wouldnt be rappin But now Im here, GQ, man of the year

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah 7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, Im ridin, why they on me? Why they on me? Im flyin, sippin low-key Im sippin low-key in Onyx, rider, rider I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When Im pullin up right beside ya Pop star, lil Mariah When I text a cute game, wildness Throw a stack on the Bible Never Snapchat or took molly She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah Oh no, I cant fuck with yall Yeah, when Im with my squad I cannot do no wrong Yeah, saucin in the city, dont get misinformed Yeah, they gon pull up on you Yeah, we gon do some things, some things you cant relate Yeah, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you cant go, oh, I dont know Oh, back the fuck up off me I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time

Soulo back up in this ho, man I hope the magnum fit Soulo back up in this ho, man that pussy magnifique Know I row the showboat, all aboard the penmanship All I do is give you gifts, everydays December 25th Everywhere you turn Im there ya bitch, tell your homie, tell your bitch Bad to the bone, only thing stay when you go, is your skeleton Why your grin so devilish, you gon go to hell for this To hell with them to tell the truth I hope allah piss in hell on them Ahah was a problem before momma gave me baba Mind stay larger than an island, never been to the Bahamas I was just a toddler in ninja turtle pajamas I ain’t know the world was fucked up like vaginas Now I dont give a fuck, now Imma live it up, now Imma pick it up Now they wanna pay, now she wanna fuck, now he wanna hate Heaven dont seem far from here, staring thru these Cartiers After all these mothafuckin years nigga yea nigga Man we breaking all the rules, Take that bullshit elsewhere Welcome to America, die or pay for healthcare Im tryna tell ya, we living in hell here And if you agree with me, Let me get a hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Let me get a hell yeah Im tryna tell ya, we living in hell here And if you agree with me, Let me get a hell yeah Schoolboy back up in this ho, pussy, hoes and ash trays Schoolboy back up in your ho, bitch might want my last name Yeah, yeah, nigga blow this fire High above hell, what the hell, nigga might bring hell Roll with it uh, fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, learn with a nigga Highway to hell, fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, burn with a nigga Lil nigga with a gun and he gang bang, lil girl turn lost she a gang bang No love so its fuck the world, got free and she fucked the world, damn Goddamn girl, make a nigga wanna hurl Throwing up signs, I done lost my mind, you know them caution signs May have bought my grind, these drugs of mine, gamble with ya life And Ill roll the nine, flatline, flatline, go to hell mothafucka, every shot divine No back bone, weary spine, gotta keep ya head straight fore ya fall off Me and Soul locomotives that hauled off, get up out the way or get your fame Randy Moss, heaven in this fucking beer, swagging in these Cartiers Especially after all these fucking years nigga yea nigga Mothafuck the government, mothafuck the system Mothafuck you, Im just living how I am living Hiiipower, thats a nigga religion til Jesus come back and he tell me something different Solo back up in this ho, man I hope the magnum fit Solo back up in this ho, I hope she dont tell my bitch God damn Im so ignorant at the same time so brilliant Cuttin up, cesarean, but keep it on the low, librarian Still mobbin deep like Havoc and Prodigy Tryna document an odyssey for every odd to see Hell yea I know they trynna rewrite the constitution Im still rollin blunts drunk as fuck stuck on stupid Hell yeah Im bout that, you cant tell my nig? Long term I got a legacy to leave my kids How Im posed to live man, the reaper keep breathing down The back of my neck and my landlord need a check, fuck Hell yeah, Imma survive out here Even if it mean flipping pies out here, yeah Hell yeah Im on the top of my shit Hell yeah her tonsils topple on the top of my dick, yeah Hell yeah we been patrolin the game, watching the throne Plotting on Jay and Kanye, Marshall and Andre Lil Wayne, Drake, Wiz Khalifa, Wale That bitch Nicki, J. Cole, Rozay Soul!! Hell yeah Hell yeah H-H-H-Hell yeah

Rollin’ in a broken Mitsubishi with no AC And a couple stolen TV’s and a seatbelt for my safety Play the passenger, I think it’s five years after eighty- Seven, do that math, 92, don’t you be lazy I’m looking out the window, notice all the essentials Of a block party that stopped for a second Then it rekindled like the flame from a trick candle Everybody got dental insurance, ‘cause we bout to floss You get the couch I sent you? I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials Of a scholar, but should not today Them Dayton spokes was his to take Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks They did invasions while helicopters recorded it Hello, my Mr. Myiagi, I want them Kenwood Woofers Say that you got me If not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it The swap meet was the bullseye like a Taurus is Murder was the melody, you should know what the chorus is You really telling me we can just get some more of it if we run out? He said “Lil nigga, today the poor is rich” Dont tell your mom that you seen a molotov bomb And if she asks, just know that you have to lie And son, don’t forget: You from Compton Brace yourself, I take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I’m slinging brick and moving cane Cul de sac and plenty Cognac in major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that’s weighing on your brain It was me, O-Boog and Yaya Lucky, ride down Rosecrans Ugly, waving yo hand out the window, brace yourself, uh Warriors and Conans Euphoria can slow dance Society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed Light skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where hang out Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was looking at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed a nine Pakistan on every porch, it’s fine We adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time Sliding door, fuck is up? Fucking shooting forth, if you aint walking up, you fucking punk Picking up the fucking pump Picking off you suckers, suck a dick Die a sucker punch, a ball of bullets coming from AK’s, AR’s, Aye y’all; duck That’s what Mama said when we was eatin’ that free lunch Aw man, god damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in ‘94, fuck yo truce Now crawl yo head in that noose You wind up dead on the news And no peace treaties just peace and BG’s appearing to prove Bodies on top of bodies, IV’s on top of IV’s Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolly, your color’s correct Make sure each corporate knows they’ll be calling your mother collect Now, what you expect? My life is a threat Good kid, m.A.A.d. city Life or death, is you with me? Tim Westwood, whats up

Where are you going now? Why are you slowing down? Why, why, why? Where are we going? Why are we slowing down? Where are you going? We should be growing now! Try and visualize how to get it right But my visions so blurry Tryna slow it down Take us to the ground But were always in a hurry now! And if I could make this world spin a little slower Then I would, and we could grow a little closer I think we’re getting closer Where are we going? Why are we slowing? We think we’re getting closer Where are you going? We should be growing now Where are we going? Why are we slowing? We think we’re getting closer Where are you going? We should be growing now So in conclusion Sometimes we lose focus Planning our whole demise We’re getting the big picture and making it the wallet size So to whats important in my life, I apologize I hope to stay faithful, focused and sanctified We all get distracted The question is would you bounce back, or bounce back wards? You wouldn’t know how to act or would you take action? Thats just a part of life and if your visions impaired Youll probably lose it all tonight What’s going on Marvin, dearly departed? Young Marta, Bar or Parker Upon them all upon mighty days But sweet alcoholic nights are feeling faraway Son can only Skype with his pop, stop He’s only feeling love from his mom Got rocks in my stomach I can feel my soul bleed, self-love But I never want my son to be me, holla at me So I pray until I feel it’s not working I’m a showman on the surface Either way, it’s perfect You ever feel like the purpose aint worth it? Well I do, I’m the poster child for young fathers working I swear to god I wanna be free And he just wanna be me And I just wanna be him I’m jealous and discreetly I’m one of your own I’m trying to raise a child Still trying to raise me right now Where am I gone? Try and visualize how to get it right But my visions are blurry Trying to slow it down Stay close to the ground But we were always in a hurry now And if I could make this world spin a little slower Then I would, and we could grow a little closer Where are we going? Why? Why are you going? Why are we growing apart? We should be growing together? Right?

Goddamn, look who just stepped in The cat done drug up a wolf from the den, hey Not long ago I was wiping his ass Now hes a rich rapper wiping his ass with cash It didnt take much for me to realize I was on my own Moving through woods like Donkey Kong I invented that classic rock soul My momma was too inhibited with brothers and black crows We got the dirty shit locked in the boon docks Grain fed cattle means we gon shroom pop Im in touch with my inner star, you watch Ill stand up in Hollywood and spit moon rocks Bitches wanna know the real Yelawolf, really? All the whore will get to see is Catfish Billy The world around my childhood was a crooked wall I had to reach high to see above the weed fog Pop a head on the crawfish and soak it dry I pop your head if you talk shit, I bust your eye You know Im southern, I got a grill and a dirty frown Yall coming with me, Im the future in town Its going down, Shady What up? Lemme catch the beat What up? Swag, swag, Based God I hear you What up? Swag, swag, yeah, G shit Westside, huh, look Im beyond the most slept on, stepped on Stepsons, father of rap songs, writing my wrongs Writing in the book of psalms This is the word, word to the holy Quran Or whatever thats foreign to ya I find it funny that you are embracing a storm, wait Ring the alarm or wake up with a bomb through ya Its Baghdad kids with bad dads, cops with bad badges Big bullets, no My bads once them guns shoot ya I said, Yo, I might go hard as the Mike Jordan Lace up my Jordans and yellin out ISO Ike Turner your idol, whip em and bruise em Stick poison inside his pie-hole, sad that you knew him We influence the heart of thousands, 999,000, but whos counting Thirsty for success and we drink from the youth fountain Big headed, tryna stay grounded like a delinquent in middle school clownin Drownin MCs, they want life jackets While we swim backwards we yellin Nigga, please! Pay your respect or recognize the alphabet You cant survive in a room full of gs Coached by my uncle, Lil Mane, I resemble him They tryna tilt the game and we killing all Thebes Make em all blood, make em all bleed Motherfucker die, put a ribbon in the sky Till Stevie Wonder sing, king of all kings Jokers and new jacks can get dealt with Royal flush when I drop shit and say these things Mad leaning on em cause half of these niggas Maybelline All made up, bout to go dummy On a dummy, what, what, treat him like a welterweight And stuff him in some trunks, you fucking with a giant Im Forest Whitaker sparring with some Forrest Gumps What you want? Look how good I look, man, its Lil B Yeah, ayy, check this, uh My nigga told me if I ever stop rapping The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic Exhibit Based not Exhibit C Niggas couldnt see, let me part the sea Part a part of me, nothing pardons me You niggas arguably is worse than me Get your whole squad, let me go hearse your team Pop bullets in his back, make him work his knees This is sick Im on top now I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland, Yosemite Having YA dreams appearing right ahead of me Now Im getting glad that you niggas aint ahead of me And youll never be forgetting me Hard drive, man, its all about the memory Strapped with a vest screaming Motherfuck my enemies Uh, have em moving like a centipede Im the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus Im a user, dope-fiend music Plus Im a robber and I dare you suckas push me Got the same pistol that they shooting— Im too nice Im the rawest rapper, Im done, Im done Yeah Nah, I aint done no faking but here come the H-game We were the shit before the cake came I hate lames, they get mad because we make change And I aint even had to bake caine But I keep the weight gain on the freight train Fuck dope, Im on the kush and the haze game In the streets I got a great name Im a pimp cause I break dames Play with my pay, I see my great danes Pause, let the bass bang, huh Trapping was cool till the J came Then they found a couple tools and the ye, damn Then niggas change colors like a fake chain Prince of the South, hoe, you wont catch me without Dro Im like T.I., pimpings in my genes, and aint talking bout Levis I keep the kush and like the couch fold And the toy like G.I. Joe Bet a G I. blow You pussy niggas wanna fight? I be outdoors The devil stay right, Ali eat, yall close Cause Im swinging the three plus three-five Os We got chickens nigga E-I-O What you seeing off a pound nigga, we see off Os Catch me in the Lac with three broad, though And I aint fucking with you niggas cause I see yall hoes CyHi, lets get it Good mills, ayy, ha-ha XXL, baby, Freshmen,

This, this, this Should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential Life’s a bitch, life’s a bitch But I’mma keep the pussy wet I’mma keep the pussy wet I’mma keep the pussy wet I’mma keep the pussy wet My dick hard, her pussy wet And I’m born with my dick in the earth You can tell me how much am I worth I’mma die with my heart on my sleeve Many die on their hands and their knees And I’m takin’ whatever I need And I’m raping the government fees And you’re wasting your time And I’m speaking my mind on whatever I think And I think that I’m Richard Pryor With priors of 32 fiends And that means that I hear for higher Tell me why are you starin’ at me? Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired You inspired by Kendrick the king Maybe it’s ’cause I’m living my dream Man, I sing what I’m living about And the words that come out of my mouth They requires a random routine Of being organic granite Then my access is granted To represent the shit that I conceive And I guarantee that I’mma bring My mind, body, soul And I sold all these records off bein’ myself And I wish you can do the same thing, man It’s easier than a stripper Or tyin’ a baby shoestring, you stringing along And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music is never in sync No secret societies guided me to the world of unseen And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? Youll get relief I’mma keep the pussy wet I’mma keep the pussy wet My dick hard, her pussy wet Imma keep the pussy wet I came I went I came I went I came I went And I see that you envy of me Enemigos don’t prosper Better yet, they do die eventually If I’m at the event you will leave ‘Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I’m near you But I don’t hear you, can you at least breathe? With an oxygen mask, and The masses keep saying I’m speaking for them And if you can imagine my madness Then you can see where I’ve been And the places the Louis has been And I swear I been doing this when You was in pajamas, watching B-Barney and Friends And you couldn’t harm me even with ten Weapons of your choice riding in Army tanks, you shot blanks And I shot back, make your duplex bend What the fuck you think? If I don’t think Then I’m right back where the city sin What the fuck you drink? Thinking I can’t write these raps in the Lions’ Den When I hear that you lyin’, then? It’s murder she wrote, ain’t no hope You go downhill, man, where’s your slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope Tell the world to put intervals Man, I swear this the anecdote And they tell me that life is a bitch Who gives a shit when you know? And I see that you envy of me Don’t prosper, better yet, they do die eventually Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I’m near you But I dont hear you, can you at least breathe?

Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running He aint listenin So you can talk to me, dont listen to him A body like that aint hard to feed Cause girl Ill eat you up All in a couple of seconds Girl Ill eat you up Its when you realize youre in Heaven Like howd you get there? Baby what you doin in this chair? Couldnt let you sit there You need help, somebody should get there You see girl, time is like money Both of which men love Spend them both with me =And then for sure youll know Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Uh Shes impressed by a fat boy Cadillac, weed, pistol on his lap, boy Home run hitter, thought I was a batboy Search warrant for the crib, you better get a map for it Paid for, meanin I aint gotta rap for it She a alley oop, I tap it off the backboard Hustlin, baby what you lookin for? Just ask for it Blue Ferrari, Im the envy of the task force Impeccable suits, as I run with my dogs Pinkie rings and things that come with my wonderful job Dogg pound niggas, and we came to fight I was several million up before it came to light Now they callin me the truest one to ever do it Status symbol for the pimps, now enjoy the music Smoked out like a player and you know the name Break a bitch quick, really, biggest in the game Maybach Music Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running I got... Rottweiler in tube sock Pitbull... lock on your neck, kiss it and youll die Boxer... you take mines off then hallelujah Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times Freaky... freak like its the 80s Fuckin explicit, radio prolly say we Should tone it... down with the clean version Dirty... but in public youre like teen virgin I like it... make me realize my vices Enticin, flower bombin all on your privates Private... meetin inside your bedroom Head in that Maybach boomin, thank God for leg room Its a trophy in that pussy, Imma cum in first place Imma cum in first place, cum in, cum in first place Im your D-O-double-G and I need more Pedigree What it D-O? Puppy chow, Ive been grown and so off the leash, ho Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running

Motherfucker this is Watts, California Gangbang murder state Shit, just the same old same old Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope Project hustling, chasing them pesos Its a struggle everyday, man, you know how this shit goes But my demeanorll never switch, cherry red beamer Gangbanged the fuck out, red rag around the nina No doubt, Im living it Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands The cortez is back, wheres my strap? Lemme put a hole in em, and whats concealed in the black denim Will rock em to sleep like I babysit em I seen it all - loyalty, betrayal, envy My close homie died in my arms 12 hundred project units under the sun Aint about where you at, its about where youre from Welcome to Watts, California Where we aint scared to run up on ya You aint prepared when it go down You already dead right about now Welcome to Watts, California Where we aint scared to run up on ya If youre prepared when it go down Then you know its Jay Rock turn now The homie told me, Put your feelings aside But since I got signed I been feeling the Vibes Niggas play the background and screw they face all day Wanna walk in my shoes, wanna take my place So at any given time they might take my life So I take the .38 when I ride at night Broad day, no exempt, niggas kill you when the sun is out Make sure your gun is out or stay inside your mama house Its that real, you dont feel me yet? Fine, niggas, drop the beat and just let me vent No mask on, fuck around and kill your whole squad Be the last person you see before you meet God Keep the rifle on top of the tripod Aim art, if you live your body might need parts Jay Rock, putting it down for Top Dawg From the bottom to the top, we shooting straight to the stars Welcome to Watts, California Where we aint scared to run up on ya You aint prepared when it go down You already dead right about now Welcome to Watts, California Where we aint scared to run up on ya If youre prepared when it go down Then you know its Jay Rock turn now

A nigga so goddamn stressed out I feel like fuck everything right now See Ive been broke too long, cant find a job to save my life But Ill be damned if I give em my handout See my pride is one thing I will not put aside Im too proud to beg, Im sorry Left Eye If I dont make it in life, motherfucker I tried What? Uh You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you? Not your momma, your poppa, only person is you Not your brother, your sister, the only person is you You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you? Nobody, nobody but you So it feels like, like its only you So Im feeling like I want to, I want to I want to, I want to go so far from here Very, very far from here I need to, I need to I need to, I need to go so far from here Very, very far from here It seems like, you cant win for losing Whatever youre doing turns out to be what-are-you-doing? Sick of pursuing, that your time will soon come Nobody knows the position that you in But its a million people out there thats going through the same thing That feeling, hard to explain When you just, just want to get away Something like You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you? Not your momma, your poppa, only person is you Not your brother, your sister, the only person is you You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you? Nobody, nobody but you So it feels like, like its only you So Im feeling like I want to, I want to I want to, I want to go so far from here Very, very far from here I need to, I need to I need to, I need to go so far from here Very, very far from here Away from it all Take me out of Hell where only Heaven can visit The smartest astronomers, they wont even see my vision Im stuck on the studio couch now, thinking bout my daughter Times is getting harder, another beat is slaughtered Just press record or, seems like I need a mill to keep my shit in order Instead of problem solving From my hat to my shoes, spirit laced with pride Set some shit aside to help me wipe my teary eyes Reaching for the skies, pissing on a cloud Shitting on a birds head, higher than a dread As I fly through the galaxy, pain and the agony Nothingness surrounding me, living my life Though its better to write Configuring my style to the streets, bring dark to the light So how you feel? My nigga, I keep it real A Schoolboy soon to be star, Mr. Lamar So Im feeling like I want to, I want to I want to, I want to go so far from here Very, very far from here I need to, I need to I need to, I need to go so far from here Very, very far from here

Watch how I kill them with the funky rhythm Embalming fluid fill em Piranhas in em Peep my persona as I Get deep as Nostradamus You stalling? Like the 89 I-I-Isiah Thomas Im ballin, cut up your pajamas if you sleepin on me I promise no peekin homie you tryin to confiscate the flow, I know So, I switch it quicker than my bitches in mini skirts that want your attention One thing for sure, they gon get it Im cursed with the worlds negatives Probably thinkin Im hurt but thats the only way I can live More money, cash, drugs, got me feeling like Ace walking inside the club Paid in Full, MOB license plates 38s slug hugging my waist like it had arms Then I bear it so I guess it really does No paper work on this marriage, but Im in love with life corruptions rather than life Oh, you aint know? I need that More money, more drugs I need that More murder, more guns I need that, wondering how I live with the worlds negatives This the last days my nigga We livin in the life where crime pays my nigga So all I can say is get paid my nigga Money ,murder, or dope which one you love most? Mamacita had a bangin body Drove a black beamer, present from her baby daddy probably He knew the nigga from high school 10th grade? they was cool, fell out over a dice game She knew that but still wanted him to penetrate through that Shorty wait, me and your man go way back She said so what? He dont need to know what go on between us besides, I just wanna fuck She blew his mind Know what? we can exchange digits Lets hook up later pay one of them hotels a visit She seemed more than interested, more like desperate to be intimate Either she this polite or his lucky night Got the champagne sittin on ice Room 112 fuckin all night then interrupted by her baby daddy and some niggas that he fuck with Got him for everything, pussys a negative Adam & Eve, he shouldve known Oh you aint know? you need that More pussy, more hoes you need that Even if its dirty pussy you need that Wondering how he lives with the worlds negatives This the last days my nigga We livin in the life where crime pays my nigga So all I can say is get paid my nigga Money ,murder, or dope which one you love most? We livin in hell waiting on heaven but you dont know so Might as well try to accept it, go with the flow oh This life will never change So Im gonna do my thing Seems like we never see home, you know? So we screaming This life will never change So Im gonna do my thing Goes out to everybody that know about bad habits And willing to accept them as a fatal attraction, what a reaction Rolling with the punches that life gives us and end up like Ke$has Liver cirrhosis, matches givin us cancer Bitches givin us gono-rrhea I promise to practice safe sex, momma, dont cry They say the good die young but a crackhead live a long time So I crack open a beer keg, take that bitch to the head Sippin it slow hopin it prolongs my soul And thats crazy yo When heat is on, I put on a coat Then take it off when its about to get cold Ive adapted to my environment, murder environment 20 years worth of it so I gotta love it, you cant blame me Negative energy, public pulled by evil string As I open a bible I start to sing Liquors invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off momma forgive me I cant be held accountable that negatives be gettin me down Got me rolling with guys, making gs Got me tellin lies that sound true come test me This the last days my nigga We livin in the life where crime pays my nigga So all I can say is get paid my nigga Money ,murder, or dope which one you love most? We livin in hell waiting on heaven but you dont know so Might as well try to accept it, go with the flow oh This life will never change So Im gonna do my thing Seems like we never see home, you know? So we screaming This life will never change So Im gonna do my thing

Life make a nigga wanna yell out Change for that fame, how some niggas turn sell out Too old for my mama crib, Im tryin to get the hell out Stayin out these cells but we working on that bailout Help out, please. Sure is hard livin without cheese Aint shit in my pocket only these house keys They pray for a nigga but yet they doubt me Thats why Im out getting higher than balconies But no I wont jump, being broke is childish and boy Im grown up My money runnin late tho so boy I wont front When my paper finally make you should know Im gonna stunt So, hard My God, my life is such turmoil Cant save me tonight cause times is hard now I know you tell me dont let my guard down I gotta get it my nigga Never believe what they say Man, I gotta get paid Dawg its so damn amazing How Imma shock the World Imma shock the World Hell naw I aint lying Yea, I gotta get mine Dawg it’s about time So Imma shock the world So Imma shock the world Stare inside of the soul of Kendrick While I stare inside the solar, system hopin I soak up Enough game to play 3 systems with one controller and remain sane and remain unsober Was closer to my dreams but reality actually told me hold up No money in my jeans and my salary said you owe us Cant pay them taxes, laid on that matress and feel colder than a polar bear But this bear was in California So I felt out a pocket and then a piece of lint fell out my pocket A broke opportunist all in my optics And you could see it even when Im Sleep My screws loose, I hate when loose change fall in them seats Because I need every dime like Magic Johnson Or Hugh Hefner living in his prime Prime example of youngin on his grind This the life of a Compton nigga I know the vanities of the world like the promise niggas Thats why we crooked, in yo bushes where you find us nigga You better scramble before you fold like an omelet nigga This aint insomnic nigga and that means I dont need Busters to front on me A Bible in my pocket Im walkin like its a gun on me So when I catch a fade they know to put more than one on me Fear no evil, I can still see Regals pullin up Niggas tuck like a baby in fetal, position If you listen you can hear the city needs you Thats what my mind said But my big head is tellin me that Im a black Beatle Until my number is called and someone yell bingo A shadow in the dark, park the coupe Then recoup with the homeless in the park, Kendrick Lamar

