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Never... again Never go again Never, never again, again Never, never again I aint slept good in a very long time Never played a trick again, gotta get mine Preacher, preacher, money... cant see it Gotta go out there and get it Money over love You know how much you love the finer things Money over love Fast cars, diamond rings Money over love The best things in life aint free Money over love Exchange your time for nickels and dimes The world dont make no sense If ladies dont need what I got Im just a late night fix Cost too much to settle down Id rather be alone Chasin the life of a rich man Has to get my own Money over love You know how much you love the finer things Money over love Fast cars, diamond rings Money over love The best things in life aint free Money over love Never, never again Never Shucking and jiving, wastin my time And I say never again, well never be friends You can bet your bottom dollar, bet youll never mistreat my kindness I say , you can pretend And while I defend every comma thats on this corner You wanna sleep in designer, dont yah? I comprehend and then I resent The potential bein together forever, thats what you promised for me Fuck Mr. Cupid, put that vagina on me I dont wanna love Until I can afford to love I rock that box of credit Automatic Money over love You know how much you love the finer things Money over love Fast cars, diamond rings Money over love The best things in life aint free Money over love

I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem If findin somebody real is your p-p-problem , ayy Hold up, tell ‘em simmer down Takin hella long, give it to me now Make that thing thing like a or a Ooh, baby like it like it with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh? A$AP , get like me Never met a mother mother fresh like me All these mothers wanna dress like me But the to your dome make you sweat like Keith ‘Cause Im the, like how you figure? Gettin figures and keepin’ triller She brought her chickens, I brought my brought my They gettin bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her let her They say money make money make act licorice At least Hilfiger rich I be broads like I’m a dog Turn a turn a chick out, have her boys; beast I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem If findin somebody real is your p-p-problem Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the you been leadin on Make me think about all of the rappers Ive been feedin on Got a feelin thats the same dudes that we speakin on, oh word? Aint heard my album? Who you sleepin on? You should print the lyrics out and have a read-along Aint a sing-a sing-along less you brought the along Then ju… okay, I got it Then just drop down and get your eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that you talkin bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I dont pay for no reduction If its comin from a no dont know, then I dont trust it If you comin for my head, then for my head get to Yes, Lord, I dont really say this often But this long aint aint for the long talkin Im beast I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem If findin somebody real is your p-p-problem Uh, yeah, yeah, 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 em at the same damn time She eyein me like a don’t-a dont exist Girl, I know you want this 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 bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem I love bad bad, thats my thats my problem And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem If findin somebody real is your p-p-problem , ayy

Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Go from your head to your waist Go from your head to your waist Do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda First off, R.I.P fo’ Compton, California in case you didn’t know All up on Durham with a pretty white ho Made it out the hood but I’m still psycho Kid wanna play, better call Tyco Money always right nigga, no typo Stay high in the sky like my next flight go Do my thug, one glove, I’m the next Michael Gudda, gudda, go bad on ‘em Synchronize the surprise, have ‘em land on ‘em Back when bone had the cut in ‘88, no fake Shout to L little, Doug and Baby Eiht Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Go from your head to your waist Go from your head to your waist Do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda Straps I keep two They want an explanation, but pigs, I don’t speak to Nuclear bombs, we’re making the most noise Boys in the hood, I’mma do ‘em like Doughboy Go, here comes the sirens Block is hot as the irons Swerving on Avalon I’m reppin’ the deuce like Bobby Johnson Glocks shoot ‘em like murder Got both of ‘em like Kirk Come deep like we on some buckets Ride through with no interruptions From your head to your waist, they do it in every city With my Chucks and my Dickies I’m on Ciroc like I’m Diddy Aim for his head, knock him right on his Cortez Not only a dance it’s your regular program Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Go from your head to your waist Go from your head to your waist Do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda I’mma do my gudda like it’s my bread and butter Hit my nigga, on his cell, oh little L that’s my brother Tell me that a female wanna fuck with the K-Dot Eat it up, then beat it up, my MO baby, may I? Two times, I do mines, I knew mines, I do fine I keep bread and croutons, we bust heads then move on What’s happenin’? I’m bagging through a bitch and gettin richer Bought some toys for the kids, bought a chopper for my nigga, yup And I’m jiggin’ in the function, I throw my arms up with my index finger pumpin’ A brand new dance coming straight up out of Compton Little K-Dot from the A-block and I’m Rosecrans thuggin’ huh Ayy, thats how I sound when I get off Tree top Bompton, hold on let me get my shit off Strapped, hope I don’t get caught, hold up, let me shit talk The 745 and Rosecrans had them pissed off My gudda keep a slug and a clip that holds numbers ‘Cause I be in the Porsche riding through the bity all summer Ducking from the under covers on my second level Still in the streets now because of half you muthafuckas Fronting with the Chuck T’s Ninth grade at Paramount High I was fucking edgy Socking out any motherfucker that couldn’t stand me I did my gudda Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Go from your head to your waist Go from your head to your waist Do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda You can love it or can hate But I got it just in case Grab and pull em off your waist Like you aiming for his face You can love it or can hate But I got it just in case Grab and pull em off your waist Like you aiming for his face Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Go from your head to your waist Go from your head to your waist Do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda Like you holdin’ two straps Then throwing on your ski mask Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda D-do yo gudda

God bless America The home of the brave Now if we could stay alive Maybe one day Kendrick We could stay? America God bless you if its good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me understand? Ive, Ive been here and there and everywhere Just to find you here And I see the future And fear is a leader who leads all the world to its end America God bless you if its good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me understand? You, youve been waiting there and everywhere Just to hear me say You know the answers to the questions youre too afraid to ask And time has no mercy And now is the time to attack before theres nothing left America God bless you if its good to you America, please take my hand America God bless you if its good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me understand?

On Macklemore winning best rap album It’s well deserved; he did what he did, man. He went out there and hustled and grinded. Everything happens for a reason; the universe comes back around, that’s how it go. On the Grammys snubbing him entirely I definitely feel like they should always have more of the culture up in there, for sure, because we definitely stand out just like any other genre. We part of the world. We part of the movement. So I think any awards, including the Grammys, should always push for more hip-hop because it’s music as a whole, it’s not just splitting different regions. Everything moves as far as sound and vibrations, and that’s how it goes. And we are a part of that.