Im in the studio All day all night Cookin up the flow Gettin my career right As I should Tryna get my mama up out the hood So dont blame me if I hustle like Im broke Cause all my life Ive been broke Im K-Dot if you didnt know Aiming straight for the top Hub City beat 87 baby 87 Cudi screamin out Fuck the police Bubble kush in the trunk, choppers in the front seat Get your top peeled back, dont chitterchat, dont speak of me I move low-key, I think like a double OG Inside of an old school bumpin oldies So high off life, that bitch I could OD Die twice, and come back the same nigga Lame niggas get up out of my lane nigga Before the big rig come through and run over your brain nigga Me propane niggas for their dividends Forgive you innocent, Compton all of my uncles wore Pendletons West Coast rider, bitch Imma ride her Til the wheels fall off, buy more tires Mmm, say hello to the new prince Im high king behind black tint Namean? Im in the studio All day all night Cookin up the flow Gettin my career right As I should Tryna get my mama up out the hood So dont blame me if I hustle like Im broke Cause all my life Ive been broke Im K-Dot if you didnt know Aiming straight for the top Get the fuck out of my business Because Ive been handling the fuck out of my business Grinding got perfect attendance Flyer than first-class and detention Uh, been a winner since the beginning And my records show, not even in the Guinness What do you mean, am I finished? Im just getting started But youre on the sideline like Vince Lombardi Weezy, new born baby? and its my party And Im kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrarri Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope? Bright red flag like a red velvet rope Open for criticism, there really isnt any room for criticism When this shit is in Im in deeper than your pool, so I swim in towel-less Bitch, I be and I been ballin Im in the studio All day all night Cookin up the flow Gettin my career right As I should Tryna get my mama up out the hood So dont blame me if I hustle like Im broke Cause all my life Ive been broke Im K-Dot if you didnt know Aiming straight for the top Mmm, fuck em all, kill em all off Send em off to the holy one Put a hole in one, like miniature golf Price on your head, and they trying to purchase No matter the cost Hand over the cloth Cloth over the gun Gun over your jaw Bullet over your tongue Stick my dick inside hip-hop and shortys sprung Every time I get a chance to come over I overcome Over the snare drums They say, Who fucking with you if you the god MC? I tell em none Get it? I tell em none Catholic nor Christian, holding the book of sums In the back of my True Religions Never passed the bar but I aint got to study law Just to judge lyrics Mmm, I should be the judge of lyrics Bang the gavel, give you a life sentence Im in the studio All day all night Cookin up the flow Gettin my career right As I should Tryna get my mama up out the hood So dont blame me if I hustle like Im broke Cause all my life Ive been broke Im K-Dot if you didnt know Aiming straight for the top

Soundwave, I feel we, put together Some of the most beautiful music my nigga Real talk, feels so good Lets get this money I feel like rapping tonight people Can I rap a little? Dont be mad.. Cuz Im young and Im black and my hats real low If you dont like my lyrics you can press fast forward Look, why I always feel that Im hot? Why I always feel I should drop another jewel Like Martin on Blue Streak while you dudes get tattooed With permanent scars, Im always bullying yall Im always righteous to think that life is what you make it Im always thinking of R&B bitches butt-naked Im always on point, like a snitch on the go But I never snitch my cars the only thing I towed on Im always keeping it moving, middle finger up Like I practice celibacy, I dont give a fuck Just wait, Im at they heads like a toupee yeah Its like that, your cranium never survive titanium bars Harder than my dick when the tip gets licked, quick Run for cover like winters here then listen here K. Dot youll never shake me loose Like a tied knot off the goose, you mad at me too? Cause Im young and Im black and my hats real low If you dont like my lyrics you can press fast forward I cant front, I cant front sometimes I feel like.. Yo, why you always critiquing my shit Why dont you hop on your own dick like Marilyn Manson Im dancing with 2 brains, so if I got shot in the head I wont die Ill just lose more game, propane walking You could sell my words at an auction for the right price And be rich your whole life, straight up I wanna see the world by 35 but for right now Im Compton bound Hit Rosecrans with a pocket full of dividends Big truck speed through the light, run over civilians Pimp cut bitch on my right, hat low like a stripper ass When she hit the floor, doing my thing, why you complain? Cause Im young and Im black and I rap like a nigga got a Angel on his back, wait a minute I means business You homosexual with it, I give you straight lyrics Now thats an emcee, thats why you mad at me? Cause Im young and Im black and my hats real low If you dont like my lyrics you can press fast forward Check me out.. What I write is a like a bomb device, press play And you can die tonight Shook ones dont exist whenever that K. Dot spit Off the chain like fast pedaling while riding a bike I gets my ride on, you ride too But like Scion, now thats a damn shame Im hogging up both lanes Play your part, styles like Kevin Hart Theyre so plain Im choking while Im smoking on this strongest hocus pocus Chocking with Punch He sarcastic laughing cause I said that I can freestyle better than Kurupt Now thats a statement that hopefully I can back up See Kurupt is a legend, thats where I get my shit from Straight lab rat, spit it once run it back Like a punt return, they tell me wait my turn So thats what Imma do, lay in the cut like a 2 shot Dillinger Killing these niggas in high pursuit waddup

I got so many theories and suspicions Im diagnosed with real people conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money, and fuck bitches I double park the Aston in the red My momma told me that Ima work myself to death My girl told me dont let these hoes get in your head My world been ecstatic, I checked the signal that read Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, mmm If I gotta slap a pussy ass, Ima make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, Ima make it look sexy Like pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They wont take me out my element No, take me out my element Interviews wanna know my thoughts and opinions Fox News wanna use my name for percentage My latest muse is my niece, she worth living See me on the TV and scream: Thats Uncle Kendrick! But its money to get, bitches to hit Zeroes to flip, temptation is First on my list, I cant resist Everyone together now, know that we forever Buzzin, radars is buzzin Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, mmm If I gotta slap a pussy ass, Ima make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, Ima make it look sexy Like pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They wont take me out my element No, take me out my element Im going to make it look Ima make it look sexy, mmm And they wont take me out my element

Who can I make that them better right now? Who, oh I know thatll make it better right now? Who do I know thatll make em better right now? Who do you know? I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I If I ever instigated I, I Tell me who will never related, I Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah Do you like foreplay? Ooh, yeah Do you go both ways? I really need confirmation Your love is abomination, fucking you is like a bomb of nations Area 51 in that pussy, ah The president bout to cum in that pussy, ah I got mind control, I got dick control I reel em in for the fishing pole I love legs like Robyn Fenty Stretch them shits like limo Bentleys Catch them tits with an open mouth The interview up outta that Oprah house You know I love it when its pokin out You know Im thuggin even in the drought, you know him I fuck around and crash a brand new Bugatti In the mothafuckin lobby so you know Im in the building Wont you kiss it, baby? Take a picture I, I, I, I, Im killin em Illuminati want my money and my body Even Donny rollin by me, looking aggravated that I made it Fuck you and your mama, nigga I, I, I, I, I see the bitch in them, I got the Benjamin I got the dividend, Im on my toes like Serena at the Wimbledon Pie à la mode on a Monday for my woman-friend Im in the mode of a mortal man Im living in the orbit of deliverin Sex in a cathedral, empty, Grand Marnier that I reload, ten Gs In the hallway, she a Leo, Im a Gemini Give me mine, genocide, kill em all, thirty times Who can I make that them better right now? Who, oh I know thatll make it better right now? Who do I know thatll make em better right now? Who do you know? I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I If I ever instigated I, I Tell me who will never related, I Why I fucked you this evening At Southside, live for these things By the way, how you feelin, forgot I dont give a fuck about your family and that, oh Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, yeah

Reporting live, from Compton, California North Cackalack Now everybody just bow to the greatness, or die in the matrix Youre hereby dating, my destinys waiting My itinerary is very hectic I break records on every record, Im truly reckless Kendrick Lamar, no Audemar on my wrist Its arthritis from holding it down bitch Me and my down bitch, get busy Im busy taking over, the world With the weight of the world on my shoulder My drive is not to be chauffeured Im live, come to the harvest, welcome the artist Whose lyrics out of the orbit, more than the hardest rapper To hit the market and market myself as a shooting target With offers that got me up in these offices often Boo-yaa, who ya? No one, Ive done situated myself, I aint lying Be sure to be friend cause my foes die five times The good kid from the mad city Holding a cereal box instead of a Glock In a 1992 Cadillac that I got from my pops Transmission slipping, but I aint tripping, swallow my pride Pop in my tape and roll the window, down Like Stacie homie when airing out endo I wish a nigga would A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Kendrick, show these muhfuckers how we rock A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Big Pooh, show these muhfuckers how we rock Yo, its evident, Im evidently your favorite All I ask, open your ears and please savor it The taste is un-acquired, quietly, been inspired Im at a point in my life when I was getting tired Now Im brushing off the dust We dont need no water, fire burned it to the dust Nigga grind hard, roaches turning into musk People hear his pain, I consider that a plus Im a grown man, so a few I have trust to Do the Right Thing The Spike thing, consider me the in-between The new regime taking over Either we each others opposition or you soldier Used to have the whole state of NC on my shoulder then I passed it Off to the next, you unlucky bastard Im getting drunk same time every year To celebrate the life, Rosie no longer here I swear A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Kendrick, show these muhfuckers how we rock A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Big Pooh, show these muhfuckers how we rock Me and Big Pooh like the definition of a two-man city zoo Even Zeus can get beat up from punchlines When I kick it and pump mine, Ive got to be a prophet Ive gotta make a profit big enough to have a thirty pound wallet Im a Hub City representer, so Ive got to represent the City like a District Attorney beatin the case for killers Might walk around in gurney, this is my sickest winter Since I had the flu and flew in the hospital with the shivers U-P-S, I deliver Little brown boy get the pick of the litter No glitter, all guts, no glory Station on repeat, they retread the same story New niggas bore me, tryna progress to that old shit Have a plate, that food for your soul tip Drill it in your head, youngun its that real Hip- Hop along fore you get your little ass whipped A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Kendrick, show these muhfuckers how we rock A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop A yes yes yall, and you dont stop Big Pooh, show these muhfuckers how we rock

Starin’ at Marilyn Monroe’s silhouette While smokin’ my first cigarette Listenin’ to Marvin ask his father about his death How you shoot a nigga out, then shoot a nigga out? Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch Pass me the blunt, he was smokin’ when he died You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide? I don’t, it’s either kill or you be killed Ten pints of blood per human, ain’t no refills One thing about us humans, nigga, we kill Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will Take a life, lethal injection or free will Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he kill? That ain’t none of my business, though But I’m the type of motherfucker make it his business, so Open the book and turn that page It reads Arthur Ashe died from AIDS, no That’s murder, nigga Murder Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell ‘em it’s Murder The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like Murder Murder, murder, murder, murder Murder, murder, murder, murder Malcolm X standing on that stage It was staged for him to see that gauge Murder, nigga Doctor King outside that room Who knew that he would die that soon? That’s murder, nigga JFK sittin’ in that drop He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top It’s murder, nigga Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac They both was ridin’ passenger when they got shot, it’s murder Who the fuck killed Michael Jackson, his physician? He died slow in his music, you ain’t really listen Now his daughter gettin’ slapped by his sister And that’s probably gon’ kill they mama So I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I’m sorry Ms. Houston, sissy Might shed a tear but ain’t no sissy ‘Cause Whitney’s sill with me And her death kinda hurt a nigga So let’s get back to talkin’ ‘bout murder, nigga John Lennon got shot in the back And Paul McCartney couldn’t do shit ‘bout that ‘Cause it was murder, nigga Listen, this ain’t about you and me It’s about Trayvon Martin and Huey P And how they shot down Sam Cooke Twelve years of school and it ain’t in one damn book Lee Harvey Oswald ‘bout to serve a sentence From the crowd comes a revolver That’s murder, nigga Gaspin’ for air, niggas cling on Tryin’ to fight the inevitable, sing on You hear that fat lady warmin’ up? The end came without a warning, huh? Them niggas real with them rags on Niggas get killed ‘bout them flags, homes The Game told you what the play was So it don’t matter what you say, cuz Say Blood, these niggas livin’ what they die by You out here playin’ while these niggas doin’ drive-bys If murder was the case that they gave Snoop Then how the fuck you thinking they gon’ save you? Them niggas played you, you doin’ stand up You a comedian there, boy, put your hands up Don’t turn this to a 1-8-7 I have you leanin’ on the stairway to Heaven Spittin’ blood, these are tales from the hood Suicide sound quicker, but a murder sounds good Wish a motherfucker would try to play me like a toy You get a bullet in your motherfuckin’ head, homeboy The people sayin’ that a drug overdose killed Hendrix They bullshitted, it was murder Or a plane crash killed Otis Redding That’s how they said it, but it was murder The cops kill us at alarming rates They point they guns at the ones they hate If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down Then how the fuck did he die just now? Murder, murder (Nigga, murder, murder, murder

Alls my life I has to fight, hittas Alls my life I... Hard times like, Yeah! Bad trips like, Yeah! Nazareth, Im on one Homie you on one But if God got us Then we gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright We gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright 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 uh, uh 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 Everything I sow, so my karma come And heaven no preliminary hearing, so my 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 Hitta, when our pride was low Lookin at the world like, Where do we go? Hitta, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho Hitta, Im at the preachers door My knees gettin weak, and my gun might blow But we gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright We gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright 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? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, Im your dog Look, 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 Pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog, thats all Pick back and chat, I trap the back for yall I rap, I black on track so rest assured I right my wrongs; I write til Im right with God Wouldnt you know We been hurt, been down before Hitta, when our pride was low Lookin at the world like, Where do we go? Hitta, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho Hitta, Im at the preachers door My knees gettin weak, and my gun might blow But we gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright We gon be alright Huh? We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright Get back Look I started from the bottom, at the very bottom Mixin Hen with similac my momma knew I had a problem I was jibbing for a bottom, putting quarter pieces in the black caprice and make it holla No releasing me, I got the piece in me, I gotta Keep the decency and make them TNT my product Im a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer Inner-city bullet fly til that thing on auto pilot I dont really care about the care abouts All I care about is wearing out your upper body When I catch ya, when I catch ya, walking out your parents house Fourteen years old sound so raw making plays home boy Big Ks and my big dogs Never, ever, went straight home, boy

Yeah, see, I know I can make a lot of money doing this, man Its just the whole process that uh... That Im having trouble with, you know what I mean? I know you just, pretty much, you know Get the water boiling, and just, uh, get a jar or something like that Put it in the jar and just watch it you know bubble up and all that Shame on him! Lemme put my gloves on And my scrubs on Im the chemist thats whippin it in the kitchen This here is not for the children You need parental advision If you wanna learn how to cook in the dope business First you bargain shop Look for the priciest chickens I recommend that you pay Jorge a visit Got it wrapped in saran 17.5 no, drop four grand, this is LA man! Unless it be a drought But homie if it aint, then it is somewhere else Flip your hustle down south Thats a whole other story though Back to the lesson, hope youre takin down your footnotes, class is in session Get your instruments Grab some baking soda, a triple beam, a beaker And a hanger you can stir it with Split nine Os four ways in that 36 Place it on the triple beam As hard as it may seem, its not that tricky Say youll get it baby, just bear with me Confidence before compliments Now lets get busy This is the procedure 250 grams of coke, 150 grams of soda Place it in the beaker Your water should be boiling by then Grab a small cup and pour it in Twist the hanger until its paper thin Place the hanger in the beaker then give your wrist a circular spin But hold on it gets tricky again! As your hand rotate Youre probably thinkin its safe Until it starts to harden, slowing down the pace The muscle inside your arm is makin your joints ache Youre strugglin on the job, but dont lose faith Wait...you got it back soft Now pour some hot water inside the beaker jar The work should rise to the top Then pour some cold water on that Thats when the dope should drop Snatch the cookie out the jar, grab a razor from the cabinet Place it on the cardboard, then chop As soon as the razor hit the work, youre happy Youre excited that the chemistry worked This the fiends appetite This bigger than life You turned to Mr. Nino Brown in one night You should thank me twice Though you learned from a chemist who never moved a brick in his life How ironic...hmm Like most of you rappers Aw I dont believe that man Youre too professional with it man Theres no way youve never done it before, you know what I mean? That was too descriptive

Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single Okay, what these niggas hollin bout? Catastrophic K-Dot, bet I bring them dollas out Talk that shit, potty mouth, walk that shit, pep stroke Guarantee yo girl, get sliced like Kimbo Bitch, Im in the club, homies blowin indo Turned up, throwin up signs to the ceiling roof Sipping on that hundred proof and Im dressed in Gucci too And these hoes jock a nigga so I holla, What it do? Where you at? Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single Where you at? Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single Move somethin, move, move somethin Got these stacks full of hundreds with an icon woman On my left, my right, my right, my left, Im throwed Beyonces, two Halles and three Keyshia Coles Wait a minute , can I pop my tags? Can I do the fool? Can I swing my rag? Im a Hub City maniac, bitch, get it right Bartender, hurry up, put them bottles on ice Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single I got a hundred dollas on me Baby girl, I know you wanted All righty I might be in some loafers or Nikes Faded blazer or white tee, either way she gon like me I get it crackin for no reason at all Lookin you see that I ball like a pupil thats soft And I can tell you dont have what I have Which is a lot of juice, motherfuck swag Where you at? Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single Where you at? Bitch, Im in the club With the homies, tell me whats good Im tryna get these hoes single And this is my single I got a hundred dollas on me Baby girl I know you wanted I got a hundred dollas on me Baby girl I know you wanted

Ali, mix it Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha... I spaz out til I pass out There’s clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth Your parody’s not funny Apparently you aint nothing but industry crash dummies As long as the lord love me, I’m good I could: be the best rapper but I’d rather be the answer that capture the violence that coincides in my hood I should: stick a fork in this music business But I’m too deep in it like pussy on my penis Devil’s kitchen in Phoenix; that’s the heat that I’m bringing where the shade at? I’m L.A. radio and good music, boy, I don’t play that Ugh, Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein And rhyming like Rakim in ’89 Don’t wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom Like a man 99 years old locked in prison Don’t freeload on my vision Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden I’m always for the business, forever you can feel it Whether you Crip blue or a nigga that hemorrhage My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I rock I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun And the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props Hear the difference? I’m cool like that Oh, you spit? Well the retarded drool is back See, I’m the author of the authors, the father of the Austin Power fajja Who can bust like a charter, why bother? I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life But still I carry on like luggage on a flight The realness in my bones is the DNA to life I can give you insight only if you’re in sight I’m looking past y’all like a fastball - strike! And I aint even tryna give it my all - yikes! I’m comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable You couldn’t see my pedestal, because you’re afraid of heights Cloud 9, where you can find Me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime Wait til I’m in my prime The moon and the stars will align on my Louis V. belt like Orion To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mime throwing up gang signs It’s not all about punchlines, I don’t do that I’m a Jaguar; you’re just a new cat, now move back Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck I can never digress, ‘less I get demoted to death Even then I’ll be the best still, like a petty theft I will: conquer my biggest dreams Once you open the cage, I bet that I’ll spread my wings Nipsy got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred And all I got is bad credit, big ears and big head But still they’ll feel me, cause we all ate cereal Humped our mommas friends daughter while they bump the stereo Backflips on shopping carts, free lunch at the park Watched Power Rangers after school; here we go I’m so Comptonized, I will never compromise For no faulty ass A&R or CEO We aint what you think and you think we’re back But we’ve been here for decades, and I vouch for that Open your mouth for that, speak well like a great debater over iChat Get your other eye cracked I don’t rap, I-Iraq and declare war I enjoy watching enemies blood pour I came up lower middle class, not poor So don’t feel sorry for me, I don’t need y’all to love me I need y’all to feel me And if you feeling froggy to leap, then feel free My feeling’s all aside, my pride is deprived By the ultimate prize Imma get when I see your suicide

There, there, baby Its just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up There, there, baby ItS just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up Three women raised me Famous Footwear paid me not enough to blow up But showed up cause I aint fuckin lazy And teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I slumped In my chair and my grades, my head wasnt raised Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The dead society of a poet—homie, Im focused But theres somethin that a dude cant prove I mean, fam, I was damn near invisible at school So I banged for a minute cause all my niggas was Crippin Just me and my two of my dudes, Blue Man Group Had dreams of doing things they say that you cant do Cause everything aint black and white, less you chew bamboo So I was after big bills like a toucan do All the while, my mom askin why Im truant at school She said: There, there, baby Its just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up There, there, baby ItS just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up Ugh, so why aint I go to college? My mamas ultimatum, made me say that I know I got it My niggas said Vs buggin Stay on your computer software, debugging But we holding hardware cause we thuggin Now they in the traphouse with some guns that they done borrowed And all this snow, I call it Infant Sorrow With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow Sold CDs in the mall, making dough like Sbarro Then I left the hood, like, Fuck it, dont need the cargo They banking I dont do well, and I dont mean Fargo But even when you leave, somehow, it still try to follow Baby brother took a charge harder than LeBron and Rondo Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the Bible Cause they say a mind thats idle is a devils toy aisle My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol I looked at him, told him, Sit down, this information is vital, look There, there, baby Its just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up There, there, baby ItS just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up Living my life like Im living right In the midst of a fire pit, the gangbanging and violence Is the sweetest song, and I roam with the heart of a violin Dont violate my patience Im waiting... to kill a man As I stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal piece Im screamin out, Fuck the police Im dealing my cards with Jokers on em You can disown him or stone him Im throwing them rocks back with the fury of bullets You couldnt live your life for the moment When Im foaming at the mouth and my sharpest of teeth showing Im in the back of a black Buick finna black out, like February— Aint thats how Blacks do it, right? I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa Im screaming for help as loud as I can, but thats not working Im working them corners like blueprints Then caught a L on my first offense The judge threw the book at me and said this: There, there, baby Its just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up There, there, baby ItS just textbook stuff Its in the ABCs of growin up

I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I don’t understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t 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 I’m yelling Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t 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 don’t know what pain is How can I paint this picture when the color blind is hanging with you Fell on my face and I woke 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 that’s amazing To you that’s a quick check with all disrespect let me say this 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 Imma break out and then hide every lock Imma break out and then hide every lock + I am a human who’s probably gonna fault again Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me Things I don’t understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t 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 I’m yelling Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe

Jumping off the front porch with a new approach Dont approach me with the bullshit I remote to a location where the broom sit Here I go street sweeper Monday through Friday If not go we can catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Pulling up and hopping out Shell, catch it poppin out And I aint never been a Tom or a Jerry Pussy or a Rat, pussy on my nutsack Carry plenty Kenny tats, give me that, give me plenty fetti Federales on my back, pack them in the cemetery Send a scary hit out on your messenger Im ignorant to wrestle a gorilla in the center of an Acura Integra Im pissed off, so I piss off rooftops Drinking through a straw, fuck a rent-a-cop Im hot, Im napalm when the beat slap like eight palms And I wear eight charms, every airport alarm Go off till they tackle me, what I do wrong? Nigga it aint bout the chain, nigga you the fucking bomb Bomb on a bitch nigga then his bitch later Put the tips on the bitch, nigga you a fucking waiter I dont even want a favor, I just want a fair one And its like that till the sheriffs come Jumping off the front porch with a new approach Dont approach me with the bullshit I remote to a location where the broom sit Here I go street sweeper Monday through Friday If not go we can catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Droop-E, look Problems we solve them, bout that action One less sucker nigga, thats subtraction His boss is, factors on the team Real niggas, no actors on the team Not you, who Droop? He a good dude Put him in a bad mood, he turn you into goon food Im in the party, feeling like me S-I-C-K with TDE Your bitch want sex and my ear like wax And this Landy got her ready to get it hit from the back She shows up chump, salute give daps Get your face flat, you dont want that Get your nose tapped, you dont want that Get your life fucked up all over a batch Get cropped, get chopped on your head like a barber shop Have it out in the parking lot Jumping off the front porch with a new approach Dont approach me with the bullshit I remote to a location where the broom sit Here I go street sweeper Monday through Friday If not go we can catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Stay turned, super charged up, stoned Ghetto pass never revoked Mouthpiece faster than a speedboat Keep it one hundred like a C-note, pea coat Po-po tryna decode lingo Not drunk but Im finna be hella twisted Lifted like a toilet seat, grown ass kid My bitch always telling me, I aint shit She hate me, but she love my dick Trapper factor macker having money like a rapper Bumping local talent pulling up with the blabber Patna wanna challenge cause my pockets hella fatter But he gone be unlucky like walking under a ladder Put hands on a man, fuck unity Aint nothing between us, but space and opportunity Never been a sucker, never been a lame Stay in your lane, you cant see me like a stealth plane Jumping off the front porch with a new approach Dont approach me with the bullshit I remote to a location where the broom sit Here I go street sweeper Monday through Friday If not go we can catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade, catch a fade Where you from Droop-E? Where you from Kendrick? Aye 40 where you from though? Who bring it to their front door? And where they get their game from? And where they get their slang from? And where they get their strains from? And where they get their grapes from?