And no conversation is there No communication is there No edumacation is there But penetration is there No dedication is there No revelation is there But stimulation is there And the vibration is there We fuck all night til we see the sun Backwoods and black Patrón store runs They call us drones and we both know Computers in the dark, makin more clones She calls me only when its warm and wet I call her only when I want it They call us dronеs and we both know Computers in the dark, makin morе clones And no conversation is there No communication is there No edumacation is there But penetration is there No dedication is there No revelation is there But stimulation is there And the vibration is there Only wanna push your buttons You aint a robot for nothin Let me dehumanize you I got a new job working on her P love Trusting the good girl she never was See, they call us drones She know how to ride the way I like Grips me python tight Til I fold Ooh-wee, baby You smell that? Now, thats funky Oh, you say you do? I think you dont You will? No, you wont Thank God for social media Hieroglyphically, scientifically speaking I dont know you, but you know me See, they call us drones She know how to ride the way I like Grips me python tight Until I fold And no conversation is there No communication is there No edumacation is there But penetration is there No dedication is there No revelation is there But stimulation is there Vibration is there Only wanna push your buttons You aint a robot for nothin Let me dehumanize you And no conversation is there No communication is there No edumacation is there But penetration is there No dedication is there And no conversation is there No communication is there No edumacation is there But penetration is there No dedication is there, ah And you know exactly how I like, dont talk to me And you know exactly what I want, dont talk to me See, they call us drones Grips me python tight Until I fold And you know exactly how I like, dont talk to me And you know exactly what I want, dont talk to me They call us drones Ooh She calls me only when its warm and wet I call her only when I want it They call us drones and we both know

Bear witness Watch me get it in like underage club attendants The roof go back like its vintage The young boys back to burn your village, the fire touching the ceiling burn Whats God willing when HOVA retired? Now he back, guess he got some competition on his hands Who is that? I...am... K-Dot, Im claustrophobic dont put me in the box with you niggas You cant categorize me Im already convinced that Im the hottest nigga out Any comments? I thought so You niggas is gassed up like ALCO Scared to play Madden on All-Pro Step your game up Im here to fuck up niggas barcodes SoundScanll never read your albums again I take 99.9% of your fans The last one left is your moms Aint nothing gifted about you Put a bullet in you, tell a doctor get it up out you Im bout to, send him right there, he shark food Piranhas is coming I put beat on you rap dudes I dont wait on you rap dudes Nigga NASA couldnt reach my altitude Skys the limit, and your body aint airborne... Is it? Are you? My real niggas, once again its on Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb I kick up destruction and when Im done My city blow them horns, it sounds like... When they blow dem horns Im coming Torch in hand, yes, Im running I told Jay Rock, I like red too But you gotta kill these niggas out the blue They dont see it coming Who aint a part of the family tree Do em like Paul Bunyan, axe about him We travel like an ant colony, you cant count us Sip Henny til my throat drown New Benz, No Malice Count money til our hands get calloused 40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los Angeles, you might leave with bandages Real life, no mannequin You pull out, no panicking, you better shoot Or have something fall on your rooftop, no raindrops Im talking bout gold bullets and black suits No magician, no magic, POOF Closed casket fatal attraction Son, three hit you like John Paxson, I aint bull-shitting Them veterans been loved em Talk about bars I got a life sentence of em And Im just like spitting cousin, ciao No man get the best of him The way I see, why rap? Im just wasting my breath Yall dont hear me Im just chasing my death Its all over, the ends here so Im pacing my steps Try not to recollect what I know These pregnant quotes meaning, they give life like semen Be the reason my hearts bleeding Im coughing up blood in my palms as I recite the book of Psalms Over a slow clap and kick drum, wis-dom The application of your knowledge is me Pay your tuition, this verse is like a college degree Yall dont hear me, yall fear me like a doomsday prophet When Im focused, nothing under the moon can stop it I leave you off the Earths surface, thats what you get For trying to test my patience like nurses This aint a verse this is a Kennedy curse Put your brain on your ladys purses, you niggas crazy My real niggas, once again its on Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb I kick up destruction and when Im done My city blow them horns, it sounds like... When they blow dem horns Im coming Torch in hand, yes, Im running My real niggas, once again its on Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb I kick up destruction and when Im done My city blow them horns, it sounds like... When they blow dem horns Im coming Torch in hand, yes, Im running

Yeah, Kendrick Lamar, tone what up,check it out As the day go I let the beat rock Then put my thoughts inside the cradle, hip hops God Father plant the seed, you should be my son And if you niggas hot, I guess I am the sun Im a degree away from global warming, this a warning Shot like I knew Big but Im enormous I hear an Instrumental then I turn to Norman So go tell ‘em I killed it you fucking informant I’m always performing Like it’s my last morning Before I sit with the Lord and see my mother mourning I’m in the air with it like a new pair of Jordans Ground level never been important when I walk the earth Walk to church bishop said he lost his Bible this time Told me that he need a verse, I blessed him with a couple of lines Bear hugged a few bears, wrestle with a couple of lions That’s the imagery I delivery when I fuck a rhyme… Fuck off, Kendrick Lamar Jay Rock motherfuckers you know what comes after that My town I rep it till im off this map Watts City, Eastside baby Chillin in the bricks with bricks looking for fifty It’s still in my blood, nigga it’s all natural Welcome to L.A gangbang Capital, Still rocking my colours I wasnt sworn in it I aint a millennium baby,look I was born in it Bless the beat when I speak everytime, cocaine bars that tweakin off every line I’m in deep space now when I write, no pen no pad in my mind when I write Flow bolder than a cold on a polar bear, shhh im the one that this rap niggas fear You can’t do me, this game’s like an ocean catch a nigga floating on the top like a boat…Rock! Lil Watts lil Compton in the dash of the East Kendrick Lamar, Rock, and Tone put you back in your seat A natural beat Got me like a savage and beast The rap game start to look like an immaculate feast Im back in this piece So listen when the package complete Join the cause or hit the hills when disaster released The passion in me Got me spittin accurately So the realest MC is what I happen to be You can vibe wit it or move back These new jacks gettin blue black With boom bap I proved that Know my Golden State affiliates can prove that On my menace shit Long Beach Venice shit Primitive the way I crafted this all the penmanship Its intricate now go and start the sirens My microphones on the flow is sparking violence We the best duo out since Bo and Marcus Allen