Pardon my Bohemian ways I know I act like I be stuck in a Bohemian daze You said you love me, so dont rush me Love is patient and now you gotta trust me To take form, like the canvas of the Grand Canyon Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn Carried just below the heart Quietly preparing for his start Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel You know they say Rome wasnt built in a day And diamonds need a while before they hit the display So I guess I see myself in a similar way Im paced, like my momma in the kitchen whipping Always mixing up and fixing Begged her for a taste and she said it wasnt ready She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady This is not a race track, living in the ASAP Im just trying to do it justice when it play back Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM So I can weave these dreams and polish up these gems In the end, I got love for the show biz But sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses Nah, I take my time and compose this They say greatness get better with time They say concrete roses hard to find Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom Its a secret garden in my mind Flower child Okay, buffering, creativity suffering When you bustlin hustlin for the numbers and You missed the journey if you climbed too fast The beauty of the struggle when it comes to pass Amateurs swear they need a balancer I want that legendary like excalibur Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor Traveler, never falling victim to these calendars Rough draft after rough draft No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft And now they calling me celebrity Only thing I give a damn about is my integrity They play the game like checkers when Im talking bout chess Tryna do more when Im talking bout less, I stress Quantity aint always quality So let me formulate my prophecy When the lights get low and you notice I am the sun The winter time was snow but only little you know I will still breathe, give me the keys Im resuscitating the game, see me in CPR My name is a gun cocked, gun shot Dead and I wont stop Gun cocked, gun shot Head in a pine box With a dozen roses, hold this with a gift card Gun cocked, gun shot Flowers on your mommas yard They say greatness get better with time They say concrete roses hard to find Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom Its a secret garden in my mind Flower child They say greatness gets better with time So why expedite my prime? See Im just a lilac tied to the earth Exuding the fragrance of light and birth So respect my photosynthesis My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow You thought this was a love song, but no I just need you to let me grow

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 Im not a newcomer, Im a new wonder elite 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 I can dissect any rapper You could vote for the Lochness You cannot test no key in the Tesla Bitch I ride like a freight train parked outside And my young niggas came with the extras Its alive

Reminder that you can click the images for more annotations. Every member of raps Mount Rushmore dropped new albums in 2013—Kanye, Jay Z, Drake, Eminem—but it was another MC altogether who stole the crown, and he did it with just a handful of verses: Kendrick Lamar, the latest—and possibly greatest—rapper to come straight outta Compton. We are 10,000 feet above Compton in a private jet, and Kendrick Lamar is explaining to me what happened to him yesterday, when he vanished. We had a plan: Kendrick was going to give me a guided, cue-the-G-funk-synth Star Maps tour of his neighborhood, the one he still more or less lives in, starting at his parents house a couple of blocks from his old high school, Centennial High, near the corner of Piru and South Central. Instead, he went AWOL. The whole day, no one from his label, Interscope, or Top Dawg Entertainment, the baby Death Row Records that originally signed him, could track him down. Kendrick was gone. It turned out he was sitting shivah for a murdered friend he calls his little bro—a kid from a neighborhood where friendship is defined primarily by neighborhood. A few weeks earlier, Chad Keaton, 23, had been wounded in a drive-by shooting very close to Kendricks parents house. He held on for a month but ultimately died of complications from the gunshot wounds. So today, here on board this Challenger 300 seven-seater, en route to New York Citys fall Fashion Week, a destination filled with people Kendrick isnt sure whether he wants to impress or fuck with, hes telling me about Chad. It all happened when I was overseas, he says. I had to talk to him over Skype on the hospital bed before he passed. Its been a strange year. When it began, Kendrick was already regarded as something of a messiah among rap nerds—one of the best rappers ever to come out of the place that has produced many of the best rappers ever—and since then his legend has spread fast. It actually began late last year, when Kendricks major-label-debut album, good kid, m.A.A.d city,dropped, to universal acclaim. The album—about a day in the life of nerdy Compton teenager K.Dot and his homeys as they run around in his moms minivan chasing that crazy-ass girl Sherane—is practically a black Ulysses: a portrait of the rapper as a young man, simultaneously a drive-by deconstruction of gangster raps violent tropes and a celebration of its signature, slow-rolling sound. On good kid, Lamar is our embedded correspondent, spitting triple-time confessionals from a part of the country most of us had forgotten once the rap scene found a fresher inner city to fetishize. Hes the games most linguistically cerebral MC, but also its realest—the one who finds the most vivid way to tell a story about his unemployed buddies trying to rope him into robbing some dudes house—and its this polarity that makes listening to King Kendrick feel like youre putting on the illest 3-D glasses in hip-hop. The music nods at influences far beyond the West Coast—Beach House samples, Dungeon Family lushness—but throughout, his voice stays singularly focused on a twenty-block radius around Central Avenue and Piru Street:If Pirus and Crips all got along Theyd probably gun me down by the end of this songGood kid, m.A.A.d city sold an industry-shocking 241,000 copies its first week and went platinum this summer. Then, in August, Kendrick snuck a sixty-four-bar Trojan horse into his buddy Big Seans song Control—a guest spot on a song that didnt even make the final record. After Big Sean goes on for a while about drinking champagne in Detroit, Kendrick wakes up the entire hip-hop universe, calling out nearly every single young rapper in the game: Drake; A$AP Rocky; J. Cole; Tyler, the Creator; even Big Sean himself. The dude slaps Sean on his own song. He also proclaimed himself the king of New York, which to certain East Coast ears sounded like a Greek dude strolling into Troy and dropping a deuce on the tomb of Hector. Control leaked on YouTube late in the day on August 12; for a solid week, it was the biggest story in music. Just a few weeks after that, Kanye announced he was touring solo for the first time in five years and that his opening act would be Kendrick Lamar. Kendricks career momentum has created a dissonance that must look surreal from 30,000 feet. Chad Keatons memorial service was held just before Labor Day weekend; Kendrick attended, then flew straight to a show in Alaska. Next it was on to Vegas to perform at a pool party. He only made it back to the set to grieve for a single day, the day we were scheduled to talk. It can be complicated and confusing, Kendrick says of his life right now, funerals for murdered friends one day, private jets to fashion parties the next. From my perspective, its not just Im famous—I still live in this world. And when someone back home needs something, I still gotta get that phone call. Its clear the emotions are still raw. Kendrick is a small guy, just five feet six, and with his black hood pulled up over his head, a chain around the outside of his sweatshirt, it felt like I was talking to a wizened rap Jedi. After about an hour of questions, I gave him a break, and he lay down on the couch to rest. Just kind of curled up with his back turned. A bit later, I saw a tweet from him to his 2.4 million followers pop up on my phone: When the cameras stop rolling, it doesnt mean real life will follow. Instantly it had fifty-six retweets. After one minute, 600. After two minutes, 1,000. Then he tweeted a picture of Chad: Rest N Heaven my Lil bro. Watched u become a man. U fought bro. The city stole yo life, but not your legacy. On the night of the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards, just as the heat over Control was peaking, I tailed Kendrick through the backstage maze at Brooklyns Barclays Center. At one point, he ran into Drake, and they wrapped each other up in a big hug. It was their first encounter since Kendrick called him out on Control, and of all the slaps in that verse, this one felt the most personal, because Drake had helped break Kendrick, handing the kid not just a verse but an entire song on his second album. After Drakes VMA performance of Hold On, Were Going Home, Kendrick made his way back to the greenroom, crooning the hook: I got my eyes on you.... He caught mine and smiled. You watch, he joked, Im going to be singing by my fifth album! I asked if this meant things were cool between him and Drake. He paused. Pretty cool. Shrugs. And I mean, I would be okay if we werent. A month later, it became apparent that things between Kendrick and Drake were definitely not cool. After Drakes new album dropped, he gave a pair of interviews in which he sounded wounded by the Control thing: You cant just say that and then see me and be like, Yeah, man, whats up?—pretending like nothing ever happened. Seemingly in response, during the BET Hip-Hop Awards cypher a few weeks later, Kendrick freestyled: Nothing been the same since they dropped Control / and tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes. I got Kendrick on the phone after the BET taping, and he admitted to being surprised by Drizzys public lash-out—Control named names, sure, but at its core it was a backhanded tribute to the peers Kendrick actually gives a shit about. Most of them took it in that spirit. Not Drake. Yeah, I guess he took it as a dis, Kendrick said, downplaying talk of a beef. But he was also clear that he doesnt look up to Drake, doesnt see him as any kind of creative influence. When I asked if Drake was a mentor or a role model, he replied quickly, No—peer. If anything. We all peers. When Kendrick Lamar was 21, 2Pac appeared to him in a vision. Before you roll your eyes, Lamar wants you to know that hes not the hermit-on-the-edge-of-the-Nitrian-Desert, vision-seeing type. He knows how this sounds. I was coming from a late studio session, sleeping on Moms couch. Im 26 now—it wasnt that long ago. I remember being tired, tripping from the studio, lying down, and falling into a deep sleep and seeing a vision of Pac talking to me. Weirdest shit ever. Im not huge on superstition and all that shit. Thats what made it so crazy. It can make you go nuts. Hearing somebody that you looked up to for years saying, Dont let the music die. Hearing it clear as day. Clear as day. Like hes right there. Just a silhouette. The visit from Pac changed Kendricks connection to the world he was chronicling in his music and compelled him to think more carefully about who was listening to it. It wasnt just about money, hoes, clothes, drinkin, he explains. I mean, I come from that world, but at the same time, I started to realize that theres people out there that cant really connect to that lifestyle. Theyre in the struggle. Much of Kendricks music now is an attempt to transcend his ravaged world without separating himself from it in judgment, about somehow gaining control over his households chaos—some of his uncles were Crips, and his father was reportedly a Gangster Disciple in Chicago before moving to Compton—and over his neighborhoods warped commitment to adolescent pride. Its an ethos that extends to his crew. They have a seriousness of purpose, a rigorous discipline that can feel slightly monastic at times. Kendrick doesnt smoke weed or drink booze. In the time I spent with him, I never witnessed anyone roll even the thinnest spider leg of a jay, nor did I see Kendrick so much as glance at the many, many girls around him. When I ask OGs why theres so much division in the streets—nobody never really knows, he says. But you know one thing that everybody always mention? A woman. A few hours after the VMAs, we were back in Kendricks hotel room and everybody was in a lull, staring at cell phones, waiting for news about afterparties. A plan coalesced to hit a party being thrown by Diddy at the Dream Downtown hotel. But one of Kendricks Top Dawg boys leaned back and said, Aw, man, I cant go to no club. Kendrick spoke up. We have to go. Look at you! We have to go. Youre never we have to go. You know me, Kendrick explained. I only go when theres a point. Usually the point is just niggas drinking. But walking through the club the week after I released the Control verse? Thats a point! Twenty minutes later, Anthony Top Dawg Tiffith, basically TDEs Suge Knight, asked if I had had a fun day. I said that I had and that I was surprised by their discipline. You guys seem so calm, I said. Well, Tiffith told me, were going to have to call it a night with you, because we about to get uncalm. You understand.The gossip from Diddys Ciroc Amaretto Launch Party/VMA Afterparty sounded like it fell out of a massive tear in the mid-90s West Coast-East Coast time wave. Bloggers breathlessly recounted a surreal scene at Dream: booths packed with hip-hop illuminati—Jay, Bey—mouths agape as a wasted Diddy, incensed by the King of New York boast, attempted to pour a drink over Kendricks head, only to be thwarted by Jay Z acolyte J. Cole, who was kicked out in the ensuing chaos. Naturally Kendrick himself refused to corroborate any of this. It was all love at that party, he told me on the private jet. After we land at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey, I catch a ride with Kendrick into Manhattan. His show tonight is a New York Fashion Week kickoff party in Chelsea thrown by industry doyenne Jenné Lombardo, and in the car he goofs around, imagining the horror he and his Compton homeys could inspire: We invited Kendrick Lamar, not K.Dot and them Piru niggas. By the end of his forty-minute set, the crowd is pretty fucked-up. Theres chronic in the air; models are tottering in their heels. When Kendrick launches into the call-and-response for Swimming Pools , a song about his familys dark relationship with chemical dependency—Head shot. DRANK. Sit down. DRANK. Stand up. DRANK—a wraithlike six-foot blonde with a white veil dances around a little coven of models. There is something demonic about the scene: Kendrick recounting his fever dreams about the grim consequences of decadence while presiding over a decadent Fashion Week party. Its hard to guess how scenes like this will change Kendrick and his music. Sometime in January, he will step into Top Dawgs booth again, and he expects to be just as surprised as the rest of us by what comes out. I dont know, he says. It depends on where my emotion is. How angry Ill be, or how happy Ill be, or how confused Ill be. At one point on good kid Kendrick raps, I can feel the changes / I can feel a new life / I always knew life can be dangerous. The biggest change in Kendricks life is the inversion of raps consummate observer becoming the observed. How will all eyez on him affect his art? Because hes already 10,000 feet above Compton, and rising.

I guess you could say, Its not easy I guess you could say, You live and learn I want yall to all em, I paid my dues And when its all said and done, I did it my way Ohhhhhh As the city lights up the night I feel soooo good cause I did it my way And I knowwww that Im just livin the life of girls and gold And I feel so good cause I did it my way Nights bright like Vegas The life of girls and gold is so contagious I been cold Took the C-O double M road Hangin out the windows Reachin for the world as the wind blows The crescendo of my career loud in your ear, ear Im proud to be here, now that we here This year, you could find me at The Cosmopolitan Holdin bottles, never bottled in Probly with Chicagoans And theres black girls modellin, lookin for a followin Attitude is tolerant, Im married to the game like Solomon These rings represent the dreams we got from the old folk Yearnin for The Gold Coast My soul spoke things that was necessary Found forever in ways that are legendary And through the drama, I stuck to my commentary Now that everyday man say that Comm is every-where Ohhhhhh As the city lights up the night I feel soooo good cause I did it my way And I knowwww that Im just livin the life of girls and gold And I feel so good cause I did it my way I used to dream of risin now I see it clearer How surprising, Im admiring that mirror Im inspiring the finer things in life And your time is slowly expiring, youre crying me a river Thats ironic because she have a river as well I like to swim in it like Olympians, Y-S-L And some Timberlands, high as hell A ceilin is an understatement, I burn through it, prove its a fire drill Fire hoes, bad bitches fire hoes Fire then re-hire hoes Her entire crew is tired of the liars that you runnin by her I can see you, hoe Plenty priors of a fuck nigga, nigga, I suppose I can fly her, put her in attire of designer clothes Dayton wires on the Chevy, why are you not tolerable? Dont you know they already fuck me, Im a made man Maids in the mansion, clean em up out here Ohhhhhh As the city lights up the night I feel soooo good cause I did it my way And I knowwww that Im just livin the life of girls and gold And I feel so good cause I did it my way Common Kendrick Lloyd Good cause I did it my way And I knowwww Hit-Boy Drama And I feel so good cause I did it my way

These streets is jurassic, cowards get asthmatic Astronauts hover throughout the atmosphere, that the ghetto burb Pull up on the curb , smoke a nigga then dip Its the immaculate, verbal assassin, strangle your perfect etiquette to an accent This is Jesus of Nazareth Spittin gold policies to a world unknown In a cherry Low-Low with four zones of weed, no sticks no seeds Prestigious when I post safe through fifty states, beneath the speed Can corral the largest crowds, mosh pit with a big dick Screaming bitches aint shit, she gobble gobble for hours I jumped in the shower I dismantle, devour, hardest Emcees softer than Clam chowder No challengers can compete, theyre childish and weak, detrimental Hazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and Frankenstein Im kurupted! Im kurupted! Gimme a hundred Gs for every Emcee I drop to their knees Verbically useless, oh you got the Juice? Ill squeeze you juiceless Catch you, hang you from many nooses Been the truth since, Snoop and the pound was fuckin over ruthless Young and Im ruthless, twenty-one with twenty-one guns, shottys thats looted from Pac, lyrical cyclops Lazer-in em on paper and fraudulent friends, bitch yous a bitch in disguise and bitches get ten Bullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal injection in a regal higher than church steeples, I swear to god Count your lyrics in a jar, Imma pterodactyl tearin ya squad, like pardon me in Terrance Martin in Aston Martin Cannibal co-existing with the coldest, that means Im the sickest, and Theraflu wont do Whenever Im kicking the wickedness, explosive, syntagmatic, smokin like the barrel of this tech aimin at ya neck Im kurupted! Im kurupted! Im from C-O-MP-TO-aNy nigga can get it, the little homie strapped and he with it At the Avalanche swap-meet Blunt longer than Rosecrans, Ill grab the devil then slow dance Practice trigonometry, practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches, you are counterfeit Worthless beats and verses surfaced. West Coast with a big scope kill all Yall Its Top Dawg, TDE, CPT Quick to tell a bitch jump on my dick A.S.A.P Complete havoc, compulsive disorder, rhyme addict -- Slaughter House is full of Joey, Joells and Royces for ya Live from the area code of Three-One-Oh Laughin all the way to the bank with three Elmos Three six-fos, One bottle of Goose, Im the truth, you could put your hand on the bible and shoot Im Kurupted! See a lot of yall get real disrespectful, real comfortable, not recognizin ya legends West Coast legends, Young Gotti I black out like Howard University when I verbally turn into Hercules hurtin these Emcees early and urgently urkin my nerves searching for certain certified nouns and verbs on the verge of vigorous victory. Kurupted

Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh The ground risin , the sun fallin My day is cool , my nights yawnin Uh, aint nothing else to do but— Move at the speed of light! Aye! Im takin flight Yeah, NASA left behind Im so beyond, somewhere with Megatron Im super gone, you cant relate to him And, um, let me free my mind Uh, I see it all The galaxy, she want my all Uh, feel like its childs play Now through a Milky Way , fulfill my destiny As I cooperate my record plays My record spins, nigga; whirlwind Yeah, I see it all; Become a star—tryna shine through the fall Ah See you in the mornin Take off, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Going, going, goin Up there, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Im sky high Nigga, Im sky high See you in the mornin Going, going, goin The ground risin , the moon fallin My nights cool , my days yawnin Uh, aint nothing else to do but— Move at the speed of light We travel like a comet, supersonic, just watch out for God, accelerate Movin at the speed of light aint no thoughts of me usin brakes Inhalin gravity, excel the Hubble Check my levels, check my levels, turn me up, turn me up What the fuck? Got your bitch, she on my nuts, on my nuts All because a nigga cool, man, I swear she act a fool Man, you know I keep it real —man, for reals Man, you know Im super ills , went to Pluto gave it chills Man, I swear, need no appeals , risin from my heels With no ceiling or a ground, prolly never comin down Yeah, I see it all ; Become a star —tryna shine through the fall Ah See you in the mornin Take off, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Going, going, goin Up there, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Im sky high Nigga, Im sky high See you in the mornin Going, going, goin My turbo boostin, my jetpack cruisin Get jet lag when I come back to these fuckin humans I could put planet Earth in a canister Then continue my crater search, with Captain Kirk Look at my verse, you seein signs? You hearin signals deciphered from District 9 No fuckin rapper-cypher when meteors flyin The meters are flyin but Im way faster Run away bet I catch ya, fire like striking matches Im higher with martians laughin in spaceships as stars is crashin Hover above the masses, a massive attack were mixin Kendrick Lamar with magic, pull rabbits from hats— Niggas—wanna hop on track—bitches—wanna hop on dick— Damn! Is that a fuckin blimp?! No, O-M-G, thats him! A shootin star hangin over a new eclipse Hangin over a big dip, when my music flip, nigga, Im sky high Shit See you in the mornin Take off, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Going, going, goin Up there, nigga, Im time zonin—tell em Im sky high Im sky high Nigga, Im sky high See you in the mornin Going, going, goin

Waterfront Sunshine A little weed A little red wine Then come The 5-0 Citation Its illegal We just wanna party We dont mean no harm Dont wanna hurt nobody But they make it so hard We just wanna party Just wanna rock all night Dont wanna hurt nobody No need to be uptight Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime Backyard Tunes right Girls dancin In the moonlight Then come The one time Regulation Gotta pay the fine We just wanna party We dont mean no harm Dont wanna hurt nobody But they make it so hard We just wanna party Just wanna rock all night Dont wanna hurt nobody No need to be uptight Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime Pour up another shot of Hennessy, my tendency to start the party with Probably hit that Bob Marley, I aint with that Molly shit Represent my nigga, bang your hood Bloods and Crips in the same building, its all good Im looking at this pretty fine thing rolling with her friend Hoping I can make her mind change, jump inside my Benz Let me get it cracking Conversation turn to plenty sexual frustration Fuck-faces looking at her, hard to not be impatient Oh, really though? You drink? You smoke? Get a case, get a 1/8, fly high not coach G5, sit back Ill drive, let me know On the couch, on the bed, on the floor, say go Say when, in the wind, we go We toast to the game, no games, we both really grown Im saying, you playing, I mean, I dance To my own beat, to the beat now flip your hands and Let the smoke burn, let the smoke burn in your vein When its your turn hit it twice then say my name Say my name, say my name, I appear like Candyman Dark chocolate, vanilla, I tell you this is Candy Land This is Candid Camera, theres no pauses allowed They dont understand us because we wont turn it down Middle fingers in the air, this is truth and double dare 300 drunk muthafuckas in the holding cell We just wanna party We dont mean no harm Dont wanna hurt nobody But they make it so hard We just wanna party Just wanna rock all night Dont wanna hurt nobody No need to be uptight Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime Its a crime

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 brought up I shook my head, turned around then found a $100 I dont know why You keep blessing me I dont know why You keep blessing me I dont know why You keep blessing me I dont know why You 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 So today I laid in my bed, stared at the ceiling Closed my eyes then asked myself how I was feeling I analyzed on how a saint can play the villain Is my life coincidental or just God willing I came to grips, jumped up, and looked out the window See my nigga had that same little boy that didnt know Bullets is nameless, I guess this is meant for Me to give them a $100 then trash my pistol Now I know why You keep blessing me Now I know why You keep blessing me Now I know why You keep blessing me Now I know why You 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 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 You can help me But this bus here is temporary So Im talking to You This sick world will drive a sane man crazy 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, when will it get better But the risk of thats 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 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 It was the next morning Three got shot after the club All listening to that small voice Oh you saved my life

Yo, this ya man Wiz Khalifa, yo LA Leakers, where the fuck did y’all find this one? I had that one zipped up with the good shit Everyday I try to escape the realities of this world So I tell a disc jockey “press play” while I press up on a girl In the midst of the smoke in the air The reflection of lights that glare She’ll be out of control like a hydroplane in plain sight I might have to stare And that’s power steering, a power trip will see my appearance Pile of hundreds all on a prowl like vampires in the darkest dungeon Speakers bumpin’, drinks is pouring We in the house, we paid the mortgage, tyrannosaurus That’s real big, pop my collar, pop that lid Flashin’ lights, model types, vixen show me much love Put the bottles on that ice, drink like we supposed to Fire burning, heads is turning, all I see is energy So eventually we’ll do this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the sun come up Smoke like this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the moon is dropping day break watching Then do it again Some people stay home and sleep, me I go out at night All seven days of the week, I live the party life I got my dogs with me, you can bring some of your friends We going hard til the sun come up and do it again I got a drink in my hand they playing my favorite song This girl that’s dancing on me aint got no panties on And she gonna come back to my hotel, don’t tell Anyone about us, I’m here to party all night Flashin’ lights, model types, vixen show me much love Put the bottles on that ice, drink like we supposed to Fire burning, heads is turning, all I see is energy So eventually we’ll do this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the sun come up Smoke like this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the moon is dropping day break watching Then do it again Come to my section And down some of this liquor Then tell me what it hit for Gon be some things I don’t remember So take some camera phone pictures Come to my section And down some of this liquor Then tell me what it hit for Gon be some things I don’t remember So take some camera phone pictures Flashin’ lights, model types, vixen show me much love Put the bottles on that ice, drink like we supposed to Fire burning, heads is turning, all I see is energy So eventually we’ll do this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the sun come up Smoke like this til the sun come up We’ll do this til the moon is dropping day break watching Then do it again Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up Where the fuck did yall get this record from, homie?

Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad It was a struggle every day not to regret your past Feeling cursed like you never ever get your swag And you was speeding down the highway when your threshold pass When you cried all your tears out And one page of your diary can tell you what your year ’bout That’s a lonely place My mama said “Son, why such a lonely face?” Because the pressure’s on me Plus I feel like Bill Murray trapped in Punxsutawney Dr. Phil told me that I can sell crack or hit the army Look at where we live at Tell me you don’t hear that Tell me you don’t feel that Show me to the way out Tell me when pastor Raphael gon’ reveal that If not, man I’m outta here I’m just a sleep walking robot that’s outta gear I stick my nose out the water to the sky for air Lama sabachthani I’m trying to see light but the devil trying to blind me The grim reaper walking with his shovel right behind me Trying to introduce me to the untimely unkindly I Walk the line finely like Johnny Cash But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the past So I spark another L then I go to the pad Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad I’m a thinker not a drinker but still I hennessy drag Alcohol numbs the pain like with novacane stabs In your arteries pardon me but my city go mad Via Compton California, corners with coroners and karma on em Colors corresponding to gangs upon us Common corrupted crip & piru’s cripple the city Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur’an can save Welcome don’t be afraid, your city similar right? Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights Stare at the sky wonder will you live to see 25? I’m 22 at 20 I knew I was against the odds This kid named Jonathan was monitorin’ His momma & sister, his older cousin he honoured him Anonymous bodies on his burner was astonishin’ To Johnny he might have been a modern day rider then He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big Fascinated by mayhem, what’s his cousin to say now? He wanna be from the hood that he’s from and thats one More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says “the hood made me” No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah’s with blah blah’s That sit on the block catching fades, hitting licks, going on missions with lunatics A 9th grade menace thugging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts An hour the power of banging, he was walking… 3 Gun Shots Little Johnny I think you’ll find, sir, that there will come a time When black people wake up and become intellectually independent enough to think for themselves As other humans are intellectually independent enough to think for themselves Then the black man will think like a black man and he will feel for other black people And this new thinking and feeling will cause black people to stick together And then at that point you’ll have a situation Where when you attack one black man, you are attacking all black men And this type of black thinking will cause all black people to stick together And this type of thinking also will bring an end To the brutality inflicted upon black people by And it is the only thing that will bring an end to it No federal court, state court or city court will bring an end to it It’s something that the black man has to bring an end to

Sail Sail This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because I blame it on my A.D.D. baby This is how an angel cries I blame it on my own sick pride Blame it on my A.D.D. baby Sail, sail, sail, sail, sail, sail, sail, sail Uh huh, Kendrick Lamar I look in the mirror and nothings familiar I stare I look in the mirror and nothings familiar I dare For you to say that youre familiar with character which this I have Mental is riding a big yellow cab Telling the driver to press on the gas Yell at them until I get there You could just love me and leave me alone Im warning you though if you love me you never go wrong We can explore heavy feelings of breathing mother natures air Feelings of knowing Im rather rare But theres a reason for all of my madness the gladness I am that youre here Sail, sail, sail, sail, sail This is how I show my love Let my soul sail before Im washed up Gotta drop down thank God above that Im high enough to give the sky a touch Maybe its my A.D.D. Im on the move like a real estate agency Century 21, 21st Century bare the birth of my history there can only be one This how I show my love Let my soul sail like Miss Aiko Sacrifice my life just to free the people the Jesus sequel So many admire us cause they cant see through our iriss I got an eye for her, I got an eye for her, I got three eyes I need three brides Sail, sail, sail, sail, sail La la la la la la oh! La la la la la la oh! Sail, sail, sail, sail

Im the type of nigga that get sexy on a bitch VVS Presi’ on a bitch Put respect up on my name, ho, Im heavy in this bitch, yeah Im the type of nigga that get sexy on a bitch VVS clarity stone, Presi’ on a bitch And Im feelin like the hand of God blessed me in this bitch Put respect up on my name, ho, Im heavy in this bitch I just won seven Grammys, girl, you gotta fuck me And I got a song with Beyoncé, you love me? Poppin wheelies on the freeway, Im a stuntman Got the city goin crazy, look at what you done man We just havin’ fun man, T-O-P the gun man D-O-T was on his level, vibin’ in the function 100K for a walkthrough, why you talkin to me? Starin’ at a dead president, they be talkin to me, but look Im the type that get sassy on a bitch One thing I cant stand is a messy lil’ bitch And a lotta yall niggas undercover male groupies 105 with the window down, bumpin Fugees Doing what I want, yeah, Im filthy Ima flex hard til it kill me Handsome, say she wanna fuck me cause Im handsome Im the type that get sexy on a bitch Put respect up on my name, ho, Im heavy in this bitch, yeah Handsome, say she wanna fuck me cause Im handsome Big chillin with my foolies and we all cool Hit em with the whole foolie, we dont argue You aint hoppin out on the mission, man, thats awful You aint countin money, checkin chicken, man, thats awful And I got a car full of them female fossils Lil baby actin fool with it, take a jaw full I be drippin sauce too, I done took a loss too I done fell on my pocket, thats just what a boss do Aint nothin to a full-time player on the deep end Always on the deep end, Im ballin on the deep end My acebooncoon say they callin on the deep end Ima pledge to this whole dollar with allegiance But Ima get sassy on a bitch Hit em with the wam-bam, break a levy on a bitch, yeah I lift my shirt up, then I do my dance I can manage for the cameras somehow Doing what I want, yeah, Im filthy Ima flex hard til it kill me Handsome, say she wanna fuck me cause Im handsome Im the type that get sexy on a bitch Put respect up on my name, ho, Im heavy in this bitch, yeah Handsome, say she wanna fuck me cause Im handsome

His eyes bloodshot red I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother Reminiscin on them playing Sega with each other He was hurtin, I could see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex I stood by his side because that was my homie Gave him a hug, some of his brothers blood got on me Clinchin his fist on some angry shit Stood up, sat back down on the curb and asked me who they be hangin with I wasnt sure, so I gave him no answer But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war Revenge, what do you say to a good friend That just lost it and grabbin choppers out of the closet? I tried my best to make him re-neg But he was like, My nig, this feelin is more than personal I stood down He hopped in a four-door Honda Accord Before he bent the block, he said, K-Dot... ...You wouldnt understand (These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, oh woe) Or, at least, try to understand (The city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, oh woe) Corners become monuments for the dead Candles on the pavement, postcard read Rest in peace, the yellow tape blockin off the streets A baby mama yellin at the police But you dont understand You figure that were just a bunch of niggas but the picture heres a story untold See, this wasnt in our plans Babies from the late 80s wasnt born crazy, we was raised that way Put that Malcom X book down, then raise that K Complete chaos when we off X pills and St. Ides Look the devil in the face, from a sane eye Cast the spell on you like Akeelah and the Bee Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted mind Substance, time, is no longer an issue We dont have it, so pass the tissue Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can And tell her you understand, but you dont understand (These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, oh woe) And, hopefully, youll understand (The city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, oh woe) He came back fifteen minutes later He said, Dot, I went on one, do me this favor Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you This as critical as it gets, my nigga, I need you I said, Alright, so what happened? Seen a few niggas slippin and I just started clappin I didnt care who I was hittin Thats wild shit, but anyway, I got you I love you nigga make sure you hit me up by tomorrow I woke up the next mornin with a cold Allergies got me sneezin and wipin my nose when it was leaking Checked the medicine cabinet, lookin for some DayQuil But all I seen was some Aspirin, sjust my luck I got up, went to Rite-Aid Hopin that the pharmacy department had the right aid I bought it and left Walked to the parking lot, thats when I seen the faces of death Said they was lookin for my man, with a chopper in they hand Prayin it would jam, but you dont understand (These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, oh woe) Im tellin you, do you understand? (The city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s) Huh? Do you understand? (The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, oh woe) Its like Its a revolving door That Ive been a part of My whole life Fucked up, right?

Better off without you Better off my baby Better off without Better off my baby And Im better off without you Better off my baby Better off my baby Better off without you I waited for you mainly Cant believe you made me Oh lord of daydreams Leading on the maybes And why you would treasure me Search for you and rule me Close sits on nothing Why we should be killing Sorrow, sorrow Crossed hearts Im better without you, yeah Im better without you, yeah Every Is only half full in your thoughts You get no better now Patiently, cause youre so heavy in my heart I could do better now Im with you Im with you And you want me I can choose my own I know I can do better Love is life and life is love, I like to love Every part of you, the party life can never do enough So many obstacles the possibilities are breaking up Can move in hospital with that extra patient you got me stuck Ill play the prostitute if youve got the patience to pimp me But you never put me on the strip, put it on then you strip Put it on your fingertips and Ill kiss it off You better not kiss me goodbye, Test my faith and kiss the cross Im trying to go there, take you slow there if its alright Tell me that you care, baby, we could share a full life Truth and double dare that I do repair broken hearts Cupid shot me in the dark, stupid I didnt play my part Ask for your forgiveness, if its worth it I can serve a purpose If Im st.. st.. stuttering because Im nervous Tell me that you love me still, promise that Im staying still Honesty is all I need, honestly, we can build The stakes are full now Still, wait for you Im better off with you , yeah Im better off with you, yeah Every Is only half full in your thoughts You get no better now Patiently, cause youre so heavy in my heart I could do better now Im with you Im with you And you want me I can choose my own I know I can do better Im with you I cant choose life I could do better, better now

Real rap, I knock rhymes right off of your skull cap You cant see me when I step into the booth Your wish list, K.Dot, yeah Im the truth Stuntin, youd better get your broom Cause Im flying with witches and were going to the moon With this album, debut at that Im so fly I might float with the bats Yall know the most Biggie and Pac, they behind me as my ghosts Cause you think they write for me when I step into the drop My shit is so sweet, candy flavored, no youre not Skeletons in my closet And no, you cant get up off it This the freestyle, trick or treat Halloween, better come with me, Im sweet Pumpkins, smacking them across they head And Im pokin eyeballs out on the web instead He gonna gonna keep going Baby, sex tape killed me Ye, ye, Im so fly, right now Im so high Matter of fact oh we talking about the hurricane Im talking about New York, I pray for yall, know what I mean I dont want that to happen, cuz if so I might just start rapping Kim Kardashian, Wiz did that ass in Coming straight from Compton, I thought yall know I aint gonna look at the cards yet, cause Im bout to flow Matter fact, this the perfect part to talk about them Lakers Everybody thats disrespecting, yall the fakers We gonna keep going, off the top of the dome Mavs, yall gonna go home Teach yall to come back to my city Shrink you, G Five times, four times, thats the repeat Obama, we aint gonna talk about Ritt Momney Because hes whack, fugazi, fugazi I dont need to talk about the flow that Im in If you gonna vote, vote for Obama Hes gonna win, fo sho And we gonna keep on going Off the top, we just gonna keep on flowing We gonna get back to this little punk, hes crap Mitt Romney, show em how to rap Matter fact, this freestyle is just dedicated to him Youre homeboys right now with Slim Your chances, youre not gonna win You need to go back to where you came from, boy Its the ruler of the game Obama, vote now homeboy, hes got change Whats up

Jay Rock checking in, you niggas checking out When I grip the pen, thats how it is when Im on the mic Im the Peoples Choice The streets never lie I paid dues so Im self made And if you got something shitty to say You get slept or slayed Haters in the shade They running they mouth They steady talking till the gun in they mouth Go ahead and chit chat Thats when you hear the click-clack then its all over Too late to bleed, squeeze then flee Bleed the streets, bleed the beats True story Im straight gutter, all guts No glory You niggas whack with them same raps Yall bore me Youre all killers and dealers With scrilla like Kobe Cut it out, you rappers papier-mache K. Lamar my nigga, go ahead and take em away I said we dont wanna hear that weak shit no more My flow China white Like a sheep in the snow I go deep as the Bible, I could debate with the pope And you rappers go down hill Like a ski on the slope I been a boat with Papi But I aint trying to cop no work Im trying to cop me the boat and some more property I told Rock We gotta be more then just a commodity Make the whole name and entity to infinity Yall want me off the juice, no grenadine Could stop me from thinking presidential like the scattered brains of Kennedy After I shot, duck down So the crowd wont witness me Now, could somebody locate Mr. Shakur? And tell these Tupacs, they two shots, away from two blocks Of being neighbors with the Almighty Lord I put your best material in, then fast forward Kendrick, signing off Im sure your signatures forged, boy They say Im headed to the county and they said its for a murder In a zone like a touchdown No need to be turned down Catch a fade, mandatory Walk up in the dorm room just me and my heart Let it start Where you from? I bang back Start pushing back the rack So I guess its time to scrap Run that, Look I Whooped his ass for an hour Made his nigga have to drag him in the shower Survival techniques from the streets dont apply in here Just barbarious niggas wholl try your fears, ruthless Little church choir and Hells fire And lemme see you sing your ass out of this one Smashed out a victim Shouldve kept push ups in your routine Eating tuna for your protein Most niggas turn scary, fags get buried Snatch a mothafuckas commissary Dont worry Im a gangster Look First name Herbert Last name Steven Dont call it my government Cause I dont know none of them As far as rap Im running it like Im getting robbed Target wasnt quite my target Thats why I quit my job These niggas better hop on board When my ship sets sail and I sell a few records Sipping Guinness and set a few records Enough is never enough I gotta do extra I gotta go the distance I gotta prosper, I gotta put my mamacita In that big casa I gotta be the Realest if not the illest to spit a verse God MC, Pick a church Hallelujah Dont let the curly hair fool you My hair aint quite wool And my feet aint bronze And its inadequate thinking I used to run Nazareth Imagine if this hoodie was a crown of thorns You wish you had the stamina to go that hard Get your punchlines up, then maybe we could spar Your lyrics should make a point, then maybe we could score Then maybe I could show you how three met-a-four Metaphorically speaking Im more indecent Then papa bear getting distracted enjoying his porridge, peep it In a war, I rip a warrior to pieces Make a Domino effect, like Im delivering pizzas And if that aint a fact, then neither is Jesus Black-lipped bastard Puffing on a pasture I hit a chick till she holla like she caught the Holy Ghost Then I passed her, holy smokes I bring disaster to every quote You a Shasta to a Coke Im a master Sensei with a pen raised Build up bricks, just to break In the dojo blowing do-do And to be frank Im so hot I make the snow flake On any day Ab-Soul, now you know mane

And this is for the homies Im talking bout the swap meets, Rollie Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we... Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, Im tryna get blown Im tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac Brougham Looking for E.T. to phone home Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion Thats fashion if you come where Im from Compton California, One love to the murder capital under the sun Young niggas running around the street with heat bigger than me But I dont trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me its all good Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdy birdies Stopped at the sto to get some rubbers Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us And this is for the homies Im talking bout the swap meets, Rollie Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on And if you feel good Raise your hands high and throw up your hood Represent the city like you know you should I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on We got it going on We got it going on We got it going on We got it going on As I continue my day, quite copacetic Headed to my mommas house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got em Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions But anyway Im steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima Ashtray got a million roaches, Im focussed but feeling good The homies hanging on {?} and Monte Carlos Impalas and Tahoes, shoot something nigga, break that fifty Im grabbing the city like Im supposed to Making my presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say? Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G If you cant relate then please have a seat So, wherever you located, wont you let it be known And put on for the soil of which you was grown I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors While giving you cuts like fresh tapers Im such a fool with it, go nuts You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you duck Take em to school I must, this for the cool in us This aint for you, so what?!

Wait, wait, wait Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop, yeah Gang shit , on God Your bitch , no drawers My debut gold , I ball Hit that , so long Chick like whips, I skrrt off, race Money talk shit, I aint heard yall, ayy Brand new tits with her shirt off, ayy Nigga pop shit, might earn me case Mama in the hood, like, Calm down, woah Tryna move her out to a compound, oh Moved on up, nigga signed that road Top nigga, Top Dawg, top nigga, top My pocket , on swole My bitch , thats gold Wrist game , thats rogue She wan fuck? , for sure Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop, wait, wait Fuck being conscious, money and profit, I been on dollars I need deposits, I need my mama laced up in Prada I been impatient, lookin for statements Cartier bracelet, I aint have nathan Now I been wavin, pushin Mercedes You gotta pay me Ill be rich when dust all settle Fam be rich and dont got pedal I cant leave where Im from, the ghetto Bucket under leaks when it rain, the ghetto I cant leave where Im from, I promise I cant not have chain or diamonds I cant not bank account all commas I cant, I cant, I cant Look, you gon , pay me Fuck you , pay me She wan fuck? Say please Bring friend , maybe Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop Show stop , show stop

Boarding completed Id like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3 Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet At this time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features Relax and breathe normally Uh, coming down like Im uphill Hogging both lanes better than a bus will She tell me that my head bigger than a bus wheel But it dont matter cause she still gon let me fuck still I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather Then step out like Chicago in its finest era You niggas begging for attention, doing extra-extra Downgrading yourself, you get an F for effort Ha-ha, I let the world know I chose to keep to myself and let the world go And if you dont like a nigga, then let your girl know So she can be curious on Twitter looking me up Im laid back with a bad one, you aint never had one Ass so fat that it tipped over the Aston Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge come Hello to my wittiness, Im Cadillacs grandson And Im a trip Ever since an understudy man Ive always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby open up your ears, you aint heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town Cause Im a trip Landing on another runway, fly with me Or die tryna fly, a shot-down Frisbee Shout out to Black Hippy, nigga we on Like we never been off, straight shots of Patron Im give yall the business to give yall some business Pussy aint shit, I can give yall some bitches Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes Then wear off the Kangols, hood rats, I hate those And she know what this is, hey lil mama Seen your pretty ass around the way lil mama But why you always in somebody face lil mama? Embarrassing yourself, get off the stage Nigga, I gotta be that nigga If I aint, I gotta beat that nigga Curtesy of Paulas oldest son, pay homage Or pay attention, open your eyes and hear knowledge And Im a trip Ever since an understudy man Ive always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby open up your ears, you aint heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town Cause Im a trip Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me that Thats how I get at em when I look at a shoe rack Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few racks So I can live on a hill just off a few raps I want to live in a space that none of yall can visit That might be outer space, the Jupiter district I quadruple my vision If you dont see it then youre dead with your eyes open Ive seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking On some Compton shit Somebody thatll ride or die, thats a Compton bitch You see my city is the city of Lamar Itll take twenty years fore a nigga see them all The swap meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping The tree for the low, dont you know, Paul Bunyan Im on cloud nine, I can see rain coming So if Im out my mind, people dont say nothing And Im a trip Ever since an understudy man Ive always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby open up your ears, you aint heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town Cause Im a trip How was your flight Mr. Lamar? Good, hope to see you next time

Bitch, yeah, ha Compton most wanted, haunted by the ghost of the dead Climbing out the casket, with a bullet in the head All blue, all red, smothers every corner Catch em while theyre young like the symptoms of pneumonia Good ol California, killa California Where the violence lives, and the peace remains homeless Killers off the leash, at the mouth, they be foaming Mad dog mad dog, my goonies be some mad dogs Im in the booth zoning Like 28 grams, of the good yams Fiends line up in the morning Im cloning, greatness My words made of fire like Im rhyming about satan I could burn through some braces If I had em This is the return of the dragon Im not talking about, Bruce Lee Im talking about, true heat And it look like you got cold feet Step into the flame and I might rekindle your name Point blank range, as I take aim, at success Put a bullet in the brain, then one more, in the chest Im not thinking about no vest, that is not a factor I rip through that like I rip through a rapper Im not a rapper, I am a raptor Dinosaur climbing on, everything that I perform Mayhem, chaos, they pray i, fall Victim of a fight, which is a gunslinging brawl But Im all in all aware, that Im rare Like a flying saucer hovin through the air Kendrick dont have a spare, meaning theres No two alike, you can bet it, and I guarantee Im right Like a freeway exit, I hope you get the message Before your T-Mobile lose service And don’t log off AIM on purpose, you nervous Aint you, Im ready to spank you Discipline the disobedient hang em like Willy Lynch Dont fuck with me Im a furnace, burning, turn this mothafucka inside out like Daddy mac, mac, daddys back with a brand new bag And Im talking about, mo money pussy and pistols Students please get out your pencils Im about to break down the principles of the game Dont complain because, it could be much worse Whenever you took an L, know that, you could be taking a hearse Ask you first, dont trust no skirt because bitches are the biggest liars You playing with that you playing with fire Burn Straight from the belly of the beast Break it to the police Said he put it on me Im a ride til my wheels fall off with a G Ride with the P, 89 creep On him like a ninja, you entered the warzone Your home Get bombed on, like an iraqi, and the policy A guerilla warfare, that nothing is fair We playin for keeps, no food no sleep Im a warrior the coroner going to have to come and get him Put him under the streets, and I guarantee I hit em where it hurts, Im a lurk where he sleeps His alarm clock beep, I be right there Gun then knife, dead kids, dead wife Dead bedrock head shot, Im a hit him twice Then clear out the block, until theres no mo life there Top dawg ENT, bitch we right here We aint runnin We be gunnin Niggas talk alot but they dont say nothin Chop em up, slice em up, he a cooked onion Shake em down, break em down, throw em in a dungeon Dont wanna brawl with 5-6 hog Im a beast when I bark, every skyship fall Ground shall break, part the seas and the greatest lakes Anarchy is taking place, turn gorillas to bathing apes Im a gorilla in every state Your opinion dont mean shit mind yo business Before I give your mind a business Ask matadors I aint bullshittin Bitches Bleh bleh