Hey, welcome to DA nigga I really thought I was a drummer for a second there Follow me home, see where I was rose Like the one in 2Pacs song that grew from the concrete Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets Baby baby mommas strappin babies in carseats Niggas failed art class, still theyll draw heat Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters One out of three niggas you know slang, thats a accurate fraction Sunday dinner denim for packin a mac in Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad Like good girls movin too rapid Had it not been for the social status we after, our Minds couldve been on more than after hours Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards Others fall in between, I say Im a king Now you can disagree or kiss the ring Either way niggas kneel to my feet, dont be late And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I Know you gon love it cause I love it Whats that? My city blowin them horns, it sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley Used to battle with the pep rally Rest in peace Prospect, I miss you like a missile I can vision you blowing up I launch it in your memory soldier Ask capital Z about snap capital G How we used to wear triple As and Footlocker Ts Two toned fitteds from swap meet Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas at the AMC movie theater Back when the bitches wouldnt holler I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar Cant forget J Silk, my ace boon coon On me JT wouldve been proud of you We used to mob to McDonalds every day after school Or Shakeys for pizza if our allowance would allow it I was wildin saggin with the crips I had no business I learned, job or no job your ass better be with the business I became an alchemist over instrumentals Im Jim Dear over here, thats the mayor say your prayers Its C-A-R-son, daughter, father, mothers own Turn my shakin haters off and Im right at home And if you at home with me and hear the trumpets I know you gon love it, cause I love it Whats that? My city blowin them horns, it sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like How you like your stay so far? Is it all its cracked up to be? If you ever caught the Carson Circuit Ditchin fifth period to hit the mall, then I hope you hearin this I do this for yall, cause yall can relate to me, youre my family If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres, or Banana Lee And still hit the ARCO on Del Amo and Central for gasoline Chances are we know each other well Not the one for wishes or for fishes, more like good If you touched every Carson corner I once stood, then would you Just open your ears and hear the trumpets, I know you gon love it Cause I love it Sound so beautiful, dont you agree? Really feel like, really feel like Im the king of Carson right now man For real, nothing yall niggas could tell me

Dont lie I know what you dream about at night With all your might You carry them inside you all your life I got the scars of a lion walking through triumph Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice I got the scars of a lion walking through triumph I got the scars of a lion walking through triumph Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice Survival tactics, I practice I got the scars of a lion walking through triumph Oh...Oh...Woah... Oh...Oh...Woah... Take care Not to get to much blood in your hair I take my time I get to carry these ones on my life Oh...Oh...Woah... Oh...Oh...Woah... Uh, I got the scars of a lion walking through fire To chase and face my desires Im racing till I expire Aspire to be the great The greatness is within me just pending until its escape The feeling is splendid its fibbing and beating the case But wait theres a splinter in the splendor cause you just Cant Please everybody and your adversaries want you to break Thats when you look at yourself in the mirror and then you say Its me myself and I and Imma try even if they hate Try offending anything I confront and give my heart to the people And turn my back on the government put my all in this music Survival tactics I practice I keep my eye on the Judas Counterattack with compassion And Loriana is my angel, yeah Loriana is my angel Wish I had heaven on earth to personally see your halo Sick of feeling like God picking on me Scarring all the stars in my galaxy Soul!

Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to Beyoncé Homecoming 2018 Beyoncé, Beyoncé, Beyoncé, Beyoncé Beyoncé, Beyoncé, Beyoncé, Beyoncé

I was raised in these streets boy you cant tell me nothing Hop out the Crown Vic with the fo fo dumping My mama said I need help my cheese slipped off my cracker Dont bring your bitch around me, if you do Ima crack her The hood made me who I am so thats who Ima be dawg Act tough sliding the 38. to be dawg No one hotter I got lava I pop shotties at your neckcollar Shed down stoves to buy Prada If rap dont work, shit, Im back at the spot Selling good to the fiends, selling fly to cops Gotta watch for them raids they damage the franchise Nowadays gotta keep the toilet on standby You snitchin in the hood you aint the one to stand by Cause you could be a target once we order this homicide Choppers come out and all hell breaks loose See the devil in the flesh once its aimed at you Shit I walk around the jects with eyes at the back of my head Some niggas wanna put my lifeline in the red I pop the pistol if its a issue to make my hand hot Rip the tissue, your family miss you, I make your mama cry Oh, that boy he gone, he aint never gangbanged he aint doin no wrong Shut the fuck up, that nigga was a killer like me Under his belt, he had ten killers like me Niggas pray that they can remove the sinner like me Come through, broad day, bad bitches with me From South Central to Queens I make them talk about me Make sure Im ballin before they put the chalk around me Till then I be on the 1-0-5 in the wind Pistol on my lap, wanna die you can bring a friend Its mandatory Its mandatory, my dude, if your chain shining bright Imma blow out your fuse Run up in your dope spot like Nobody move! Kill you right after I rob you, the unwritten rule From South Central to ATL they talk about me Make sure Im ballin before they put the chalk around me Till then I be rollin up chronic, sippin Hen Flying kites to my niggas doing life in the pen Wanna die? bring a friend, we can make this a double date So go round the block catchin em chilling and hit the brake Its mandatory, its mandatory thats most def Check the murder rate, over here got the most death Obama made president, but we still peddling We want it in white, 100 game relevant Carry shine dont slippin insult my intelligence Something in the trunk like the nuts in an elephant Came for the paper and mayhem Come between that, think twice get your bitch ass laid down Mandatory! Crown Victoria need a oil change But I’m still feeling notorious, word to Biggies name Capital K. Dot Revolutionary Black stronger than Hancock Hand on my cock Fucker The Los Angeles pitbull causing the racket Serena Williams couldn’t even seen him in tennis practice Fuck with the man/wolf reekening your possession I stare at the moon and then howl no question Homie! This is the part where you spaz out Like if a nigga spit in yo mouth Or called your momma a bitch Now that’s some ignorant shit I’m a ignorant nigga Think of Bernie Mac & Richard taking pictures with ya With the brain of a million geniuses Fuck you, with a million penises, no homo Fucking faggot You sucking dick and Im laughing to the bank, Bob Saget Give up the chips and make the life with paralyses, chaos, havoc Boycott who evers the best, including Khaled I pray to God you love your success cause when I have it You’ll never get a piece, I lay careers out in the streets If a meteorite had hit me, I be good in a week If a alligator had bit me, I bet hed break his teeth It’s Mandatory It’s Mandatory, my dude You a square beyond squares like a rubix cube I would probably kick your ass but my shoes are glued To the peddle of this vehicular Porsche I move It’s Mandatory It’s Mandatory, bear the glory, of a warrior, warriors state out will kill you for me One man man slaughter tell the world to record me I don’t care if he’s 76, I’ll get to him shortly I ain’t lying, been a john since a nigga was a shorty Young nigga smoking bub, but I’m wise like a 40 Aye rappers You rappers are papier-mâché Meaning I could build you up & break you down the same day It’s Mandatory! It’s Mandatory my nigg! Word, sentence, paragraph, story my nigg Fuck-niggas must fuck niggas Cross genders I’m psycho on the microphone Pick up niggas It’s Mandatory! Now get me some more of that beat Hol Up! I got it Ab-Soul let me go sea floor deep I’m C4 You a fool if you don’t pick up your heat Then Bonsoir Bombs away nigga, bon appétit I’m Rodney King as I endure beat after beat Week after week, like you & him lifting weights in the streets I do my thing and take a breather, then come again Aiming for your temple like a preacher, as I sin Its Mandatory!

Lyrics From Snippet Woman arrested for gettin naked Barrel straight through the peephole Tell your parents that we home Propaganda that we own Crime infested, not contested Block conventions and street zones My redemption wont be long My religion, fear no man Warrior, Conan, oh man Horror stories and romance Devils that like to slow dance Kettles burnin with sin in them Children dont wanna hold hands Tourists dont wanna visit and purists die in the maulin Fire burnin through skylines Follow fortune through guidelines Bloody Jordans and Popeyes Stolen Porsches and baby abortions at an all-time high More divorces and child support lawyers, callin you, Dada Feds tap on your wifi Meds makin you crazy, you dip your head in some agua Hit the dip while youre drinkin it Fuck it, flip on the stop sign Duck a clip in that drive-by Fuck a bitch in the Honda Sell a brick to a minor Makin wishes for Jannah Pump your fist up far higher Reminiscin bout Zion Tigers, bears and lions in every jungle that I am Welcome to Americas future, the great ruler Public Enemys first born, ready to shoot you I hate when people at me Im hurt, so, nigga, dont at me

I dont need the hype They call me- fuck it- I dont need no introduction No ad-libbing my name 100 times for nothing You already know its K. Dot, city of Compton Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy, Oakland and 2Pac Im more focused, Im nothing like you new guys Struggling over a few lines thinking you hot Cause your homey said you you was a few times Which is too many times, they lying to you, they telling a lie The only time I lie in a booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hrs, you niggas better get your bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key My cool is on, she love my A/C My juice is on, and I wish one of yall try to rob me I shoot, and how have you laying between the sheets with the Isleys I push the coupe like a high speed The helicopters come and realize that nothings behind me is behind me Your honor, I fuck over this beat with no condom This aint rap its really a porno re-winded back Finally the finest of em all is back To define the laws of crack Yall dont obey, yall aint nice, yall just OK Youre nothing more than a little John phrase Im Mike Jordan in his prime Modern-day Issac Hayes, theme song to Shaft Equivalent to the theme song to your career, study my craft You ignorant: I do it without a pen and pad Just inspiration: something you never had If my pockets is something you trying to grab I pull out the rocket and peel you back like scab You old news, you old dudes get out of my way Let the young boy come through; dont mention my age Im on a mission for pay And you astronaut niggas just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere, you can act like you here But actually you aint accurate fucker with this music biz The industry like, Fuck it, let the music be his No theme park, Im not trying to amuse you kids Small shark, jaws is here, jump in the water Do he really fuck with President Carter? My reply is that I cant stay away from the bosses Had the bidding war popping like an auction Nine or 10 labels like what he hitting for? 7 zeros or more? Remember having Aftermath sitting on my porch But money was barricading my door, I couldnt open it Money on my passenger side, now who you rolling with? Black diamonds, not no rose-gold shit Teamed up with Watts finest Jay Rock wont you avalanche these niggas so I can rock-climb em? Bring em back to me, the 56 rap bully is back for the first time, killing you niggas I hope you got nine lives, its not Nas or Jigga But where Jigga left off that is where I pick up I got them holding their breath without having no hiccups Screaming, Fuck the world with a capital F Real niggas: we the last ones left, MY NIGGA I raise the bar for rapping the West So have your shit up to par if you rep for the West Cause you see homeboy, we aint getting respect So we got to get it back, take it back, to the Jheri curls And the Raider caps, my khakis on Address the issue in my last three songs Man, Game know about you West Coast clones And nigga we hate twins Put some change on it, see if it makes sense, ya know I got to be the new breed top 5 minus 4 Thats number one, cause second is the first loser Dont beef with me homey, if you want your future Rap aint promised, you might think its slamming right But look at Onyx, they aint too tight Interscope consults it: look at Suge Knight Im trying to get money like the Oasis If you aint on the same shit like my gold Ds, keep rolling I keep rolling, never stop Top Dawg Entertainment: Presents K-Dot

Right Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me This niggas is frauds not what they claiming to be Got my 9 11 niggas with me, they craving for beef Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra High-school nigga, probably got shoved in a locker This for my niggas up top getting ready for lock up These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up Known for making movies, give them an Oscar Fucking Lo junkie, part reason why they stock up Whole hood through the show, spending cake to watch us Come home to you Kush God on the knockers Ah, you fucking right Just another day another hard laying night These fucking weirdos, these niggas aint bright Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight Im on my way, real on cake Wont stop grinding till my crew all straight I do my dude dont make me loose my cool Knock them out the park What you wanna do niggas, its ball game Thats a ball game chump, ah Ball game, nigga, the ball games done, right In every inning sure your careers ending You niggas aint winning, really youre short winded The bases is loaded you ever notice Your spot in your game was took, as I look at your team choking Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter Im raising my stock with every hit record, look at my record Your status will drop soon as they message me in the session Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures You posing as a poser, we post your death on a poster Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em In God trust, Im probably tied up with a cheerleader Just your luck you fucked around and let a queer lead ya Times up, you play softer than Damien We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium Im on my way, real on cake Wont stop grinding till my crew all straight I do my dude dont make me loose my cool Knock them out the park What you wanna do niggas, its ball game Thats a ball game chump, ah Ball game, nigga, the ball games done, right