My nigga, do you have a gas can? Its just been a long ass day, man All I need is a gas can Im finna head over there and Imma be right back (Fuck what you doing, man? Knocking on the door extra hard and shit like you just stressed out or something) My nigga, I dont even know where to begin, dog Look, I woke up this morning feeling fucked up What else is new? Like God be like, To hell with you To tell the truth, I aint been to church in like three or fo Years, not months, have mercy on my soul Threw on the wife-beater, put a fitted on my skull Took a long ass piss, grabbed my shades and hit the door I had half a blunt left from last night I lit that bitch up like a lightbulb and got right Started to orchestrate my day like a maestro I should hit the lab, I got verses like the Bible I heard hip hop need revival Its been camouflaged like the mascot for Geico In that bullshit, I took another pull quick My mind flooded like a fucking swimming pool is Went back in the house, raided my moms refrigerator But everybodys on a diet and my stomach aint quiet I said, Fuck it, hit the shower like a jackpot The weed got my teeth off-white like crack rock Toothbrush from the 99 cent store I got a million dollar smile, it dont make sense though Threw on my army fatigue shorts and a T that say Peace Not War Now everybody eyeing me I dont know if I need an iron or its the irony And by the way, Im at the gas station now But not to get gas, just another black and mild Shit this half a half a tank gon have to last until Monday And its Tuesday, the bitches still want me like a bouquet I hit my nigga Agent, he want to roll up two Ls like Cool J Im like, Alright, cool, Jay But I gotta be at work by 3, its midday I cant go in smelling like weed, he said, Okay Stop by the cheap tobacco store, two swishers for a dollar And when he meet me, we finna get high, like a greeting He told me, Drop five, I said, I got you next time Long story short, I bumped my head on cloud nine And Im chilly chill even when its hot outside Rode to the studio rather blasted I spit like a dragon thatll leave a fan flabbergasted Thats when my gas and my check engine light Clicked on at the same exact time I signal right And that aint right, I got shit to do today Cause any day you could be attending my eulogy Got to the studio when everybody left I saw a note that read, We went to go work on Detox with Weezy F My fault nigga, I actually came up with the idea to write that It was funny at first but A day in the life Of mister soul brother number deuce Damn he nice Im thinking if you only knew You could fuck with it or middle fingers up to your whole crew Tell em the regular nigga said it and that it A day in the life Of mister soul brother number deuce Damn he nice Im thinking if you only knew You could fuck with it or middle fingers up to your whole crew Now its 2:58 and Im running late for work Running meanin stuck in traffic cause the Home Depot is finna jerk I been in the same position before Manager said it better be my last time, but it wont I clocked in around 3:10 and Im wishing I didnt Cause UPS just brought in this big ass shipment And for those that dont know, I work at a record store And I make hot records Finished the inventory then I logged on Myspace I had one download and bout 16 plays 5 friend requests from sucka MCs making a name I signed out and had to question my aim This old-timer walked in and we got to talking about Eric B and Rakim And the perm on Al Sharpton Osama bin Laden, Obama in the office And he looked me in my face and said Im destined for fame Told him I do music, he like, Whatever you do, do it And dont blink, the moment you close your eyes, youll lose it Word to wise, that was some great advice That I took like I stole it, then my head sort of swollen I guess thats why I shits on em like a cleansed colon Told the rest of the shoppers we finna be closing I locked up like Akon and hit the street Its 8 PM, and I aint had shit to eat All day, KFC, snackers a dollar each Bar-b-que and nacho cheese I bought 4, ate 3, gave one to Top Dawg I wouldve had one for Punch but he moved like a sloth Im back at the studio now if I lost ya And everythings straight, you can thank great posture Hit my lil momma up cause Im trying to cut But she on the rag and I dont mean a bandanna She told me come through, she gave me head like Rihanna And I deserve a standing ovation for my swagger Chuck the deuce, headed for the car to finish off the night right But it wouldnt start Laugh it up nigga, laugh it up man Shit aint funny man, thats why I need that damn gas can Shit nigga I aint got 5 dollars to put in! Whatever man, bullshit dog, keep laughin (Tryin to save that extra dollar for that menu For the McDonalds menu nigga aint gotta cut all the time Nigga you gotta put the whole 5 in it) You gon shoot me 5 or what? Fuckin bastard

Greetings people Youre now rockin with the best Hub Citys threat Minor of the year K.Dot I know the hoods been waitin, right Imma stop being stingy Imma share with yall Whoever thought young Kendrick would spit, so ignorant Make street disciples go and get a membership Streets revival like Creflo Dollar hustlin on the strip This is church Advise you to purchase it or copy the worst Yall rhymes sloppy, I rhyme properly I jam pack Monopoly dollars by puttin 100% in every verse Add 10% more and what do you get A skinny nigga manipulatin the innocent I have no sense, ever since the Rodney King riots Mind militant, nigga dont try it Try to hold the peace, for I promote violence Yall dont rap Yall make a lotta noise like sirens So Im here to shut shit down The four pound decorate your city Make over your town Im not Diddy, but still a bad boy Til the reaper come get me, follow me now Where no man has stepped, no man has repped No man can withstand all the nights Ive slept Under my sheets, no life, thinkin bout death Fuckin with me, you just might lose your breath Ill take you to them pearly gates Them golden streets Plus a cute little casket so your body can sleep The Hub City shit is me Do you believe Its Kendrick the God

You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug like this Sophisticated gangsta, watch me thug like this Snatch your, uh, in a club like this Seven zeros, need my pub like this Stuck in a rock in a hard place I am thinkin I wont bump yall up, well, I am I got to get my thing off My style come from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2 And James Brown with his fist crossed I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers Whoever thought a billionaire come out of Compton? Multiply simple logic, its rules you can follow If Dre aint motivation, I dont know who is Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big Or maybe Im too pessimistic to know Im gifted Chasin hood rat brownie points and bullshittin I dropped the four on em, scrapin, hopped a four on em Grab my dick and pour on em Yeah, homie, Im still talkin that whoop-de-whoop Hoppin out on my enemies, I know who to shoot Back when my homies where I need to be Such a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke I watched a homie watch his son smoke I seen the sun set on my set I seen one Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him close Everythin subject to change Nowadays, the Compton Crip car kill each other Faster than an opposite color Homies whack out everythin, youre dead, homie Its your mother, your uncle and brother If God was a Loc, hed probably had one comin Damn, thats fucked up, I guess it is When you cant trust not a soul inside these streets I made a video out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see To let em know its more than just Pamela Lee They said, Good looking Paused the video the moment his phone ring That fast dollar was his only problem No matter how many times I showed him the Eiffel Tower The block was home and Africa was too far for power Then I knew And you dont and you dont and you dont And you dont and you dont and you dont And you dont and you dont and you dont And you dont and you dont stop This feelin is unmatched This feelin is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap Black Pendleton ball cap We dont share the same synonyms, fall back Been in it before Internet had new hacks My innocence limited, the experience lacked Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked The mind of a literate writer, but I did in fact You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic Remember scribblin, scratchin diligent sentences backwards Visitin freestyle cyphers for your reaction Now I can visit a stadium, pack it the fastest Gamblin Benjamin benefits, sittin in traffic Spinnin women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion Winnin in every decision Kendrick is master and mastered it Isnt it lovely how menace has turned attraction? Pivotin rappers, finish your fraction, runnin pure magic Thank God for rap, I will say it got me a plaque But whats better than that? I know everything I know everything, I know myself I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health I know fatality might haunt you I know everything, I know Compton I know street shit, I know shit thats conscious, I know everything I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma I know everything, I know history I know the universe works mentally I know the perks of bullshit, that isnt meant for me I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and money I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those thats hungry I know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and junkies I know if Im generous at heart, I dont need recognition The way Im rewarded, well, thats Gods decision You know, they know that from Compton School District I give it to the kids, don’t gossip ‘bout how it was distributed I, I, I know how people work, I know the price of life I know how much it’s worth, I know what I know and I know it well Not to ever forget until I realized I didn’t know shit Big Boy, what’s up? I don’t give a butt about no politics in rap My little homie Stunna Deuce ain’t never comin back So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax Bump what they talking ‘bout, this here is where it’s at Look, I came in this game, I stuck my fangs in this game I wore no chain in this game, my hood, my name in this game Now I double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up I’m stickin to the scripts like, “Yeah, em Benjamins can cuddle up” I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with them white tube socks It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this That’s what the chronic smell like when them chemicals mix Fifty-homie salute, I’m out to Compton Zoo with the extras El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans that eff with me Nobody can eff with me, tell yall to eff with me Jumpin out the Caddy, uh, just got my dick sucked The little homies called They said, The enemies done cliqued up Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everythin is everythin, its scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin, scramblin, football numbers slanderin Homie’s name on paper, you snitched all summer The streets don’t fail me now, they want to put the game in town From Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all around Ain’t nothin new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs Tell me they profit to fuck with you Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said, What it do? Can I get one more? Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin’ Motherfuck if they did, then a niggad be platinum Y’all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don’t ask about no politician at award shows No, don’t ask about my, hoes, no, don’t ask about my foes Less you askin me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I’m the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby “K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box” I box ‘em all in, buyin land stock

Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that Im mad Dont you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But Im just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please dont let me be misunderstood As soon as the beat drop Within two bars, you already said Im hot They savor, my fruits of labor My flow is sweeter than strawberries, oranges, and apricots God-dammit I raised the standards of the status-quo To go against me you gotta be more than professional You got to go extra hard like an erection with no protection And I be fucking all these bars We be sexing Im a nympho For the instrumentals, all right, I admit it Matter of fact I got a hot date tonight, real rap Take this and take that from the machine Got this money up, with no caffeine Prepare me is Kerosene struck by a bunch of lightening You looking at me then your sight seeing And what that means is that this human being is fly, dont try to duplicate Im authentic, I see you scoping my style like forensics, that is foul Tech! Leave em by the benches Im just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please dont let me be misunderstood I see the future better than your computers Apple software got the next 10 years scared Im Fred Krueger Rugers on my hip, terminate all intruders Leave them dead inside the sewers Shoulda coulda knew I was a murderer Burning up the very sun, the rapture The god is back, they said hed come, but I came faster Im not an actor, if you play Denzel, youll be thrown through a windshield The nine merely is handheld, the AK is hands on Now the battlefield I can land on one thousand mines and dont blow up because Im the bomb Inside your CD deck, duck for cover, guard your neck, I demand respect If I never see a check, at least I got these rap niggas in check Preach Tabernacle fetch the holy bible if Im lying King of my jungle, swear to remain humble, keep my vision tunnel Because I dont need to get sidetracked, my producer name is Soundwave and he gives me beats by the batch Im just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord please dont let me be misunderstood My flow cold, like Aspen I love to show off when Im in that Aston Look I act a ass, but Im not jack A east side nigga I can get you popped at A hundred rounds nigga stop that You cant make that ass sit or flip-flop back Im too gutta nigga top that This is lyrical homicide, not rap So dont get it misunderstood Say my name on your bars, shit Im in your hood With 45 goons 45 shugs Chase your ass upstairs throw you of your roof I see you big dogs, all I hear is woof Loud talk, no bite, you niggas is puss Im off that bubble kush, thinking about life Or how to make a mill and spend it all in one night I just might... ...Snatch your bitch if she got a great appetite For the top dog catalog, that means everybody Several bodies on the shoty dont make it eight rappers Damn I hate rappers, dont call me that If you called it how you seen it you would call me real rap I dont fabricate shit, all I do is keep it real Eat, sleep, and take shits wipe me down if you will Hold up, big truck, lurkin with the monster grill Four fifteens I got beat like Emmett Till Put me in my g-mode schooling every hot-head Tell them about the g-code, like eskimos My arms froze, popsicle Observing the game, Im so official

Woo! Shoutout my hustlers, I mean Everybody hustlers You feel me Look, look I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on This aint my story that Im singing nigga, but this is another song This probably your uncle song Probably your big brother song Your father or your mother song I understand your circumstance so in your head theres nothing wrong How you could blame how we behave? If we paid and we aint getting loans You dont know whats going on If you aint live to see this shit I cant describe Taking chances so they survive This all happens just to take a life In the end it was all for bread And use the heat just to make it rise Not sure how to raise a daughter But they know to raise the price, so what you goin through Tell a nigga what you going through I could probably relate I could probably be late And still be on time for you I could probably spit mind for ya If you dont wanna tell your story Its the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, theres nothing wrong But they dont know whats going on They dont know whats going on Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and its hungry If I cant lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold Your money dont fold but your mama still at home Fam dont want your dirty money You look clean, but your mother sad Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad Local block hustler, my father was a customer Moms used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust Moved back and it was primetime And now Im on my prime time But hustler turned pimp, doe He was getting pimp dough Now only selling his dope But now he selling nymphos Not so cautious about how he sells Made his way to county jails Now he lonely in them cells How he feel It was probably hell He got out, but on that same shit I guess when you loyal to yourself then you cant switch But how can you blame kid Dont know what he was goin through Cause hustle is his bread and butter He dont want no other food But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on Wake up early in the morn Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records Til these fuck niggas respect it Go and get it, make a difference Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and its hungry If I cant lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times Is hard at times I fall a time, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know homie I know homie Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and its hungry If I cant lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times Is hard at times I fall a time, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know homie I know homie We aint chose this type of living, its what we gotta do Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school Selling drugs or they pimping like some prostitutes Living in a nightmare, Pinching is what you gotta do Wake up Hello? Rise and shine, nigga Bro, what you need, bro What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall? Hit up the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars. I dont got no job And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean Yeah, thats why I said hit up the mall nigga what you talking about Get your ass up man, lets roll

Ha haaa Ha haaa, yeah Aww man, man, damn One more time, yeah Remix, remix My life is full of lust, things will never be the same Guess I should just keep that shit moving and accept the change Im a rapper dawg, Im bout to cop a chain Iced out, Veggies shining maybe then youll know my name Shout out my homies on it, specially from California Man I be killing tracks, twenty years old writings on it I got the connect, its time to get a lick I put my niggas on then we generating checks This slow as a cancer, I need a sponsor Or go to Averys college and try to be a scholar But the thing about it, got no dollars got no knowledge I pray God help me prosper, keep me from imposters I applied to school just so I can have some options I need a couple mil, Im trynna do it big If I never get my chance least you all know I live, I live Peas and Carrots, thats my niggas We blew up, you a eyewitness My broad put his finger on her trigger If any of you niggas come try and get us But only call upon the shit you want She lookin good and she got a donk Im a take her down and then wake her up And then let her know that I had enough Rollin round the city with the homies in the Fo Do Number 9 Jays matching perfect with the polo Boxing out haters in my city like ?polo? Girls with seven Ds, double Ds taking photos Grab them cameras, let you know you aint dealing with no amateurs Ask your girl, bet shell tell you all about my stamina On the grind to the come up Name through the city got me buzzin like a liquor but I never pick a blunt up Fly chicks all in the whip, you will never be ? But she really just admiring the come up Funny what these chicksll do when you making moves I had em propped for Veggies, picked em up right after school This pimpin nigga Gems drop, better listen nigga Chasing all these hoes will leave you cold Better pay attention nigga Flashing lights, lavish nights If I hit it once, Imma hit it twice Cold game Do it for my niggas trynna maintain Got girls blowin like coal train Throw a couple in the air like Soul Plane Ridin roun town, mo change, mo steelo New girl with me, but I keep it on the dlo All these things goin down, what you think she with me for? Look like she from Rio, sweeter than Tampico Hit the eastside, the hoes call me Domasito Crenshaw nigga, from Vernon ave up to Pico We just getting money, I barely got time to eat though Josh thats my people, Carrots get all the freaks though Ridin Round Town, Im in the back while shes driving Take me anywhere you wanna go, just surprise me A lot of niggas hating, Im just now realizing Your girl legs I will be dividing Her pussy be open, my dick just be hiding We just on the coasters, my niggas be riding Everywhere Im going, girls be so excited I went to your showing, no hoes got invited Come put out the beat, that shit got ignited My vodkas from Poland, Im not the politest I might grab your ass, I know you finn to like it I told you I cant drive bitch, police done took my license So I be Just... Ridin roun town, mo change, mo steelo New girl with me, but I keep it on the... And they all wanna feed my ego When they wanna lay up in the front seat do With the feet up, Beep Beep in the Regal Baby hurry up, Skeet Skeet she go deep throat Then Im rolling in the wind, Chi Town Top down in the summer time, brand new number 9s I be lovin that crap like its Cee-Lo They be lovin my crack man Im Nino She know that I see more C notes than you Give me Chemo, home sick and I need help But I hardly medicate myself, I doctor everything that I do Ive been the one, since I was one This game I got, it weighs a ton These bitches go, these bitches come She scream some more every time she cum Orgasms and a lot of Champagne Back spasms and diamond rings Diamond cut, nigga its no cut When I yell HiiiPower, TDE Gang Im ridin round, Im ridin round The corner from success, and I made a left Then I got it right, now fuck your life bitch Kendricks next Im talkin dick in the whole world Your Ex and your new girl Shit you nothin new girl Theres better bitches than you girl As I ride around, Im right around the corner from success Then I made a left and got it right Now fuck your life, my dick is wet. Pause Hold up man this my song, let me take it back real quick for yall Its young Veggies I prefer to just get the dome Little niggas was at home I was grindin 4 years on my own Dont act like you cant see a nigga In your past life you cant be a nigga You can have an approach, make a lot of money In the end you still gonna be a nigga To the government, my covenant Got attitude no Eazy-E Po pos aint seeing me Four shows and I need some tea Young and going through puberty But in high school man I made the Gs My legal grind gon take me far Im a porcupine Ill stab a heart I shine hard off my heart Gimme me the light like Sean Paul Shell drop it low for this young nigga Girl you should be askin to run with us Baby girl Im just one nigga I can only chill and have fun with ya Big dreams make big figures Ill wrap the city like big tigger Im ridin round and Im gettin it Going down and Im livin In life you always get a choice And I chose the right at that wisdom Gone Ridin roun town, mo change, mo steelo New girl with me, but I keep it on the dlo All these things goin down, what you think she with me for? Look like she from Rio, sweeter than Tampico Ah, the swagger Dollar after dollar Keep a bad chick with me And I always pop my collar If she ever got a problem Get rid of her ass to solve it Smash her at night Then I kick her out in the morning SWAG! Swag Swag

I woke this mornin undecided My demons takin over my life, yeah Sooner or later its a family divided These patterns gettin hard to hide, yeah They say I should be satisfied They tell me I got the world, but thats a lie I wished the way I feel could be pacified, sometimes I wish I was somebody Anybody but myself Oh, I wish I was somebody Anybody but myself If I told you Im bout to break would you look at me different? Character out of place, would I lose your attention? Let me know your intentions, cause lately I been watchin everybody Its apparent that transparency never seen monotony Got off of tour, lookin for closure Mixin emotions of bein grateful and feelin like some of yall gettin over Whats a puppet on stage, singin and dancin ablaze? But trading his worth, distorted by the money thats made A slave with a verse, I feel like Prince Rogers I feel liberation is free, I feel I should miss the Oscars Are you celebrating me as the artist or just a profit? A question I have for the ones around me thats turnin toxic My lungs been heavy from all the smokescreen boobytraps Reminiscin on what it was, and knowin that this aint that I vision a rock in a hard place Hope my daughter isnt born with a piece of my heartbreak You know stress carries on and your kids reap the mistakes that you made And I admit that I can be dismissive if I cant relate And I admit that I only commit to start playin games And I admit that Im bad at talkin myself out of shame But whos to blame when the crowds stop cheerin and they passin dirty looks? I now understand that Ill never be understood Isolation didnt work for me Socializing didnt work for me even Prayed about it, didnt work for me You cant cure this disease The pain too traumatic for relief Pull up the curtains, let the audience see I wish I was somebody Anybody but myself Oh, I wish I was somebody Anybody but myself

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper A letter in reply, 7 days later after I wrote em Stay strong, keep your faith in God, what I told him Hoping that hes listening Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies I can taste the salt from my tears As the water had start to flood on my eyes I know it gotta be hard being 21 Doing time in the pen and your Grams old Your brothers getting older And the streets is getting colder And your hoping that hes focused to stay on the right road Sleeping in a cell, its been 30 weeks Aint recieved any mail Its cold and the hole stinks And you cant even blink without niggas testing your life As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine Jason Keaton, I can only imagine Lifes about decisions man Its in your hand and you got it Just take control if you can Its in your hand and you got it Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby After he just got out, 15 years to count Havent seen the world in so long Havent seen a girl in so long And before the sun came up, he was gone Like a fiend off the best rock Trying to get his life together, or what not Typed his name in the system and they couldnt find his identity Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity Found a job, found his Mothers grave site, found a 40 ounce Then he found God, then he bounced, then he found a new chick Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didnt see Found this spot in Pasadena and shack with her, an investment Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes Only out a year, now facing life I can only imagine Thats fucked up I can only imagine, Uncle Bob Lifes about decisions man Its in your hand and you got it Just take control if you can Its in your hand and you got it Sitting on the couch, thinking about the ratio Of blacks in prison as compact in prison When blacks pack with minorities System grab more of these 18 year olds 18 year sentence with no parole The state wont oversee They make the term severe, a conspiracy? Thats what I call it, its full of shit A toilet can help quick, the government help? No, just put us on death row Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope Then hang it like right there, yeah Its justice for all but 90 percent unfair Care? No Alcatraz was purchased by a white man For 5 grand, with intentions to expand More prisons So these correctionals aint for rehabilitation They for grossing a bigger business Imagine Were being used Imagine The truth shall be told Lifes about decisions man Its in your hand and you got it Just take control if you can Its in your hand and you got it

My people dont love me Why we hate each other? Why we kill our brothers, why we hurt our mothers? My people dont love me We can love one another We should stick together because were all we got My people dont love me Why we ride on another, need to love one another We all we got My people dont love me I said we all we got, I swear to God dog we all we got My people dont love me This whole worlds spillin senseless killing Universe beyond evil, one topic to serve Be my black people, we be missing the point like Shaqs freethrow Sean Taylor, life gone because of haters A nigga he known tried home invasion, went wrong Bullet penetrated his leg, femur bone Days later, wake arrangements, flowers to be catered That was so impatient, take him from the next man Cause he aint got the will to hustle like he can Niggas would rather steal than think of a righteous plan To get residuals, kill for dividends This life is critical, we living in a time where 9-year olds tote 9s Turn 10, its Mac 10s and coke lines I wonder why successful black man gotta die from a black man My people dont love me Why everywhere I go I got to accumulate some hate? My people dont love me Genocide all we know shit, we basically in the KKK OK-K-K, Im trying to make my cake But every time I turn around you take it from me Black people dont love me Hate each other we do each other wrong Thats why today, black people lets love we Cant be a positive black role model Leading the future with no haters to follow Now thats fucked up, if I ever wanna see Success, I gotta see death? Be famous for what? He aiming for higher learning, you aiming to shoot him down He flying straight, you wanna u-turn him You burn your brothers bridges His accomplishments making way for your children Still you dont compliment, inconsiderate black pride No never been, never win, gotta lose Thats the slope thats for the black heritage We play the fool better than comedians Disobediant dude no respect, ethics I refuse to be a statistic But changing my community dont seem realistic Show me an African American doing right Ill show you one that will kill his ass tonight My people dont love me Why everywhere I go I got to accumulate some hate? My people dont love me Genocide all we know shit, we basically in the KKK OK-K-K, Im trying to make my cake But every time I turn around you take it from me Black people dont love me Hate each other we do each other wrong Thats why today, black people lets love we We stuck together back in slavery days Martin and Malcolm them dudes paved the way The bullshit we doing, I know theyre turning over in their graves The shit need to stop today Yeah the die for the cause, some like Jesus for us To become better people, think about it We used to run from the KKK But now we running from our brothers that be holding them ks Man, never thought thered be days like this Cant trust your homies that youre hanging with Damn shame, why you kill a nigga over a chain When you could get up on your hustle and get the same thing United we stand tall, divided we all fall Lets leave this bullshit behind yall On the real, the envy and the hate need to stop Black people we all we got My people dont love me Why everywhere I go I got to accumulate some hate? My people dont love me Genocide all we know shit, we basically in the KKK OK-K-K, Im trying to make my cake But every time I turn around you take it from me Black people dont love me Hate each other we do each other wrong Thats why today, black people lets love we Yall better wake up and smell the coffee We all we got man Its black on black killing each other man it needs to stop Real talk Black people need to smarten up We all we got

Two tears in a bucket Ill cry with ya, huh But I can never lie with ya I can never afford not to afford I can never put my plans to the side with ya I can never see a red light Like a deer with a head light I freeze up when I re-up See I really have patience If you relatin, only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it The reason why I never went to work for it? See a nine to five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth, I read the fifth amendment We both criminals with bad intention They say time heals all But if I could short cut my success motherfunk all yall Whats up Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started Ill be hard when I get through For example if I had to sample some funk like you Would I be funky too? And another thing It aint so hard, it aint so strange If I could be funky like you If I could be funky like you Brothers be yo like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? He was hard when he started, said he going to be hard when he get through He was hard he started, he going to be hard when he get through By the way I treat her You know if I need her See, Dr. Funkenstein Thats my spiritual leader Some suckers dont like it Cause Im a psychic And if you tricks dont like it Hoe, you can dyke it Its that self-made Kool-Aid Look what red and blue made Turned OShea into N.W.A Triple OG, aint never sold a key Aint never did time, they still respect mine Ask all the niggas, on the main line Who they favorite, and what hes made with Playboy, I aint nothing to play with Im dangerous when it come to using this language Me and star child, we talk to strangers All the real hoods are ready to bang this You might not understand if you came from Cambridge Im flesh and blood, thats hard as stainless Yeah yeah Its good to be hard Its good to be hard, homie But damn Its hard to be good Its hard to be good Brothers be like George aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started, Ill be hard when he get through Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I say, I was hard when I started, gon be hard when he get through Brothers be yo like George aint that funkin kinda hard on you? He was hard when he started, and hell be hard when he get through George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? He was hard when he started, and hell be hard when he get through He was hard when he started, and he gon be hard when he get through Aint that funkin kind hard on you? Aint that funkin kinda hard Yeah Aint that funkin kind hard on you? Since when did the funk become Shit, aint Aint that funkin kind of hard on you? See, Dr. Funkenstein Two tears and a bucket Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Two tears and a bucket Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? (Never, never stop, no, no Never stop, no, no) Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? (No, no Never stop No, no, no Never, never, never stop) Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you?