HiiPOWER Sox Gang Im wearing black pumas, hair like Kunta Kendrick Lamar Bout eight of them in the studio And the all want me Fuck you niggas bruh Skeme whaddup If I come off as unconcern, please forgive me I aint even poured the sizzurp yet Im on this remy, if my phone going straight to voice mail Bitch I’m busy, I aint got the time to talk Every tick Im repping my city Ten bottles at a time, this here is the life And how Im living might be wrong But in this world what the fuck is right Its just one rapper, 2 cups, 3 bitches blowing me Heard its 20 niggas in the VIP, then bitch you know its me Im here for niggas go and do them bizz Getting tired of hearing rappers just rapping the shit I live All that I got is my all, thats exactly what I get And I need my toilet paper every time I do my shit Guess I should switch, cause Im getting paid Instead of worrying bout how Im getting money, just do the same, bitch The bright lights and people screaming my name Fuck the money and the fame, bitch thats the reason I came I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember, I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows the name Oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows my name Driving on a freeway full of darkness Its just me and plus my heart is cold As an project carpet You be coughing up commode Full of shit see I was told That only real niggas can harvest any future pot of gold And look at you, I know you starving, see its burning in your soul And you look for me to console your emotions Im on the road and Im joking with all my niggas We laughing at you the feeling of victory is a gig And I hope they catch you whenever you fall from the pedestal you was on And dont get me wrong, you was in the zone of a lifetime But the place you belong is the bottom Thats why I got a bullet for every ego or tuxedo And some scenos, a combination that we know Uh, tight rope, but I notice they walk a thin line From having the disabilities of deaf, dumb and blind Every time I recline, then remind myself I would never die with pussy, less it was on my dick, pussy I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember, I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows the name Oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows my name Staring out a benz window, thinking bout saying fuck it I make it and spend it all Middle finger for a budget Got your rent off in my pocket, and spent off a piece of luggage Got a lot of bad habits, with money, some shit Im stuck with Nothing but dollars in my discussion, show my ass out in public Cause motherfuckers love it, I hear Niggas out here plotting on the come up I hold this gun up, then one of these coward niggas run up My nigga dead, so for him Im lighting my blunt up I say hustle for this rap bitch, Im getting this from sun down to sun up I know its niggas hating, praying I never make it But jealous pussy Im here, and Im never leaving just face it Before one of these niggas take me out this motherfucking game Promise I do my motherfucking thing Do what the fuck I want, motherfucker lame I just keep it 100, fuck breaking down for some change Nigga I just stay the same I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember, I remember why we dont fuck with none of these niggas I remember oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows the name Oh my, how the times change Nothings the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows my name

Welcome me, come to me now Help a king I need assistance, Ive been on hiatus For ages and now Im missing My U.S. love Yeah the home of the Beyonces Or the lease and Alicia Key to my place Tango a la Congo, per se? Straight up out the jungle and Im feeling lonely Im going to the land where they got the milkin honeys So lets flip a coin, see which city we goin L.A. or Miami, no matter long as its sunny It be cold in New York, I heat it up Baby, strip, Im blowing all of my bucks Forget about Houston dough with the Houston flow Purple swag and Im moving slow Circling a nigga named Prince Cause he got all them Houston broads Loving girls in America I love them girls in America Me and my driver will march all over your party We crash up your club and we dont say sorry We dont play with Arab money, we play with that safari But you know I am a prince and I give a damn...hardly We coming for them girls in the cities You better tuck your girl or shell come with me This is Kendrick I touch every city that I touch down, score Endzone more Rozay watch role play, 10-4 Tap that, baby, O.J., oh boy Magnum glove, Im sorry judge, but every pretty girl Wanna fall in love, Im Akeem, Prince of Zamunda Shine like a jeweler One railway from a high beam They like me too I am their type: crazy ATL, NYC, AZ, MIA, LA They say he turned up, you damn right She 25, I call her life I call her sex, you call her wife And that aint right, ya hurrd me? Forgive me lord have mercy!

Ch-Yeah K-Dot Freeway Budden Its Real Bang Em Niggas want beef ride up Then Free hit ya niggas squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs Free packed intro, tech with a muffler Bring it on you busters, watch you niggas flee Hes making a killing off putting his life on Pro Tools The new school, the rap version of Aaron Jones The hair and bones To rock Jane, to cocaine, to spit game To get us, they get tucked Nigga dont get gassed up, might get blast up It aint about being tough, but even in them interviews Every time you see me got a semi in the tuck Chickens at the label like leave the gat at home You know those Hip-Hop cops got it in for you They got it in for us, but they aint bending us We got a infra strong enough to flip a code Niggas want beef ride up Then Free hit ya niggas squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs Cops trying to cease my beans No nice clothes were caught in the morning Trying to crease my jeans I remember me as a young buck Trying to put work in Same pants for two weeks But I would iron the dirtiness real Back then the battle was urgent Now days you see me in the same shit I didnt have the detergent Im riding Six and Park You used thought you knew like the back of your hand Turn around and give the glove So I learn to stay with you Cause when your wheels look like Terminator 2 Itll turn your man into a hater, true Hopefully the pain will stay past then As whats to come, its better that what has been Think about it, but if his problems keep playing, solvem Joey and Freeway, still hood, still starving, nigga Niggas want beef ride up Then Free hit ya niggas squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs My big Unc still fucking with customers Greyhound not in town, moving them keys Hoopty or V12, Im moving them keys Niggas know me well, cant move me with ease Go in your pockets at, take all your cheese Thats how I make my profit, rob yall when ya sleep Its the black Clark Kent, Superman of this rap shit Play Superman when them gats spit, and them Kryptonite hollowtips Make you backflip, then chaperone you to a casket Its real Goddamn, theres no man like I am that can compose the skills of a genius Im not Hip-Hops future, Im Hip-Hops Fred Krueger A new nightmare, Im right there With the head of Lucifer killing you demons Gods children, what can you do to us? This rap shit aint new to us Been real, since Mama was stroller scootin us Yall better get used to us, Im my own scout nigga How you recruiting us? Heh, I call your bluff, they said stop But then the people said it wasnt enough, nigga Niggas want beef ride up Then Free hit ya niggas squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up K-Dot If you got trees fire it up, fire it Im here baby Compton Hub City Threat Minor league year Freeway Budden Jerk

Tell em, ok Tell em I got plenty hustle to sell em Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum Close to the pen like I had three felons Come from a city where niggas show no remorse And the corpse is just another homie taking this course Of course my dream was to play in the final four Til the twelve grade came and I was only five four So Now I’m a graduate, looking to get higher My pops knew a security job, he inquired But ignorance is bliss, thats what I was told I stop, drop the role when somebody else fired Now there goes another black boy unemployed with a lot of free time Which means he’s hungry or just a lot of free crime I lived it in my rhymes, and when I hit the porch, this is what I realize Wassup