I remember, being young, dumb, looking for the next thrill Angry adolescents, three things on our minds Money, murder and you I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem Bring yo girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it Picture perfect, uh huh And I paint a perfect picture, my intentions to get richer But I aint tryna split the profit with ya Every pocket on me bleeds, Im a selfish ass nigga Mmm, deuces up, black coupes is us Or maybe the white on white, Ku and Klux Head all in the bathroom Beg for it, Ill be back soon Fuckin problem, fuck your problems I got my own but one aint a dollar I got five phones for five different reasons London, Tasha, Mya, Keisha Courtney, blue-eyed devils with no Visas Overseas, high heels, wine and pizza Overdosed on bad bitches, I swear One on both arm but need two pair, I beast I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem Bring yo girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it Yeah ho, this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now Vacad in Atlanta, then she goin back to Cali, mmm Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time She eyeing me like a nigga dont exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, Im Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. Benz-is-to-Me-Just-a-Car That mean your friends-es need be up to par See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway Dont get involved, listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holla back, Ill do ya, beast I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem Bring yo girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it

I cant be stopped Its payday and Im in the candy drop So for real, Candy Rain flooding your spot Firestone tires hot, burning the block For petes sake Im a heatwave melting your dot My ship sail, so I should move units and quick The whip trail like a mixed, variation of chips So when I dip, its kinda ironic And all I do is hotbox Hydro, call it a carpool Im from the west, where the Tecs is drawn like Cartoon Network Wetshirt, a marksman will become my ex expert Welcome to school fools, dont get an F for effort Top Dawg money gang, winter fresh, sunny chain Bad bitches Angry paper, got mad riches Who the fuck you think youre up against? Come again? Shades darker than the bitch, but I see you niggas And I, see you niggas, wouldnt wanna be you niggas Welcome to the C4 I got the bombs and the rental Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans Goddamn, Im the man, for life The left coast, bitch get it right Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental Its Top Dawg They call me Rock, boy Shit I came a long way from selling rocks, boy Bout my cash money, you can call me hot boy I throw shots, guns clap, like an encore Bs up, hoes down, thats right blood Cant be street sweepers, get your ass mopped up Damn, Im in a 2008 something Sitting on chrome buttons, nigga no bluffing Hit a club, all eyes on my neck Got $20,000 worth of diamonds on my chest, nigga Fuck VIP, Im on the floor chunking up my sets Twisting fingers with my niggas, blowing swishers, sipping liquor, till Im pissy, fucking bitches, its so easy Get the name, tell them the telly nothing but pipe in their belly .380 keep it on my waist like a celly K.Dot bout to bomb on you niggas, get ready motherfucker I keep a big loaf of the toast, be careful when the toaster pop Hashbrowns and all, shooting out tater tots Around 8 oclock I let it go for 8 a pop Taking off wigs like Im working at a beauty shop Im getting money, most success what Im achieving Being broke is childish and most of these rappers teething Still whipping the stick-shift, bottles pop, big sips Green hash in the back, something to make my heart skip You aint seen a dresser thats fresher and keep it ghetto Had a gat utter, sing to you; Reuben Studdard See my team rougher, yall fat; cream puffer Your broad serve the whole squad, call her clique fucker Start to thinking that Im the best, just sort of speaking More than decent, and fucking something thats Puerto Rican Im cool as ever, not concerned about the weather Getting every dollar, Im steady stacking my cheddar Hard as ever, yall cats soft as a feather Super clever, outdoing me? Nigga never Try to fuck me out my cash, dawg Im no pussy Got big cajones, my nigga you cant douche me Look, hard as a rock, look, yo Im hard to smash New in-dash, bump loud, speakers blast Heard a couple of your songs, your whole shit was trash Fucking over the game, your whole squad is ass Yeah, I tell em, I tell em, bang, bow, pop the man shit As a young whippersnapper, been toting guns in my pants Niggas bitches, niggas snitching, yeah they taking the stand Cause a nigga on the block moves a couple of grand Coming in wild, with 32 guns, and 10 guys, 3 Puerto Rican bitches, and a couple of 9s Shit, BO never stopping, cause the flow is a headache, and my swag is a Oxycotin Its Top Dawg money gang, 20 grand verte chain Bentley GT, 3 pieces, nigga fuck a raise Hustle like Im broke man, advise you to do the same Nigga rob me? Better knock it off man Shit, these niggas teddy bear soft They pull up to new coupe, watch me fucking knock their top off Bone marrow falling off, Mr. Swag dance, still lean, to the left, when they taking my pants Try to play this MC like he was light, cause you can get it worse than Harold did at that red light Pimping 24/7 like the day to the night Now you mad cause your girlfriend giving head right Moving through the block like a centipede No rooftop, who hot? Imma show them where the antifreeze I hit the dealership, and tell them hand me keys, like a grand pianist Damage anything said, then landing on top of your bitch, oops I tripped Im clumsy like Michelle Williams, or Jaleel White I feel like a Predator, and none of you Danny Glovers are ready for, Alien tactics The god is back, theyre on their knees praying like a mantis As I perform like Santa Clause Pause TVs in the Phantom Bitches on my left and my right like I pant them Dancing on the coast, emerging from the smoke Pimping in my blood, tell doc to check my pulse They knew that was K.Dot the gemini, with another cut like a Samurai Anything else is uncivilized Fucker

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit it, ya bish? Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish Dreams of livin life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasnt cool I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond Let It Burn came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Park the car, then we start rhymin, ya bish The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You lookin like a easy come-up, ya bish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish And thats a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That’s just how I feel Dreams of livin life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 after school You know, “Big Ballin With My Homies” Earl Stevens had us thinkin rational Back to reality, we poor, ya bish Another casualty at war, ya bish Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head He said one day Ill be on tour, ya bish That Louis Burger never be the same A Louis belt will never ease that pain But Ima purchase when that day is jerkin Pull off at Churchs, with Pirellis skirtin Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hopin all of em offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gon crash it when nobodys home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with Thats just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch Thats just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Thats just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Uh, Whats on a young niggas mind, ya bish? Benjamins and killin time ya bish The quickest way to make the quickest pay Even if its doing crime, ya bish Dreams of livin life like rappers do But for now I guess this sack will do They told em money the root of all evil He hugged the devil the moment he seen em It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin Everybody gon respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And thats just how I feel

I had no idea who you were Should have took my time And opened my eyes I had no idea who you were Should have took my time But my love was blind You was caring, you was sharing, you was thoughtful, you was sweet You was upliftin, you was different, you was commited, you was me You was supportive, you was honest, easy going You had promise, that youd never break a promise You was life, you was free, from the bull shit ... I think I had no idea who you were Should have took my time And opened my eyes I had no idea who you were Should have took my time But my love was blind You was insecure, jealous hearted, slight retarded I was nauseous, I was marching back and forth, and you was forcin me to forfeit Female fraudulent, you female doggin it Its like extortion on my heart and shit I probably fell for it, cause you was gorgeous Now your course, done ran its courses, and of course you know Im exhausted Time you know I surely lost it Should of been wiser, should of been cautious Should of been tighter with my game I chose a dame that chose to entertain drama and what remains Is hate, so fuck your fucking name You fake and live in a hall of shame Materialistic, egotistic, thirsty bitches Open house, and mouth for niggas to stick they dick in Thought you was different, but you wasnt Take that back, I wish I would of just fucked with your cousin Ass was fat, but never mind that We out here fussin, fightin Ask your friends to give advice, but they just like you Clashing like some titans, could have broadcasted on pay-per-view Promise that you never break a promise, should I trust you? Now you only go for condoms, on late nights just because you, with the bull shit I had no idea who you were Should have took my time And opened my eyes I had no idea who you were Should have took my time But my love was blind

Im looking at the flashy lights and wonder, the price and number Enticed by the glamorous ice, I wanna Unite with the Hollywood twice, my concertll look like yours And I wanted more than I could ever imagine, even a kicked-down door So you can hear that Im rapping, see, I can hear encore Struck by the fame bug, been fighting the same drug The feeling that caned us in vain, its tough love Please help me, please help me Im on my knees, please help me, need you to tell me Aint nothing bigger than you, I thought a Benzd do But nothing bigger than you, aint nothing bigger than truth And truth be told, the totem pole Of non-believers just made the cattle blow But I can see ya, even when my visions impaired Youre many moons away, but still youre right here You wont find him drinking under tables Rolling dice and staying out till three You wont ever find him being unfaithful You will find him, youll find him next to me You wont find him trying to chase the devil For money, fame, for power, out of greed You wont ever find him where the rest go You will find him, youll find him next to me Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh You will find him, youll find him next to me When the moneys spent and all my friends have vanished And I cant seem to find no help or love for free I know theres no need for me to panic Cause Ill find him, Ill find him next to me When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe When all I need is a hand to stop the tears from falling I will find him, Ill find him next to me Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh I will find him, Ill find him next to me When the end has come, the buildings falling down fast When we spoiled the land and dried up all the sea When everyone has lost their heads around us You will find him, youll find him next to me Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh You will find him, youll find him next to me Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh You will find him, youll find him next to me

Cardo got wings Its work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers I said its work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers If thats your real nigga, he gon slide for you If thats your real nigga, he gon die for you You aint gotta question when its brackin Just point me in the direction when its action Day ones in the sandbox, from breakin through them padlocks To burners in the stashbox, your whole hood mascots My whole hood mad Watts, thats gang, gang, gang We politic, on missions, dont hang, hang, hang We got bad bitches too, huh, and they blast bitches too, huh And they shoot the fair one too, huh, we can take it there too, huh Niggas win some and lose some, just went half on a new drum Summertime is overdue huh, double back when the news come Its work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers I said its work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers Back door, back door, East Side, we go back door What you wanna act for? You get what you ask for Ballin in the game now, East Side, we go back door Nothing is the same now, motherfuck the task force Came up and I went back, changed up, never did that If its taped off, yeah I did that, blew a half a mil, yeah, I did that On the blade, girl, is you with that? Ten toes on the pavement Sell your soul in the Days Inn, shacked up like a caveman Troopers on deck, secure the bag, we plant the flags So what we on next? What we on next? Rock bottom from the NGs, handguns on the ten speed RIP to my dead homies, loyalty is all we need, yeah Its work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers I said its work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin in this bitch, poppin in this bitch Me and my troopers

Hey little heartache, skipping out of town And let’s stay out of trouble, you make it look good Hey young heartache, you’re looking kinda charming On the cul-de-sac, where nobody comes looking Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway Let’s get into trouble, you make it look good Hey young lover, let’s live on the Broadway Take me to the Bridge but be sure to come look Hey young heartache, you’re looking kinda charming On the cul-de-sac, hope nobody comes looking Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway Let’s get into trouble, you make it look good And there ain’t nobody loving me, down The way you make me go places I forbid And the spaces I should have known And there ain’t nobody breaking me down The way you make me go places I forbid And the spaces I should have known Hey little heartache, won’t you leave your mark In corners of the dark where you make it look good? We’ve taken this too far But let me play the part where you should’ve stayed put Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway Let’s get into trouble, you make it look good Hey young lover, let’s live on the Broadway Take me to the Bridge but be sure to come look Hey young heartache, you’re looking kinda charming On the cul-de-sac, hope nobody comes looking Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway Let’s get into trouble, you make it look good In the late week, I was in London I really wanna get into something Bus way too cold And I don’t wanna feel that numbness And I just had a show, and I wanted you to go But you had one too, I was wondering Are the time gods on my side? If so, God, press that button Stuck on a tall-ass bus Like 14 bunks and I can’t even sleep And I hate getting drunk so I don’t got a cup But I’ve got James Mason on repeat I’m tryna stay on that good thing You know? Whatever song Heaven would sing You know? Broken up Alphabets How can I get this convo to stay comprehensive When the service is never working And the Wi-Fi is out commission And I’m not short with you on purpose I’m a man of just few words If you like to chat, then in fact My job is to make sure you’re heard Ms. Chatty — I’m like one message from calling a taxi Exactly, I’ll catch a cold but as long as you match me It’s actually a troublesome world when you think about it So admit it, we both could look good with it if you’re the stylist Hold up… Digga-da digga-da digga-da da Digga digga digga da digga da da You stay in that dank lounge, Imma sit an decide And P.S., the Olive Oils always love the Popeyes, I guess I guess…

I sit on the studio couch Ask myself, what the fuck am I thinking about? Thinking bout living without the past and the present A Dr. Dre record, imagine, I drift off, 600 seconds 10 minutes exact, letting my mind explore K. Dot had turned Curious George You know, off the hardship is what Im curious for Like what if Pac had never looked left to holla at broads? Before he turned right to get them shots through the door? They say Suge did it, but he was in emergency clinic So hed risk his own life to get someone else killed But in the process, get injured, it dont make sense Its like the Da Vinci Code, trying to solve the crime of these rap souls What if B.I.G. never did it big? Never went to L.A., would it make a difference in them bullet-holes? Would it make my flow more persistent? Would it raise up the bar of competition? Who knows Who told Nastradamus baby momma was fucking with HOV? Would the battle be less interesting if it wasnt personal? If Jay wasnt intimate, thered probably be less people listening People thinking its a publicity stunt What if he partnered with Jay and still didnt blow? Hip-hop would really be fucked Something like Milli Vanilli Nothing different, quite similar Filling up my mind capacity Thinking about Martin Luther, on the balcony What if the shooter- Better yet, what if Malcolm on the side? Killed two birds with one stone, both wouldve died Now lets rewind Before we go, can you imagine? Picture years with your mom Can you imagine? Hang her picture in the sky Can you imagine? Call emergency, Ive been dreamin all my life Imagine if Tookie was a Blood? Look, no disrespect But would there be more Bloods than Crips sets? Dominating the population of L.A., Orange County, the Valley, and back up to the bay? Matter fact, imagine if we didnt really start this gangster shit Yall wouldnt have nothin to spit No drive-bys, no flags stickin out pockets No N.W.A. dudes, just rappin like Cre Cru Imagine if Mike Concepcion walked on his own two Feet no paralyzed, would he be alive? Or would he been lost his life to the streets? No match, no cars in that driveway What if Freeway Rick never was a kingpin? On this L.A. strip, would these rap niggas use his name? Nah, what if rap niggas never had rap? Would they try to fall back on this drug game? These rappers ass backwards Now these rappers getting caught with the cocaine But to smoke, not to slang Imagine that people not knowing these rap niggas insane Just think about it Before we go, can you imagine? Picture years with your mom Can you imagine? Hang her picture in the sky Can you imagine? Call emergency, Ive been dreamin all my life Imagine life without death, would you even feel alive? Your people that passed, what if they never died? Imagine seeing your mom cry, tears of happiness Knowing her son safe, and she aint lose him to this madness The street living, what if the crack epidemic Never reached the projects and destroyed our buildings? Turned most of us to killers, innocent victims Imagine if heroin didnt affect our system They say drug money funding the labels today What about the drug money thats funding the C.I.A.? Imagine if they really tried to fix these streets Would they start in the hood, or executive suites? Where the real criminals meet, and principals beef with me You could possibly live without heat Imagine if Al Gore had won that election Would the Twin Tower buildings still stand erected? Imagine the penal system without witness protection Would there be these many cowards on the stand telling? I dont know, Im just speaking my mind Lost in my own soul, Just press rewind and imagine

Look, tell me what you really wanna see I had the greatest experience shooting that video, What’s it Gonna Be? I had to say it wowing, my heartbeat started pounding Walked on the set while she got dressed In cock rings on her outfit Janet, why you doing this to me? At the time I couldn’t believe we both were starring in this movie Youre in my video, you know a nigga loved it I spent 2.4 million on the fucking budget All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on? First rap nigga album you’ve ever featured on And I was weak in the Lord, despite the things we said My first words to Hype Williams is “I can’t believe this dream” Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better But I love when we shot together, and we rubbed up on each other But I’m a little jealous, Tip, your tongue went in her mouth In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account You know what we be ‘bout… Any time, huh? Any place, baby? Now, you know, at the time, I was really I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean? Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was Penny and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean? Ayo, Kamaal, you’s a fucked up dude for doing that to me, man You broke my heart with that, man Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like… Once a day, girl, truly We grew up with her through the lens of a camera Didn’t have much, but dare said I’m having her Shorty was the joint, here’s my case and point Me and ‘Pac rollin’ L’s in the trailer Both of us get to scheming how to nail her First movie about to come out in the theater Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck, so ill I gave her my code We kissed, I took her control, we swapped as all the film rolled A marathon, we kept this good thing going, sunset, the moon, it came on In my mind it would prolong Listen, the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit Me and Justice kissing keep it going, two pros with credit A memorable summer in ’92 out in Cali When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer Negative, but I’d give anything to be her dancer A captivating lady, I used to be her baby Good Times, they never fading Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes I can feel your hand moving up my thighs In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes I can feel your hand moving up my thighs

Been ready Jay, I been ready HOV, I been ready They say patience Everybody wanna know why my game plan so strong Cuz I aint gotta think with a light bulb on Nigga I eat, sleep, and shit rap; I never relax, been a busybody since I was born Is he really fucking with Sean? I reply, His pick, I would take a tool on. Dolce brown nigga, Im right now, you aint gotta wait later Where the CD at? Put it in the disc player Tell ho ride to it, I do it like none other K-Dot, definition of a young motherfucker with a problem Future of the West Coast I am And thats real tough Southern California, Angels, AKA LA Sharks Make comparisons when I seen him duck Man you think What was to Pac and Big, before? And that was before I picked up a pen, and when I did, my thumb and my index sore And then I started writing with it Found that it flows better, like a Venice Beach sea shore He dont wear the same clothes as yall He is cut from a different cloth Ya boy is cool, but Im a different frost Like igloo, every time I come off Every time I take off Pandemonium when I take off They hanging on the wing of that G4 30,000 feet and still wont fall Why you do that for? Why you had to sell out that store You made my record sales come up short My reply is that it aint my fault Blame God I cant wait when its my time No I take that back, cuz I got time I know that patience is virtue But that being said, you got time before I hurt you No lie I cant wait when its my time No I take that back, cuz I got time I know that patience is virtue But that being said, you got time before I hurt you No lie When the lights get dark And every body quiet, know its my part I might start a riot The main event Bulletproof under that black tent, you cant shoot through shit I never played the bench Star Point Guard Never pass up money, Im a ball hog Touch anything I get my hands on, into pushin like Ray Charles I never had no flaws Ooos and Ahhs after every bar Take your bitch, then give her back For no reason for, just because, yall actin hard Im bein myself And I got some plastic under my belt, so rest assured You dont want your moms thinkin bout pullin that hospital cord Went from a Honda Accord, to a Bentley Azure Back seat got a flock of broads And I aint gotta say to kiss it, just like Sure Momma gon clean or fix it Use Terrific, Easter Brum???????? All it need is a little season on Who said a veteran cant be so young? I sound better than half yall on Damn K. Dot, let me see your arm I aint gotta do a show, my jewels perform I aint gotta do a show, my jewels perform Princess cut looks stupid dumb Eyes close shut, all I see is dollar signs And I wont get enough till Im layed in the grave or hand cuffed up bout one time No Lie Blame God I cant wait when its my time No I take that back, cuz I got time I know that patience is virtue But that being said, you got time before I hurt you No lie I cant wait when its my time No I take that back, cuz I got time I know that patience is virtue But that being said, you got time before I hurt you No lie

Yo, Ab-Soul brother number two What it do, Tony Touch knock beats like I knock boots Propaganda when I step to the rest of ya You know they make it bigger then what it is in particular Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach Yes I said talent, Kendrick aint scared of yall, can’t even spell competitor Lord is my witness I remember asking artists in streets how they did it The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting How ironic, playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton I go so deep, like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak 2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars not me My sweet 16 probably need a school ID And usually I be, the dominant victor You know what time it is nigga Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction? I’m a slain cracker from being insane Pop a vein when I write this shit I’m think on the shit, Im vain and I think you’re a bitch A female poodle under some homos voodoo, sucking the industrys dick We catching bodies, fades in the hotel lobby, fuck your security And thats at the Ritz-Carlton My impuritys probably your best asset I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address Leaving them stagnant This is torture when I tort-ya, or escort you Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of Permeant handshakes, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait We keep the piece, but want the peace Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up Aww man they let a gangsta in here Awhuh, Looking for hoes who gon strip down to there swim wear Aww, Since I got older n made an escape from our family Niggas been causin casualties for any sucka or super sweater Say they can handle me huh I feel assaulted like, fuck around and get charged with battery Awwhuh, Energized, Blue ball Im high as wings, we fly to find the things On fire, Im carousing, n kick it like soccer teams, who spit it as precise as him Awhuh, got a dirt job for that, uhhh, yo, choppa that hoes a beam, Everybody focused on this animal So one who push the envelope, the remedy the antidote Mix the Henny and the Coke Sell the tree and the dope, rain sleet and the snow, do we sleep? Hell no I Pop a tag and pull up in a Elco Bag a bitch at Elco, run up in her tailbone Grindin cuz I sell mo, hotter then that hell boy Fresher than an altoid, see me in them tabloids Actin like a damn fool, running from them bad boys Keep a Will Smithon Wessen Big shell out my weapon, hit you like an astroid, get high wit androids Im outta space wit this shit Pass the L to Elroy. I aint took a L boy I aint never lost nigga. big heat on me blood Click defrost nigga. Lookin at a boss nigga Fuck you an yo boss nigga, Iron on me ever see a hunnit play golf nigga Get chastised for your raps with mad lies See mathematically I divide you academy Multiply the digits, spend it foolishly on women n Benzs Jewelry or new Benzs, two or three Who but me cool as Lupes CD Or cooler then the Shade when its 80 degrees You wouldnt qualify if you had 80 degrees There aint a place or a horse that stay stable as me You.. Feeling like a motherfucking animal Hannibal Lechter of 2012 Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled If music your calling Then you balling, pick up yourself If a nigga said he could see me Bet he told you in Braille, fucker Put you on front street, then buy some bread Nigga you lunch meat, shouldve worked at Subway instead Goliath couldnt bare my triumph Im a leader, walk behind me as I walk through Zion Swinging swords like Im sparring with a Spartan Watch they face drop when the beat drop I drop a real jewel like a Martin, fool Me and curtains ballin like peewee kirkland callin em kirk franklin Stomp em, leave em hurting No judgement for a plaintiff They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy as O.D.B But Ive been O.D. since 03 Thats March 14th, my first recordings I kicked its like sweet chin music on Chuck Norris Look, Look, Look, Look, Look, Look, I tell em Im just an average black man, gotta take a stand If I dont I will fall short, gotta have a plan I dont know my destiny, Lord knows Im stressed, but he woke me up this morning, its good to say Im blessed In this game we call life, gotta know the ropes If you dont you get tangled, strangled till you choke People think they know, think they know whats really best for me They say that I aint swaggin enough, I bought necessities They sai that I aint rapping enough, I need some concepts Man they listening slow, or they too deaf Shit I got what it takes to be a star As soon as Im on man they wanna shut me off Shining with the sun here they come with there clouds But I aint giving up shit Ive been runnin for miles If you ask around, they say Im the one in the town Jay mutha fuckin rock, knock a shit down Look, Look, uh, they say lifes a gamble Im just glad that Im winning, ya Im glad that Im winning Uhh, They say lifes a gamble, huh, but Im glad that Im winning Shit Im just glad that Im winning All these niggas cant fuck with anybody in my circle Squares take a pair to this shit we droppin right Im extra high, Im extra right Now Im freestyling like what the fuck is up, fuck me up Where the blunt at, can we smoke in here Say Ab-Soul wheres the blunt, can we smoke it here Got some mo weed, Hennessy, bitches in here Im bout to fuck her, her, n then in the couch right there You see how we do, right off the top no glasses Just me n uhh, Kendrick Lamar, we... After non sense, Im live and direct with a dead compass On my way to Carson from Compton, steady mobbin You know my squadrine, Black Hippy All I need is a pack of Black & Milds n an ounce of sticky but I aint picky Black lip bastard, black T lets back track Malcolm X was a government scene, Black causality, Black Thats too deep, and Im the bomb Thats like C4 on the sea floor Fuck wit A.B. n you can see more Soon as I touch this money, Im an act of Eeyore And as soon as Leor puts up a couple mill Im a drop a classic album, put up a blunt n chill, get the deal Its Ab-Soul actin an ass, bout to cop a number 22 at Jack in the Crack At the crack of dawn, I know Im a lab rat, Im up at the early morn Morning the formula to be as big as Madonna with my raps Call me what you want just dont call me ignorant I figure since Im in it I should be the biggest in it I even grew my hair out out get a little image And for the record Im mixed but what ever you wish Ab-Solo Black lips, black polo, Uh ohh, blowing dodo in the dojo