Chh- Bounce, bounce Uh, uh Bounce, bounce Ha! Sound like some more dynasty shit Feel me go Ooh-ooh-ooh Turn this up Im a soldier mane, thought I told ya mane I aim and flame ya, Im the pro-to-pane Ahh Niggas sizing me up like Im buying a tux So I interrupt, crease em, iron em up With the nina, not talking bout the two singers Cause a leprechaun wouldnt even press his luck Im sure to pluck any chicken with a rhythm I could fuck I tell em call me up Like is it on or what? Can I cut til dawn, or what? A slut say she want a slice of all of us Intelligent, say her marbles marvelous She go down south like black colleges Im a psychologist, I tell her I can adjust Anything in the world that be bothering her Everywhere I go, guarantee she go Pussy pop on the low, like a silencer Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then Im back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it Im the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Uh, back to the realist shit Niggas aint raw, you grillin Ima menage a woman and I— Barrage be intimate, a massage beginning with Caress from her tongue, deep throat raw Lots of trauma, your baby momma Brain is crazy—Jeffrey Dahmer And Im finna shoot—like a dirty llama Big truck kicking up dust—conquer Chocolate seats—Willy Wonka Passenger—Pretty Woman Direct a fact—bring your compass You bringing Carson—you bringing Compton Yall bring the nonsense We bring the real, like Pro Tools, never gross 500 mil And we out in Brazil, in the green like Blanka Bonkers—tell em Top Dawg is here Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then Im back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it Im the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Yuh—yuh, yuh, yuh Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce I think its that, give us that gat Whatever war you bring, just send me to Iraq I rap like my tongue was sitting on a match You struck by lightning, frightening, gotta be a Heisman Trophy, low-key, the one and only Slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie Yup, and Im dope like Opie Um, so Im out when the police Come, like a nut, Im a nut For the bucks like a shotgun bust, and I bust Venom inside the brains of young dames Like Mr. Dash speaking to his kids on Jay- Z—We runnin the game Yall slipping like run in the rain Ya bitches running away from yall to us In God we trust, at yall we bust Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then Im back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it Im the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Better watch yo Yeah Yeah, uh

Weezy Up, K.Dot The homie K.Dot, he crazy too Love I cosign this, shout out to my homie Jay Rock too, hes my nigga too Your nigga? Shit Youre my homie Im telling you I co-sign it

Growin up I was a knucklehead Boy you never listen to me! Thats what my momma said Im from the projects I aint never had shit Me and my older brother We had to share a mattress No heat, no lights Had to keep them candles lit My daddy left me at 8 In an out my life and shit Gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father Neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollars Thats when I became a problem Product of my environment Its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman When you constantly seein that g ride tires screeching And them shots firin all the time it happens frequently The hood inspired him, to be a G I bled for the game did it all for the letter B The big homie gave me the name jay rock This aint no rap gimmick Its a real life story on watts livin nigga You can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me And thats the way it will forever be And I can’t help it i’m gutter Why should I change now When all my life I been gang banged out That project shit run deep in my veins now And I can’t help it Ooh my lord knows that I can’t help it Let me take you on a detour East side watts Niggas will go in projects Follow me home to my black and white apartments Police roll thru with caution, scared to death The homies got tats across them Capitol BH over they necks Since birth banging the set Even the hoes banging the set Some aint, but most is hood rats That looking for that buck Them trash cans lay in the street Ghetto technique for drive bys For the low them 5 dollas will get you high Dice games, YGs, fist fights Six fos, el cos, g rides, and mini bikes Might see a couple of zombies late night Off what? off pipe membrane dead right No lie something in the bushes Either the AK or the .45, no lie Raised in the ghetto With rats and roaches Smokers on porches Getting high off yola Its colder north But my citys the coldest Where we aint promised to see the morning, nigga You could take me out the hood But the hood will never leave me Im still bangin Im still hangin The only difference is Im not slangin Nickels and dimes More like slanging these rap lines Verses of truth When I step in the booth Niggas know I pour my soul out for the struggling youth For that fatherless son who needed love so he ran with a crew Grew up before his older brother did Gin and juice Replaced the pain I knew Carrying them thangs to school Them niggas was tripping I wasnt bangin the blue But they had to respect me I never ran from who? Nobody, put my faith in god Its amazin how I overcame them odds On my momma this past year my life has slightly been revised But notice I said slightly Cuz me being absent from where I came from Thats unlikely

Once again its on Im the youngest in charge, I am not playin I fear no man else than God Scatter your features, give you a face collage Not one, but two, I face menage No hands involved, mommy would rather give a mouth massage General, you can call me the sargeant $7.45, five percent tip I know Im the shit, please hold the applaud I spent summers writin rhymes, winters freestylin Daydreamin Gilligan thoughts on an island I didnt develop, I was born with this talent Brain swell up, whenever you come to me you were the challenge I need a way to balance street shit from the rap shit Stay on my toes, feet grounded to the souls of the dead But still bulletholes surrounded the arc in my feet to the crown on my head Preach, listen how I pledge Ive been gettin this money since you dummies were peein in bed To poppin wheelies on handlebars and pegs To poppin Big Willy at the bar with bread Pause, its real talk, I know you gotta crawl before you walk Shit, I decided to jog Im ten brains better than yall Propane make emergency calls, whenever them boys speak I fold niggas up, make both of the ends meet You bout to fitness a lyrical fitness This is what itd sound like if God spoke over beats I cash in my rap friends Peep the way I deliver, make you wanna tell your peeps I consider that they learn from me This is volcano hot, fuck a third degree Burn, You gotta be K-D-O-T Once again its on, I am through with niggas Twin Glocks, itll shoot niggas Put you next to a plant, under a root nigga Hands folded together up in a suit nigga This what we do nigga, run your mouth, we remote control mute niggas Matter of fact, I recruit niggas Bill Thrill straight spook niggas Sixteens thatll ruin niggas You mad cause Im gettin figures Im the bigger picture, you losin dough and mines gettin thicker I got somethin thatll sting yah I call it the pinch hitter Gather your mans so they can die with yah Bill and K-Dot, now yall dealin with the best Side by side, yeah we somethin like breasts Flow game killin, I spit bars of death Now they yellin could it get any worse definition of Hell on Earth Keep somethin on the side, yeah you know that work One false move, itll make your whole body jerk Think before you cross this turf Youll get turned into ashes, or even laid in the dirt

One for the money, two for my bros Three for the city, now everybody knows Watts up, no faking – one shot taken My life was enticed with mayhem, just praying to God Id make it City hot as Jamaicans, laying naked with Satan Just a kid, but what I did would probably leave Jesus shaking For real – it get real in the field, they kill for pills And sling packs to dingbats, hoping they’ll cop ‘em some wheels Niggas start hating, that pistol start clapping Rat-tat-tat-tat-tatting, no yapping, dapping Fake fashions? That’ll never happen We really with this shit – you clowns jiggy rapping Gee like if Biggie happened to splice with Pac and get it cracking I take action on acting, I ain’t playing with you Real whales gave me game, soaked like kiddie pistols K.Dot gave me respect, the homie like “you crazy blessed” We finna blow like C4 with no bull in that text Yes – Mike Jack wouldn’t make it in this thriller Watts up, watch everybody get familiar One for the money, two for my bros Three for the city, now everybody knows Watts up in this motherfucker Watts up in this motherfucker Swallow your pride and then eat a dick, uh Make the rulers apologize, you ain’t ruling shit, uh I’m Rick Rubin in ’85 with the beard thick Thick bitch, type Peruvian, slanted eyes, that’s quench They tell you that I’m one-up, from sundown to sunup Son, I son niggas, I probably fucked your mama With no condom, that’s good pussy Pussy, tell it to your honor, this drama is Jeffrey Dahmer It took me through many moons just to set up this new platoon Get ambushed or kick-pushed with push brooms Man, look, your man look like Sweet Water Cornbread that break under pressure if he caught up Big homie said “I gotta crawl before I walk And if I ever run my mouth then my legsll get cut off” See, I’m just a young boss in the bat cave Back against the wall, and if I fall, Gee Watts bring it back, bang One for the money, two for my bros Three for the city, now everybody knows Watts up in this motherfucker Watts up in this motherfucker One for the money, two for my bros Three for the city, now everybody knows Watts up in this motherfucker Watts up in this motherfucker