Yea thats right you better walk away Go on and walk away cause Imma burn this motherfucker down King Kong aint got shit on me Running them ghetto streets, I aint cooking up nothing But I got the tea kettle on side of me, that metal on side of me I dare you to follow me, Im double daring you to follow me where the drama be His momma in debt, so she cant pay the funeral fee So wherever them candles at, thats where the funeral be Kids dont get sleep, guns keep em up real late Walk in the school, shells laying on the concrete Take em to school, show and tell, for that final grade She gave him a F, I say that young boy deserve a A Cause she never slept where he slept, or seen ricochet bullets rip Through his cousins face, ripping his face off I aim the fifth straight, concentrate like Im playing golf Im Tiger Woods with a gun in my car, I keep one in my car And keep a bitch with implants, so she keep one in her bra, boom Shit, make room for the lil bastard The flyest nigga you seen on centennial campus The eight ball tucked in my jeans while Im getting patted down They didnt know I had it on me, stupid security No one securing you, if Im gon touch you If I dont like you, the Mossberg pump love you I take that back, it probably just wanna go and fuck you Go with you, then dump you inside the coneal confortable Defending my belt, depending on nobody but myself Unless you talking bout money, I need yo help I need some help, they say that my screws is loose Like handlebars on mongoose, this is true You tough rappers, Im talking to you He aint on no used to shit, but you see his face grew He say that he fabulous, but really dont have a clue That he just a puppy living in this zoo Shit, whoo, with that said, you should know I am the truth The truth hurts, you should feel pain when Im done with this verse Im done.... psyche, I aint finished Ever since the first grade, been bad with the run-on sentence I never sat the benches in the game of life I played the whole forty-eight minutes, Christ I rap with precision and lyrics, is grandma nice Im cooking up something, you want you a slice? Then get it Im holding my stomach, Im shitting, Im farting On any rapper thinking Im in his vision, is you retarded? The CL got my head spinning awkward Bought it last month, bout to put it up for auction Im not rapping, Im talking powerful And for that dirty money, boy, the Macll shower you The Mac disintegrate, and then devour you The magll forget you, regurgitate and sour you I world trade you niggas, north and south tower you Steroid, my authority overpower you, the industry aint affording me They might as well just give me my money and start ignoring me Cause yall niggas boring me, yall aint making no dollars plus no cents I swear, yall niggas foreign to me, foreigners I tell you what, go and tell it to the coroner Killing em whenever my performance come When I do it, it wont be nothing right after Im done When I ruin niggas careers, put you niggas in tears Get you pom poms, you better off, cheer for me Shit, the new money is here for me

Chyeah , chyeah, chyeah, chyeah Brrat, black Yeah Get it As we proceed To give you what you need T-D-E Hah, hah Omega Black Hippy came through to switch flavors Wake and bake, no taters Pa-pass me the ketchup, Ill homestyle fry em I was born in Zion, I defeated the Lion Soul made of iron, yeah, Soul made of iron Nah, nigga talking how you cant fold when you trying Strive for triumph Survive by any means necessary even if it means dying Fuck the world, missionary ; Malcolm got popped Obama got in office, and Im still on the block Aint shit changed, the grinding never stops Call it progress, and the reason why the chicks always fall in our nest Two niggas getting high, flying objects Yes! We got next, now forever the Hippy is black interrogated by Instrumentals that give me a rhythm Put the maize together and blaze , hey See, this is how we do Would say I thought you knew, but that would not be true In fact, ve Q And like all of you teachers thus far Im passin you, ooh Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Black-bla-b-b-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-b-b-Black Hippy Please fix your face We building up so much anticipation We finna shock the nation, oh shit, oh shit Constipation Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes We finna shock the nation, oh shit, oh shit Constipation Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes Fuck bitches, fuck hoes Activist Rebel without a cause Full clip left you stiff like a mannequin Hit him in his temple, left him at the Taj Mahal What you on? Im on some other shit Feeling like I stepped off the mothership We sabotage the government CIA gotta evacuate when we done The state troopers would call off the shooters at dead run Its going down I said Boogie down Bronx Bumping Biggie like Two side call it Twenty-two Im twenty-two and I rap like twenty zoos Mm, straight animal Ace Ventura couldnt find no cure So raw probably bite off the face of Hannibal Protein shakes, acid, and manure Black Hippy Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Black-bla-b-b-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-b-b-Black Hippy Please fix your face We building up so much anticipation We finna shock the nation, oh shit, oh shit Constipation Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes We finna shock the nation, oh shit, oh shit Constipation Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes Fuck bitches, fuck hoes Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes Fuck bitches, fuck hoes

ArtRAVE Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up Hi, I want to come and make peace with you But they wont let me No, they wont let me through I dont mind if they a-arrest me Cause Im wearing my Versace Why cant we just put on a smile and a buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz? We all might be sick Whether its at first or after a few drinks Were gonna unite, dont think Prepare, I descend from the East Im from Jakarta-a-a Were PARTYNAUSEOUS Cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Prepare, I descend from the West My name is Lady Gaga Were PARTYNAUSEOUS Cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Prepare, I descend from the East Im from Jakarta-a-a Were PARTYNAUSEOUS Cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Prepare, I descend from the West My name is Lady Gaga Were PARTYNAUSEOUS Cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy Roll it up, baby smoke it up til were high In a way, exhausting Were problem solving Drink til shes attractive Were PARTYNAUSEOUS Talking bout diplomatic I brought my plastic Making that peace attractive Were PARTYNAUSEOUS

Tonight, were gonna get badder Youre gonna get wetter Were gonna take our time Not tomorrow, no, tonight, well love Yeah, she got that shit that make you kill a nigga Crack that last bottle, Ill kill it with you Pour my feelings out and spill it with you Thats a no-no, but what he dont know Never hurt him, so just desert him I find it hard to believe that he aint pullin your weave No, Im kiddin, Im knowin my dick is different He kept his distance, I kept comin over and stayed persistent You bitin your lips, toes twitching and she crinching Steamin up the bathroom til we left it a sauna I beat it up and now you usin my tee as pajamas Your friends tried to warn you about me, even your mama But you said youd deal with the consequence, even if it was karma But how can I complain when you give me insane brain? Like you graduated with honors, you probably hate that Im honest But, fuck it, Im going all out You should too, good things dont last forever, I thought you knew Tonight, were gonna get badder Youre gonna get wetter Were gonna take our time Not tomorrow, no, tonight, well love Now dont you no worry about that Whatever you want, Im on that So dont hesitate, girl, when you lonely Baby, dont worry, we know that I got you Now here we go again, from the bed to the floor again I hear your phone on vibrate and I know its him But thats what happens when that kittys in the lions den You start lying and changing places You mightve been, I mightve been too aggressive But it was far from desperate I mean, the swag I got, just know its half the effort They tryin to toot my own horn But, shit, I sworn that I swarmed up in it, stamped and fingerprint it Left the coupe tinted when you played the passenger Dont be passing up til we finish What we started, you with it? Im with it Then lay your seat way back like it was vintage While I hit the highway and slowly puff on this spinach Camouflage emotions got your feelings wide open Im hoping you come to grips At least before you provoke em to trip But thats inevitable, and if I put you on a pedestal That means Im fuckin you on a chair Tonight, were gonna get badder Youre gonna get wetter Were gonna take our time Not tomorrow, no, tonight, well love Now dont you no worry about that Whatever you want, Im on that So dont hesitate, girl, when you lonely Baby, dont worry, we know that I got you Now that I got you about they thinking out you I want to stop and I dont want you to stop that Ow, we in a phase, oh, I cant wait Cause waters dont label you, oh, no, no Im from, came from the bottom, so just get on top of that How about with the top back with your top back? Take that off, uh, ooh, ooh, break that off more, more Tonight, were gonna get badder Youre gonna get wetter Were gonna take our time Not tomorrow, no, tonight, well love

I return before tables get turned It’s my turn, spur of the moment They re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap, I’m on it I slaughter every opponent to bits of components, potent You can’t fuck with the horse power, your woofing too much Y’all bout to hoarse coward, as soon as I buss, pause You put your hands on a broad and telling me you can brawl You thought you saw me when you saw Saw, frightening More reckless than a paisa driving without a license Hittin’ your new truck then leaving you hiking They said no, the industry let it go I cracked the window then hit the back door like trick dices Stickin’ and movin and movin’ and stickin’ the prices Uppin’ the ante before Im a antique, can promise you hear me clear Even if you eat 3 ears with Tyson Rippin’ the panties but bootin’ the wammys They dyke and I’m liking them all, I’m siftin’ through panties Haters’ll spike it Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis But I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law Track em down like the subway when they sub-par Sub-zero everytime I jump in the synagogues Send the angels, send the God I can make you look hard, I know I just let the thoughts take its toll More sentences than level four of y’all, Bogard Go hard, black tar, concrete, Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3 Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs Or die from my Wizardry RZA, GZA, Method Man I’m a killer B, killer! Be killed, make your embassy yield This is not your cup of tea, and oh They say waters run deep, dive in, Bermuda triangles And you will see us, we must leave dust behind Emcee’s duck, deduct, revenue declined When we touch down like a Running Back’s grind Can you keep up and keep us safe for keepsake That aint safe Compton!

What’s happening y’all? It’s Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out I got three microphones, three of the dopest emcees, a drum machine, two turntables and a mixer That’s all we need man, we’ll pass the first mic to Kurupt, yeah Im the militant military Bald eagle, squeezer, Caesar, Ebenezer I am the worst Thats what my bitch told me after I took her purse and shook her down Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch Im scandalous, I poke you like deer antlers, cancerous Cause I aint got no time to play When I ask you a question, answer is the lie where you lay Lay where you die, never wake up die where you lay Its hard to survive nigga or the high where you stay Im important like the Pope, Im the king of New York Im live from South Central, Im a Muslim on pork Kurupt the worlds fetish, they feen and scratch Im multiplied by twenty thousand fiends and crack You add me to music and the fiends react Everybodys addicted, turning bodies to liquid I love your style but I hate your vibe I dont want your wife but your bitch is mine Murder methods of mayhem, tap or dap up the great Arsenic rapper, sodium cacodylate Wizardry, misery, young Merlin She’ll love me, I make her walls fall like Berlin You ever heard of a murderer, well you must of my nigga Im a mixture between Big, Snoopy and Jigga I spit meat cleavers, Im saucy as Picante My wifes a diva like Beyonce but hood like Shante, motherfucker I run amok on busters They call me Kurupt, forget that, I fuck you up I sizzle these motherfuckers in the inkling of a second, murder method Ay yo, where my Compton homeboy at? Kendrick Lamar, haha, yeah Kurupt, let me erupt Like flammable gases under the Earth’s crust My flammable passion can get the Earth crushed It’s 2012 once I unveil lyrics that can derail a train of a subway entrance Say I bust like Jerome Bettis and that’s a must Offended the best, magnum on my dick defending my flesh Seven holes like a clarinet Clarify your worthiness or foresee funeral services Affirmative action pop up on your furnishing Unfortunate future for us to fly free under God’s firmament Me versus whosever’s dead, that’s God’s tournament Kendrick the Arthritis, hand that hates to write this What’s good, I’m in your hood like workers of Midas Purpose is to be righteous But my Malcolm X is extra’d out like a crip yelling his hood out when he fighting I never seen a key, all I seen was a triton I’m always kicking up dust, I’ve never been hiking I’ve always had a licence for this hip-hop Influenced by the rap that vocally said they killed cops I’m riding on E with a bitch that pill pop Now that’s the irony that I give you when the zip lock Bag and sell it at doo wop, after that pass the doo wop Lick a few shots for the few blocks that we on For ain’t no beat that’s flawed or unique so please don’t try to Xerox Copy written, niggas bitten My style since I was backflipping Inside canals, LA gears with the laces missing Me Against the World in the background, mama had gave me bowl cut in the kitchen Big cousin became a statistic, I chose the right flows and remained consistent Voila, now they got me, haha Expectations is high, Compton or Bed-Stuy To them skinny niggas in the Chi bumping Common But the only thing in common is crime and more violence I play a little game, you say you fly, I’m over fly I’m the pilot that’s left on the plane, cloud nine That’s where I’m at with it Punchlines till your jaw dented Catapult your Buick till your car spinning Watts up, Bad Lucc Believe me, I’m Martin Luther and Jeezy Hard to shoot and they need me Created from a grain of sand that’s rolled up in a rizla First time I met the RZA, I reminded him of GZA Back then I was a cold little nigga painting pictures Avalon did that, six pack Raised by them killers that’ll never bring them kids back Tiny Archibald on the dirty side of law I was inches from that building till my bitches tucked the raw, I’m lawless Hell to the supreme, I should beam that beamer for gleaming And blame it on that lean cause I’m leaning The movie is rated R, Shady, huh Dick off his lady friends in a Bentley, huh You ain’t seen us in a while, jack Rastic, I’m god and a buggy is a mousetrap You’ll become about that, big homies ain’t out yet Youngins run the city or the biddy like I’m about that Sharpen my tools, step out the kitchen homie Young Drake from kitchen told me that street shit is what they missing from me Is so I’m outside with the Eastside Sound of the piece and the heat flies Flat fleece, the fleece bang when niggas get DP’d at beef time Warren, no Griffin You listen, you’ll be held accountable to what I’m spitting I’m Johnny Cage with Timberlands mean I come with me You got the blogs, I got the streets I guess we even, not really I’m cut from a different cloth, rappers pissing them off Serving drinks out of gun stores, cocktails is Molotovs I’m bored crazy in a booth, if I don’t get that coupe soon I swear to God I’ll turn Hip-Hop Awards to a saloon Move, make way for the fat kid with an attitude If I batter you, I cook that last meal to faggot food, on mama’s dough You sugar puffs and honor rolls I’m angus like, Genghis Khan in my video You can’t stop it though, from P.F. Changs to Pappadeaux I eat a nigga up like Dominos, yeah Yeah yeah, ay so there you have it Terrace Martin Kurupt, Young Gotti Kendrick Lamar, Compton stand the fuck up Bad Lucc, Watts stand the fuck up, you feel me Crazy Toones, South Central, what up hood? I’mma get the fuck outta here, man I’m done, man let the shit talk man

Im on some other shit Yeah, me too? Im on some other shit Yeah, me too Im on some other shit Yeah, me too? Im on some other shit Yeah, me too What you on my nigga? Im on some other shit So what you on my nigga? Im on some other shit So what you on my nigga? Im on some other shit Ha ha Black Hippy My mind traveling through different dimensions One of the reasons why they tripping off the rhymes that Im kicking Like a Sensai with a black belt, Im that felt Give yo ass some pretty wings I handle Macs well Arm less sergeant salute me ,Ab-Soul-Loutley On some other shit leave the booth full of dookie Off the head like a noogie and my lifes like a movie Play your role while I roll another doobie To smoke We got em high catch another quote Look in my eyes, never lie boy Im on my toes Like a Korean with nail polish you niggas know Acting like you dont oh fo sho Tell em soul! Ha ha! You know we out your galaxy An astrologist couldnt find a better analogy Actually we the last of a dying breed Living life like its prophecy entirely word up! Black Hippy Thats all I need to get busy Turn your music to a Frisbee Then make your bitch frisk me You be holding rifles hoping that someone will like you Searching for a pill like the late Michael Thats dead wrong Um...Keep my heart strung Still fucking hoes like an off drum Sound of a kitty cat And its still a rap beat How you feel on that Well Ill sell our music and make moves in the 50 states The irony is Im in Compton with foreign plates Bumping Angel Milk, homie play your part I be coming down, you coming up short like an Asian bill Um....I think I need to get my shit together But whatever still flyer than the weather Feeling myself so much Im sharp I need more tunes to sever And my polos made of leather cuz Black Hippy Killing the game oh yes I am Bringing the pain as I am Youre just a sweet potato in the pan Top Dawg is the label when its written on my shoulder Top notch on my hand, Ill be such till its over Say hello to the man in demand would ya? They say when you hot then the fans will come So if I say Im cold then thats an antonym You cant stand it huh? Uh, yo yo I freak a beat like a nympho when I speak And so a syllable is like a sex between the sheet And you can buy your vowel if you show em the receipt To prove that my bars are a hundred grand large My futures so bright you can see it in the dark With the blindfold on the hindsight of a blind dude Im not cocky Im just confident fucking raw Before I knew what a condom is K. Lamar

Youre the one who gets my heart to race and my arms to sweat Youre the one Id risk my life and waste it on a bet Temptation sweet, I taste it That casino waitress, drinks sedated You the one I want, you the one I want, face it You the one I want on a one-on-one basis You can see my weakness, a week is not long enough I need every season and this the only reason You the one I want, you the one I want Leave it all on the table even if they catch me cheatin Doin blackjack, twenty-one, twenty thousand in it Probably twenty more before Im done If gamblings a sin, then Im rollin dice with Lucifer To make sure I aint losin you Thats what a craps shooter does, Im bankin on the win Bankin on the last, vacant from the job that I had Life savings in my pocket If I never make it back, then I had the option of takin a risk So before I slit my wrist, Im a cash in on this last poker chip You can bet Ooh, Vegas, baby, ooh, Vegas, baby Ooh, Vegas, baby, I was scared of you Ooh, Vegas, baby, youre Vegas, baby Youre Vegas baby, I was scared of you Youre the one whos got me drinkin wine until Im fallin down Youre the one who keeps the slot machines spinnin around

Yeah, Los Angeles, Welcome to the Terrordome City of Satan, angels cant even get along No lie, my town covered in darkness Hoping that the sun just shine on us Rolling up the kush, now Im letting my mind wander Into another place, I aint tryna go down under Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent The good die young where Im from and its sad to say That somebody gotta die today Tomorrows never promised, but we living for the moment Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math And the hood never have witnesses Cause if we did, then them shots gon blast As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends This aint the way my life bout to end So Im quick to grab on my pen and Give em something my people sure to feel Give em something that I know is all the way real Just wakin up, mind playing tricks on me Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition If you banging, be serious, boys run up in your pad Point-blank, period, moms aint hearing it Niggas said cuz lil nigga got blasted Oh well, give a shit, shouldnt half-assed it Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping Caught your ass slipping, now Im stepping up my crip and steady dipping Riding through the city in lights, living it trife Wrong intersection, ready to fight Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender? Better hope this motherfucker jam As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends This aint the way my life bout to end So Im quick to grab on my pen and Give em something my people sure to feel Give em something that I know is all the way real Uh, as Im hearing the first and second verse I try to analyse the feeling thats felt in the song I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church But thats a hypocrite because I aint been in so long I stare at the world from a righteous point of view And realize a crisis coming Novocain couldnt numb it, the pain is unbearable times two Lets rally a team, summon, and school the youth How you feel about it? Man, I feel the same way as you It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing Through the bottom of my shoe and if you behind bars Hold your head, pause And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waist I pray the intervention is divine I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in heaven But earlier than expected, what the hell? As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends This aint the way my life bout to end So Im quick to grab on my pen and Give em something my people sure to feel Give em something that I know is all the way real

When I jumped off the porch I was forced into last resorts of a temper gone short And, of course, when that took its course, hoarse when yelling out Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice Killers on side of me, privacy obviously was lost For a piracy of the streets and my Odyssey Caught a bullet that probably destroyed... A good kid in a mad city, slightly annoyed I walk down the street with no heat and run into beef when I’m just a vegan Reeking the scent of a saint, sinners smell it then start squeezing Pellets tumbling straight at my melon, apparent reason... Because my cousins cuzzin a Blood That was Blooding in public and Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin But you aint no kin to me, probably Kendrick Im Kennedy Assassinate my character, shoot as your remedy Fair enough I got enemies but I don’t bang But thats the repercussion like when your cousin’s cuzzin a blood And you’re by yourself at the Compton parade Good Kid M.A.A.D City Life or death Is you with me? Wassup

Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom Now Im on top, pocket full of guacamole in it, no lie The windows on the Continental tinted Cocaine colored, its a dope ride Them dope boys outside Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack If you want it we got it, thats where them goods at Nickerson Gardens, project parties Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi Guns, enemies that come through, spark them Throw em in a dumpster; you loved one, you lost him I dont dance I just boogie a lot No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot White tee under that back against the wall West coast rocking to the beat, now Im telling yall Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it Look, I know some bad ass bitches that go hard on it Addicted to that sex, they be traveling in packs They be off that X, and theyll let you fuck fast if you got some cess I aint gon lie about it I aint bullshitting, come to my block boy Welcome to Hells kitchen, we bring that heat to you Too much of a real nigga not to see through you Wet him like faucet, bullet sink through you They speed through you, they eat through you Two lullaby burners, let em sing to you The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears You got to love it you got to hate it I got to be my hometown favourite Watts representer, say hello to your mayor Everybody put them Ws in the air May I show you the plan I lay out My disc will never play out, I tell yall to Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it Swing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes Kush blunts all in the air, I smell lows Compton swap meets to freaks on Melrose This is California, killers on them corners From Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood Back down, them gangsters will be on you Block hot as a sauna, uh We in the club, zonin, Patronin My knuckleheads roamin, they on and we on it Its jerkin, poppin, brackin, whatever you want to call it Whats happenin, we smashin, crashin your hood My nigga whats good? Staying sucker-free, just as well as you should I pull up in that motherfuckin big-ass truck What the fuck? Im on Where your bitch? She gone with a real nigga I hop up out that ho asking how you feel nigga I press blood; throw your sets up! Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it