Yeah, follow me, uh Picture Kendrick, one of the greatest emcees Roamin the coast like cellphones on airplane mode I been at bat for so many years Now Im out swingin like open marriages Carry this terrorist flow, say that Im arrogant Stop playin, thinkin back to rhymin over computer mics Knew I was tight the moment the speakers had broke I dipped and dabbled in chronic, but never knew I was dope You see, my uncles is killers, but never knew I could smoke A rapper like a .357, do worse enemies Was God-given, but now Im God, hate to intervene I sick a lyric on you like K-9s from the police Let it rip through your briefs, till it bite through your culo Im Cujo, sumo actor, sumo rapper Heavy in the game, follow my name, K-Dizzle A twenty-two-year-old dream, got now Like a person place or thing hands down like 6:30 You heard me? Im a motherfuckin problem, puto Give me respect, I hold it down for DJBooth.net And they tell em K-Dot got next And they tell em K-Dot got necked From your baby momma On my momma, brain like a genius Im travelin to Venus Where aliens got pistols round they V-necks Snub-nose, Kleenex I suppose I done drove artists to a place Where the daily deceased sleep at Competition comin up short like a dwarf But, of course, Im a short fuse ready to blow Go head and put your gun down, we can go toe-to-toe Mano e mano, you aint ready, Im deadly as plec disease God-given, you trippin, Ive walked the Seven Seas Moses, cold as they heart, cloned as art Foamin at the mouth, wildebeest slaughter opponents Bout business when I kicks this, ridiculous symphony Tick-tock, boom when you infants give me some room Central and Rosecrans, Compton dont raise killers They raise Conans with survival tactics You love drama? Well, welcome to the land of theatrics Even a preacher be packin like role managers damage your goods Cameras roll through the hood, tryin to get that footage Even newscasters come to your block when you wouldnt This the city at its best, have a seat, hold your breath A breath of fresh air, DJBooth.net and Dot Kendrick Lamar, K-Dot, that is, ha-ha-ha, ha, yeah

Too hot to handle, Too dope to hold 2DopeBoyz we roll deep everybody gather Your seats, we going to Cloud 9 and we Coming back in a week, and the weak good Riddance, only the strong permitted to ride Or test drive with Kendrick the Jedi, one of a Kind like great antiques museums buy Haters I tell em hi, enemies I dont tell em shit But booya click booya click, click Ooh, yall done stumbled on a fortune The rebirth of hip hop since they got abortions And I rock like Mt. Rushmore, grab your thesaurus So you can find a synonym of a nigga that been gem Diamond in the rough Sheriffs wanna see me cuffed like the links of a button up Book em down! Fuck is up? Mind of a Vietnam Vet when a nigga rhyme A nigga shine, like Im seeing signs in a different light Im on my grind, see it right? Real starving artist Finna blow like a Mario Game cartridge, standing on my own two Me and Dave like Big and Puff before shiny suits Welcome to the Compton Zoo, lying with a lion on Rosecrans Avenue A tiger on Central Arms so soar beating up these instrumentals Sounwave give me More, after that find a morgue with a mortice, because we.. Too hot to handle, Too dope to hold 2DopeBoyz we roll deep everybody gather Your seats, we going to Cloud 9 and we Coming back in a week, and the weak good Riddance, only the strong permitted to ride Or test drive with Kendrick the Jedi, one of a Kind like great antiques museums buy Haters I tell em hi, enemies I dont tell em shit But booya click booya click, click Ooh, and Im back up on my bullshit, shooting to the top with a hollow Tip full clip Analogy is like a pit bull on the pulpit, I drool I dont really Spit, mad dog in this bitch, foaming at the mouth, is you a man or a mouse? Sipping Mickeys, while you looking like Mickey trapping it out Thats not a diss, thats really a dope line, and in order to see my vision you Probably would go blind Im chilling with a blonde, she dumb as fuck, but she can suck a bowling ball Through a straw, that make you tell your mom Im just a little nigga trying to make my city proud, I used to watch Doug and wear My cousins hand-me-downs Now Im grown up, unemployed, sipping Henny, pissing throuh a cup, and still get The job done, 2DopeBoyz I said what up, tell your listeners to have some frost Bitten gloves cause Too hot to handle, Too dope to hold 2DopeBoyz we roll deep everybody gather Your seats, we going to Cloud 9 and we Coming back in a week, and the weak good Riddance, only the strong permitted to ride Or test drive with Kendrick the Jedi, one of a Kind like great antiques museums buy Haters I tell em hi, enemies I dont tell em shit But booya click booya click, click