Mic check Ali The mic dont sound right Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick Even the shooters can get shot Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick Even the shooters can get shot Uhh Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly I write till I ignite my cerebellum Close to the pen like I had 3 felons Come from a city where niggas show no remorse And a corpse is just another hommy taking its course Of course my dream was to play in the Final Four Till the twelfth grade came and I was only 54 So now Im a graduate looking to get hired My pops knew a security job he inquired But ignorance is bliss, thats what I was told I stopped, dropped and rolled when somebody yelled fired Now there goes another black boy unemployed With a lot of free time which means hes vulnerable to run into a lot of crime I wrote it in my rhymes And when I left the porch this is what I realized Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick Even the shooters can get shot Even the shooters can get shot, get shot quick Even the shooters can get shot These streets aint none to play with It could get outrageous Got burners, .45s and gauges That could really get outrageous So Im thinking to myself, whats next? My security job only got me like 2 checks My pops disappointed, told me Im fuckin up Irresponsible and I need some growing up I told him I would go back, knowing I wouldnt go back Working a 9 to 5 is something I couldnt stomach Surrounded by the violence All the goons and the goblins With 99 problems I still kept it 100 These streets can be rather manipulating Especially when youre black and just turned 18 So whats a kid to do, when your fresh out of school and the negatives of the world constantly following you? Not to mention a local henchman, copped a sheriffs part like terrorists Osama with badges that talk arrogant That boy 15 and he holdin a .45 30 years apart, 30 years before he realized Uhh Soon as the beat drop, I bet some heat pop On a block close to you like a relative You sippin Belvedere while these niggas plannin to rob Mr. Belvedere Yeah Im a good kid tryna stay righteous as Martin Luther but it seems like all of my friends eventually become shooters And niggas bangin on you is something that youll get used to You can either fight back or run home and grab your ruger Whatever you do just make sure youre willing to do it Being too indecisive can get you killed inside your Buick Cuz you stopped at the light, 5 minutes from midnight With no tinted windows that nigga surely had shot through it You tell me you listening, but you dont hear the music Call you Billy Hoyle when turmoil was near This is the realest right here When I lost my very first job My pops said why? I said I couldnt aim for the sky Cuz even shooters can get shot These streets aint none to play with It could get outrageous Got burners, .45s and gauges That could really get outrageous

The only way Ive been practicing my whole life is to be responsible for what I do. I dont know how to be responsible for what every black male did. I dont know. Yes I am gonna say that Im a thug, thats because I came from the gutter and Im still here Im a mothafuckin thug, I hate payin taxes Just hate it, Im tryna fuck a couple actresses If I dont got it Ima make it Still dont got it, Ima take it Run that shit, take your shit, thats what I wont do Out here doin what I want to Nigga you do what you can Thats the difference, Im a mothafuckin man Im a man, nigga, and as a man I dont take that I dont do Versace, thats that gay shit Yeah I said it, Im a thug Im a thug, nigga, guess I need a mothafuckin hug Well dig my mama up and tell her give me one Lotta niggas say theyre real, Im the realest one Im the realest, this exactly how Im feelin, bruh Aint no chillin, bruh Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Its all about the Benjamins Nigga, fuck George Zimmerman How its pistol versus hand? Take your whoopin like a mothafuckin man Pussy, damn, how hard can a kid hit? And why them local rappers aint did shit? Lil Wayne said, Fuck the Heat Same local rapper niggas wanted beef Fun, brother versus brother No hesitation when you face the same color None, Im sayin what the fuck you niggas stand for? Guess its lost in the South, Jim Crow Still Im shootin in the gym Thinkin back, shit I couldnt hit the rim Nigga you should see my game now If its a fully, nigga aim down Let the gun work Super clean but Ive done dirt Talked the shit until my tongue hurt And I dont run from skirmishes, nigga Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask myself what Im scared of How dare the media portray me this way, I can hear the Crowd screaming, the weirdest of chants, they all in my ear-a Artist of era, role model, I cant Its like Im a parrot, apparently Im markin the dance I seen done with the devil, such a ghetto romance How many niggas fall victim, looking at you trapped in the system Mentally they kept you in prison, and you wont get out, no one visit Open up your mouth, no one listen, you in denial, nigga Im in denial with you, I dial dead homies numbers off this liquor Time and time again I find myself inside the cerebellum Of several felons, Orions belt couldnt live in my world I seen tigers, lions let loose and spooked, Im next door to Earl I guess I rely on Jesus to save us before I refer The madness, my neighbors witness ski masks The masses dont know Im packin this four and harassin your ho Antagonizin the business you love the most See the difference to my approach is a forty ounce at the store If a forty bounce, to get low I never learn, Im hard-headed The corporate world dont like it, but I said it Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Im a mothafuckin thug Look in my eyes, what do you see? God Orion lives in me Look in my eyes, what do you see? God Orion lives in me Thug, thug, all I ever was Look around, all I ever done Thug, thug, all I ever was Look around, all I ever done Thug, thug, all I ever was Look around, all I ever done Thug, thug, all I ever was Look around

Compton Kendrick, something splendid Yeah Im in this B-I-itch No I.D., I be a G, exclude every other alphabet Every time I D.I.P., I need all of my Ruffle chips Duffle bag full of Frito Lay, itll be okay Dont call OJ because Im on some killer shit K Dot in his killer whip K Dot with his killer dime broadcasted on Channel 9 Lay back, let my seat recline Rolling like 2 miles per hour I was with success, I dont know where yall were You see its funny how I do this thing Throw em in the pond cause these pawns wish they knew this king Say they word is bond like Double 07s service team They be head servicing, get off my dick I lay it down so cold, you would swore that I was half Eskimo In bucket seats below zero Oh its me, Im showing out, I get it crackin They never fill my void when Im absent Every time I come through, through, through, through They be on it so thirsty, thirsty Hoes they be boppin so thirsty, thirsty Haters they be watching so thirsty Yeah, you too, too, too You be on it so thirsty, thirsty Hoes they be boppin so thirsty, thirsty Haters they be watching so thirsty Why you always acting funny Aint never got no money You say you dope, but yous a dummy Lying to the hoes and your homies About youre doing this and that Saying always who ya with Nigga, you thirsty Nigga, yous a bitch, bitch, bitch See all the time that you spending Runnin round town, pillow talking and hating on me You need to stop talking bout me Cause your bitch want a guy like me And you wanna be me, but you cant cant And you aint, aint, aint Man you niggas forever thirsty Doing suicides in the desert in Albuquerque Im a fundraiser for Kanye Cause I got them good bars, but I aint selling Hersheys Emperor like Xerces Niggas say they players but aint never had a jersey King James, Im a legend way before my thirties Sent from the heavens, Im a reverend to you clergies I swear I do you dirty Covered in that purple got me feeling like Percy Harvin, got these rappers starving at my mercy No disrespect to Terrace Martin But I run circles round these tracks like Kentucky Derby You see me with a white bitch, you swear Im fucking Fergie Putting money in a safe, look like Im stuffing a turkey Plus the way that I be dressing got your girl down south Like the state that I be repping She slurps me, til Im dehydrated Elated, blowing on this 3-5, faded New clothes, you never see my Levis faded Bitch Im buzzing like a bee hive, East Sides greatest Now Im working with producers That I never thought that I would work with in the future Underground cause my verse is in the sewer Thirsty ass niggas, theres beverages in the cooler Loser!

La da da, the look of lust, yo, yo Pleasure is a must Im sleeping here with lust, scenes of ménages with Asian massages Sin is the sin of my apartment She can feel the rhythm as I give her my guitar licks Mmm... She never knew I was an artist I play the instrument well in a dark lit room Please baby gal dont pause this groove Ever seen a flower in a darkness bloom? I know you never have, love And we all got is lust, we dont have love I think this song started in the bathtub Then the melody continued to a back rub You told me your homegirl can play the sax, love Well show me if she can play my notes perfectly, youre making me a fan In between your smiles were the sounds of our whispers As Im looking down such a bountiful picture I look at her, then look at you And both of you make such a beautiful muse for this music But this is not a Mozart movement, but baby girl keep your composure Im not done with composing, its the look of lust The look of lust is in your eyes A look that you cant disguise Say she hate it when Im super faded Know that homie notice her body rather her conversation Rushing, lusting sexual favors when the hours chasing Midnight at 2 pm, a vampire in Jordan laces Prey on the blood of the promiscuous Panties on the premises, pantry full of condoms Fuck your conscious, lets get intimate She said, Baby boy slow down You know I move with diligence You think that Im a ho now and strip me from my innocence? Hmm...She was older, she was colder than the rest of em Lurking over my shoulder, temptation getting the best of her So much... I never knew how to touch a real woman Kendrick I want you to make me feel something. Pulled down my pants and then she glanced at me with a smirk Repeatedly shook my hand I said, Whats wrong should I kiss it first? I can do that I wont complain She said, That aint a problem Im wet But first you gotta fuck my brain like a surgeon Get your mental working Like a 9 to 5, before we get it live and close the curtains. I thought a massage was all I need Now proceed if its worth it Or leave if its urgent For you to rendez-vous, I know your needs have a purpose Cause I have feelings too And you have feelings, but thats only in your teeth when theyre hurting I started laughing She pulled my card like pitty-pat Pity the fool for any kitty-kat, its the look of lust The look of lust is in your eyes A look that you cant disguise Oh the look of lust is saying so much more than words could ever say Walking through the streets, I met a palm reader She told me I was wise beyond my years Says Ive been here before, well I guess that Im just here for more of the lust Will she keep this on the hush? I like the ones that never blush Uh-uh, yeah, now you seduced by the serpent Wine on your lips, Im close enough to know that thats as fine as it gets Im in too deep and Im diving for dinner She lets me know that shes a synchronized swimmer Blind-folded heckling, you cant see her But Im guessing that shes got the look of lust Uh-uh, yea The look of lust is in your eyes A look you cant disguise

Let your fears go and catch your blessings, yeah Let them hoes know you dont do messy, yeah Screensaver on because they dry snitch Caption on your post saying You my bitch Tell me that youre leery Tell me you gon get in trouble You dont want the city You dont want em all to judge you Ex-man said he caught a fair case Young bull slid in for the Segway I touch down, smokin dope on the daily Come here lil baby, know youre birthday ready Ill turn you out if you want, if you let me Dont save face, dont save face Your friends go, yeah, your friends throw salt on you Your friends go, they gon hate and say what not to do But friends go, if its you then who you lyin to? Dont save face, dont save face I want you here, then whats your heart gon say? I want you here, baby, dont walk away You know for real, I would go out my way When we gon slide? I wanna build wit you, I wanna vibe Sleepin on explosives, everything live Ima get you open, one day at a time Put that on God, man, I put that on God Wont you meet me out? I touch down, smokin dope on the daily Come here lil baby, know youre birthday ready Ill turn you out if you want, if you let me Dont save face, dont save face Your friends go, yeah, your friends throw salt on you Your friends go, they gon hate and say what not to do But friends go, if its you then who you lyin to? Dont save face, dont save face I want you here, then whats your heart gon say? I want you here, baby, dont walk away You know for real, I would go out my way When we gon slide? I wanna build wit you, I wanna vibe Sleepin on explosives, everything live Ima get you open, one day at a time Put that on God, man, I put that on God

Nobody pray for me Even a day for me Waaaaay I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a fella 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 Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down and e humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Who dat fella 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 fellaa, it wont be the alcohol, ayy Im the realest dude after all Bitch, be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down Be humble Sit down and e humble Bitch, sit down Be humble Sit down Bitch be humble!

As my mind drift and then split Like the middle of a spliff, I begin to catapult off The cliff of the unknown I got a feeling in my funny bone that were not the same Just antonyms of another age My soul flock with the carefree Words of the wise, I spoke a hundred times like a gold D Haha LMFAO I hate yall but I spread love like mayo Then spread slugs My brain matter is a brain phantom See my vision, or my visionll stare at ya This is the future if I say so, you copping fitted caps Im about to go and cop a halo The God of rap and I mean it, and I play football with Mars And marbles with Pluto and Venus Witness the genius, I interact with the inner city villains That enters your system like a computer hack Then give you dap

Uh Yeah Kendrick Lamar Uh Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad Im a thinker not a drinker but still I Hennessey drag; Alcohol numbs the pain like where Novocaine stabs In your arteries, pardon me but my city go mad Via Compton California, corners with coroners and karma on em Colours corresponding to gangs upon us Common corrupted Crips and Pirus cripple the city Triple the crime, Bible nor the Quran can save; Welcome, dont be afraid, your city similar right? Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights; Stare at the sky, wonder will you live to see twenty-five? Im twenty-two, at twenty I knew I was against the odds; This kid named Jonathan was monitoring His momma and sister, his older cousin, he honoured him; Anonymous bodies on his burner was astonishing To Johnny, he mightve been A modern day rider then He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member Pull out a MAC-11 now his eyes is big Fascinated by mayhem, whats his cousin to say now? He wanna be from the hood that hes from and thats one More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC Crip crazy, rocking matching T-shirts that says The hood made me No love, just spread slugs, thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy; Now shorty doo-wop, holding a oowop, hanging with rah-rahs With blah-blahs that sit on the block catching fades hittin’ licks Going on missions with lunatics, a ninth-grade menace Thugging for six months, smoking like six blunts an hour; The power of banging, he was walking from... Little Johnny I think youll find, sir, that there will come a time When black people wake up and become intellectually independent enough To think for themselves as other humans are intellectually independent enough to think for themselves Then the black man will think like a black man and he will feel for other black people And this new thinking and feeling will cause black people to stick together And then at that point you will have a situation Where when you attack one black man, you are attacking all black men And this type of black thinking will cause all black people to stick together And this type of thinking also will bring an end to the brutality inflicted upon black people by And it is the only thing that will bring an end to it No federal court, state court or city court will bring an end to it Its something that the black man has to bring an end to

When I jumped off the porch I was forced into last resorts of a temper gone short And, of course, when that took its course I was hoarse from yelling out Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice The killers on sight of me, privacy obviously was lost And the fraud piracy of the streets in my odyssey Caught a bullet that probably destroyed A good kid in a mad city, slightly annoyed I walked down the street with no heat And run into beef when Im just a vegan Reekin’ the scent of a saint, sinner smell it then start squeezing Pellets thats tumblin straight at my melon, apparent reason Probably was because of my cousin cuzzin’ a blood That was bloodin in public And Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin But you aint no kin to me, stead of Kendrick, Im Kennedy Assassinate my character, sure thats your remedy Fair enough, I got enemies but I dont bang But thats the repercussions like When your cousin is cuzzin’ a blood Then you’re by yourself at the Compton parade, he said: Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang A gang member, Im active, I do my thing I do my stuff I’m really from the sect, tho And if you is or aint, I still need to know Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay I seen em from afar then I seen a piece of my jaw Like on the ground, you know the sound When you hear the people in awe Sympathetic cause they like seeing you Tryna fight back at a pack of piranhas I promised three of ’em, beat the black off my back And pajamas was almost needed I shouldve went to sleep and seen some sheep When I greeted the pavement Got up and seen the shock on their faces Like damn it, he made it My luck in the palm of a cherry bomb And they waitin to blow up on me My homies are not alarmed Then I heard someones firearm Make a sound like it waved around my direction Im guessing this is the part where my heart Expected to drop in a second, look at the faults Ive made in the shortest amount of time And in back of my mind Im like this the loss Ima take My fate was distraught A cape and some superpowers cant save me Im probably pushing up daisies Before I can make my way to the car Cross cancel and right before I seen The black glove raisin the handle, he said: Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang A gang member, Im active, I do my thing I do my stuff Im really from the sect, tho And if you is or aint, I still need to know Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Bitch, Im bustin back, Ima borrow my uncles strap in a minute Jump in a Civic then wear that bitch on my lap I was timid but now Im tempted And tenants alert me on where you at Im a menace when Im offended, relentless, I will react Then somebody said the dispatch Of an officer, got his mind made on offn ya Thats a fact when youre black and undeveloped Youre profiled as a felon Im bailin down Boulevards with my basketball and a backpack Gym shoes and my nap sack Hair nappy, my ball cap backwards And then I look back, strobe lights on my tail pipe Turned left then I turned right Turned deaf cause the sirens is loud As the colors of pink and yellow on Wesley Snipes Pray to God I dont get sniped Pray to God that the sunlight stay shining for 30 more minutes Hope that a witness around when Im bout to cut off the engine Vengeance of hatred is what Im facin Even though being a criminal aint my memo But this is what he said when I dropped the window: Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang By the time you hear the next shot, youll learn that L.A.P.D. is the biggest gang I do my stuff Im really from the sect, tho And if you is or aint, I still need to know Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay

Ughh Yeah Kendrick Lamar Ha ha haha HA This feels like, right in front of the freeway And when Im done this should be in front of a DJ I watch whack rappers put their soul on Ebay Then expect excellence knowing their effortless I dont have a preference, I dislike all Say you run the globe? Well more like a disco ball I spread love as well Little nigga, big dreams, can bear-hug a whale into a lobsters tail Ugh Evacuate premises, raps sinister suspicious The pastor stand back, the bible is open, the words have been spoken The moon and the stars align with the bars The broads are snapping their bras in broad day Cops meeting their quota running for arcades The three initials on the pistols printed all Ks The end is almost near, inferior of nothing Superior is an option and my synopsis is that Im Frank Sinatra On the roster, top running Running races with my own shadow Look in the mirror then I start to battle Now a pyru is a crip, nor a pyrus just a value that is sure to be heard Like a fuckin sheeps cattle, niggas got some nerve Talkin bout they move birds Only thing I move now is a noun and a verb I am now on the verge of telling the real story Of a Compton native in the city that kill for me Cus you fabricated the realness The county building and the county children on food stamps Glorifying street cred, talkin about whoop whamp But thats never the case Just a good lawyer who can sever the case Recording live from the city where the skinny niggas die and the semi bullets fly Drinking Remy out bottle till the pain run dry Like a desert Once the Desert Eagle ride by, what you reppin? What you reppin my nigga, you got a weapon? Well I got a profession my nigga Its called hip-hop since Pac was on gridlock Me against the world every hour, every second my nigga You want something, get something I could start a career AND I can end one, Im H1N1 UGH Straight-A student who flow stupid Real raps get permanent income, UGH Beats and bars Kendrick Lamar Maestro whattup? Ha ha haha

Soul brotha, number after one The brightest out the bunch, compare me to the sun Skinny as a motherfucka, probably skipped lunch Hungry with the same appetite as Big Pun They say Im too much, I ask how come Theres no one else with opposable thumbs with such a touch You help a nigga once and hell probably forget it You help a nigga twice, youre officially his crutch I understood this back when I was just a young lad Couple lies and a couple lines in my notepad My composition wasnt even competition Now Im dropping shit in the booth more than the pot I piss in And might I mention I dive in the pool of violent piranhas You find another guy with my description My prerogative is simply to annihilate you simply I got fired from my job, but I gets busy And I aint tryin to ask for more than I deserve So understand when I say I need a million today You blend in like chameleon But I stand out, like I exited the building Fuck yo feelings, Im just sayin, you aint nothin like Ab, nigga Were night and day like Meek Mills and Mac Miller Im sippin Remy watchin Martin droolin over Gina If I had the opportunity Id turn her out, like Tina But not like Ike, Id take a much different approach Roll in a river til she hit them high notes No disrespect, Im just a nut, tryin to get some cash Yous another nigga in my way, tryin to get some scratch Im tryin to get to San Tropez, or somewhere close to that All cause I heard Jay say it in a fuckin rap Now make that ass clap, I know this aint that type of song But I get pussy too, they only like me for conscious songs Whatever that means, I swear Im so aware But I wear shades everyday, my vision gotta be impaired Plus you would think they found me in Korea somewhere And Im just another nigga, like Farrakhan with curly hair If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen would you believe me Or see me to be just a angel thats easy to please Angled a company by a gang of niggas that squeeze Once their marks are your tire marks, thats the fuckin mark of the beast I try so hard to follow God You know, anointed oil, plant some Bibles in the front yard Rebuke at the turmoil My dreams of being like Jordan are spoiled My temperature high that it boiled, til your homicide is good for you Im loyal to my feelings, I try to stay righteous and cordial But these feelings are twenty-twos a producer, new Zoo These gorillas they let loose at 2:45 on 245 street Colt 45 and shoot, walkin outside and slippin like Kenneth Coles On a slab of grease, body found in a pothole Forks, white tees just to cover up his long nose And that bitchll hang to my knee like a dress I confess Im depressed I suppose Im more than likely infest my best in the Lima Hop out, gun your ass down in front of your mama I try to follow God like Bishop But when they see that you bitcher, prepare for a ditch of Dirt, I give you a list of families that hurt, but oh well, fuck it, thats life And thats the color your son chose to put on tonight So in self-respect, just know I say its a honor Hop out, gunnin us down in front of your mama, uh Like kindergartners my visions bothered By vigilantes that harbor on street corners Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya The starving, the speed on ya Stampede on ya, impede on your pockets that peed on ya Dreams of us livin lavish in fabrics of fine linens Spinnin, established with women, dinin and laughin But this environment got us violent, ready to crash Into society, take the drivers seat, hope youre fastened Your seat belts twice when I rolled them dice, I crap So many times I could build casinos from scratch Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax Thats what my mental say, but my physicals been detached Im on some other shit, like fuck the government, Im higher rankings Where the mothership? I made the covenant that I was changin But my luck has been quite disgusting when reality tainted Where the fuck you been? Left him face down like he was plankin In a cold world where old girl and a home boy got a motive You could bitch, girl your tribulations, that sensations insultin Got a wifey or mistress, nigga which one you indulgin? Regardless of who you pick Know lifes a bitch when you aint focused, nigga

...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 street 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 Big business, big booty bitches, black on black Benzs Backing out the back to back my engine, backpack with gats in it Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling Palm flipping, middle finger, fuck yall, I let it linger Plush wall and marble floor, ghetto Commodore singing Tours for my whores swinging, on my heart swore I pour plenty more semen, or explore cunnilingus Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers Honey youre a PS4, my game change seasons And my name explain visas, I defame your name easy We aim and keep squeezing, bitch my lane say no treason My chains say no cubic, all yall look stupid Big dog, three phone call log stupid Im Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid! The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor My concert and your facility, via del Compton And Watts finest! Now this that big shell fishscale BMX on the ramp with the fishtail Pegs on the front, we gon get there We four deep at a swap meet, 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 crazy 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!

Ok now shorty had yellow Shorty eyes brown Shorty so gold And so is my crown Baby color me red Shorty code red And so is my flag Purple in my bag And shorty hair black And so is that card That I got in my bag How could I go Hard from my girl in fact I could take a ball from the world Since the president black I went and bought a black pearls Like damn And she gonna wanna see lil wayne go She just wanna bonnafie lil wayne boe Now or later cause me and her gonna create art together Ohhhh She wanna do it has we do it all night I never blew it hurt my lung I only look nice See the wall black and I dress all white Yeaaa Mama says she love it when Im color coordinated So I pull up in a maroon coupe with maroon laces In my Supras I maneuver like MacGyver when its time to ride Say she always feeling blue When he telling white lies Rain on her window pain All she see is grey skies Told her hit this purple Maybe this will ease your mind Im rocking purple lable Check out my shirt design Perfect with her purple kisses Slack track number eight From The Dream maybe this is something you aint neva see Put you in a real world Take you out that green screen Sippin on pink panties In the stretched limousine They takin off pink panties When we hit the room please Dont confuse me for no murderer like Norman Bates But Im about to kill it Pull out the yellow tape Im guessing Im a criminal You caught up in my web Like a brown recluse K. Dot is a color never seen boo She love it when Im flamed up Valet park the Red Lamborghini at the Grand Lux Grammys with the red tux She a red bone Red manicure Red hair Think I like her Might wife her in some red airs Walk her up my red stairs Headed to the red room She gone yell code red once I jump in that womb Red diamonds on my wrist, red diamonds on my neck Give yo ass a blood bath, if you ever disrespect Red lobster, you a small fish walking thru my set Red beam, Im aiming from the roof of my projects She know that Im gangster, she read that Im a prospect Eatin red beans, shittin on em, Where the flys at? Red in my pupils and thats just from the contact She wanna blow up Im a show her where that bomb at So baby ride with the red flow Her face turned red soon as I said lets go Yea Ohhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhh Ohhhhhhh Ohhhh Ehhhhhh Hahaha Thats right baby Im gone