I love green When I wake up the sky green I keep the 40 Glock cocked when Im ridind Yeah, Ill be riding, dirty with my nigga Dirty You want beef? Hollow tips leave your eyes blurry My guys carry, all types of guns Im on the block gettin money, blood, man fuck the ones I dont talk snitch niggas, I dont fuck with them I let the chopper get at ‘em like blum-blum-blum-blum Yeah, never trust no bitch, let em Suck the dick, thats it, then split now its Back to my gutter tip, 24s on the whip Montana in the pot, Im the chef on the shift Niggas yappin at they lip, til my gat at they lip Then I make they head spin like they drunk off a fifth I got a lot of chips, I hustle with a lot of pimps Knockin goons, I’m a goon, lot of hoes wanna strip New coupe, top disappear like FUBU Im in the hood, pockets heavy like Bruce Bruce Damn, Im like a bullet when I shoot through Im the shit, these whack rappers is boo-boo We hit the club, pop bottles like its nothing Top Dolla, Pop Hollows out the Impala Pay dues, spray tools, nigga we wylin Money, Power, Respect, mothafucka we dialin Top Dawg money gang, get affiliated .38 special flow, niggas cant trace it Im still dope dealin, picture that Cookin the crack is fine, what I cook on the track Rippin it fast, fiends run it back, get it stacked Blow it fast, get it back, at the mall, pop tags Hit the lot, buy a Lac ride out Top Dawg E-N-T, niggas know what we about, we get money Ab-Soul chillin, Ab-Soul chillin Back for the first time, finna bomb yo buildin Who put a bomb in the buildin? What, a bomb in the buildin? Thats just rhymes about bombs, I could do rhymes about children Kids gettin fucked, pedophile with the style Young Mike Jack, yeah Im somethin like that Bad to the bone, press your luck like a button And Im comin like the KGB But I aint Russian! Im takin my time with it, Patrón with the lime in it Got a nigga buzzin like a bug in the club Im Usher Raymond, please show me love in the club, Im sayin I need it like a stripper need a tip Or a catcher need a mitt, or a sneaker need a grip A gymnast need a flip, or super head need lifts Soul-o, yeah Im comin straight for the top Been spendin it like a Jew, Happy Hannukah to you Huh? Oh shit, can I kick it? Dragon breathe fire when I spits it Santa Claus raps got me gifted, lifted Runnin at the mouth, get it shifted Blistered, thought it was a dream so I pinched it Rap got me hooked, so I fished it Only 6 bars and I sensed it Rise from defeat, never ran from the beef Ball hard in the street, Mad Cow with my teeth Money over bitches, friends over bitches Hoes over bitches, Benz over switches Top 5 alive, and you niggas aint listed Hip hop is dead and you know the boy fixed it Straight locksmithed it Open up the doors for the young nigga sellin crack On the side of stores just to keep the body breathin Never wanna be a heathen Been puttin in the hours Shouda blown with the towers Im real talk And a nigga was built with a steel heart K. Dot on the beat, everybody said they smell fart Shit on anybody, Im a rappin porta potty And I probaby gotta dump right now See my hobby is to murder every rapper on the planet Make em leave the studio in ambulances With a bandage on their cranium Im bangin them on sight, with the bars of titanium Brass knuckles, I beat niggas down, who wanna scuffle? I’m rude like sayin ‘fuck you’ to your mother for no reason, now thats cold thinkin What am I drinkin? I do, spiteful shit, shit like fuck your bitch Record it, then mail it to your residence Say hello to the unforgiving flow, cold with it Grab a coke we gon be here for a minute I tell every rapper fall back when I see em Or get clapped like a bitch with gonorrhea

Yeah Hey, hey 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 To the 2-8-1, yeah, Im ridin, whyre they on me? Whyre they on me? Im flyin, sippin low-key Im sippin low-key in Onyx, rider, rider When Im pullin up right beside ya Pop star, lil Mariah When I text a cute game, wildness Throw a stack on the Bible Never Snapchat or took molly She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah We at the top floor there, right 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, ah I wanna press my like, yeah, I wanna press my I want a green light, I wanna be like I wanna press my line, yeah I wanna take that ride, yeah Im gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my Mama, dear, spare your feelings Im relivin moments, peeling more residual I can buy the building, burn the building Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more I can justify my love for you And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for Peter Piper picked a pepper so I could pick your brain and put your heart together We depart the shady parts and party hard The diamonds yours, the coupe forever My best shots might shoot forever like I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time Yeah Hey, hey

You know once upon a time, not long ago There was a caterpillar that lived life slow And a couple inches he stood And he said to the butterfly, Whats good? And the butterfly told him one day he gon make him rich And then they said something else I dont remember what they said But I think it was something like the lines of: Wesleys Theory: When I get signed, homie, Imma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary thing for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey Imma buy a brand new Caddy on fours Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring Married to the game and a bad thing chose When I get signed, homie, Ima buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass them all out on the block, whats good? Imma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the Pres with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check hold on We shouldve never gave We shouldve never gave brothers Money go back home, money go back home We shouldve never gave We shouldve never gave brothers, money go back home, money go back home Momma: This feeling is unmatched This feeling is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap Black Pendleton ball cap We dont share the same synonym, fall back Been in it before internet had new acts Mimicking radios nemesis made me wack My innocence limited the experience lacked Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic Remember scribbling scratching diligent sentences backwards Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction Oh, whats going on? I think something on my mind, too I think its about that time Hit me! King Kunta: I got a bone to pick, uh I dont want you monkey-mouth... sitting in my throne again Im mad , but I aint stressing, noo True friends, one question Tell me, where you when I was walking? Now I run the game, whole world talking, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta Black man taking no losses, oh yeah Tell me where you when I was walking? Now I run the game, whole world talking, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams The yam is the power that be, be, be, be, be You can smell it when Im walking down the street I can dig rappin, wait! But a rapper with a ghost writer, tell me what happened to you? No, I swore I wouldnt tell But most of yall sharing bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell Somethings in the water And if I gotta brown nose for some gold Then Id rather be a bum than a dumb, dumb baller Tell me, where were you when I was walking? Now I run the game got the whole world talking, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta Black man taking no losses, oh yeah Tell me where were you when I was walking? Now I run the game, whole world talking, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams... The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor, R.I.P. Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires, hol up 24/7, 365 days times two, I was contemplating getting on stage Go back to the hood, see my enemy and say Tell me, where were you when I was walkin? Now I run the game got the whole world talkin, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta Black man taking no losses, oh yeah Tell me where were you when I was walkin? Now I run the game, whole world talkin, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams... I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves Body suicidal, they aint even need my help This is elementary, Ill probably go to jail Shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Flag in my city, everybodys screaming Compton! Probably run for Mayor when Im done, to be honest Put that on my Mama and my baby boo, too u: Aahh, aahh, aahh! I place blame on you still, place shame on you still Feel like you aint it, feel like you dont feel Confidence in yourself, breaking on marble floors Watching anonymous strangers, telling me that Im yours But you aint it, Im convinced your tolerance nothing special What can I blame you for, I can name several Situations, Ill start with your little sister baking A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience? What was your influence, where was the influence you speak of? You preached in front of 100,000 but never reached her I tell you, you damn failure — you aint no leader! I never liked you, forever despise you — I dont need you! The world dont need you, dont let them deceive you Numbers lie too, buck your pride too, thats for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent I hate you, I hope you embrace it I swear Loving you is complicated, loving you is -mplicated Loving you is compli-, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you, not loving you, one hundred proof Youre afraid of me Yes I When you look in my eyes Tell me theres more inside Tell me youre feeling high Tell me youre here tonight Tell me you hear my pain Hear my soul, how you feeling? Now you know If you see it, if you would, God Now get the gold, yeah! Wooh!

Lets lets talk talk bout bout love Lets lets talk talk bout bout trust Lets lets talk talk bout bout you Lets lets talk talk bout bout us Lets talk about our love And when its said and done Gimme some of you you Baby got a nigga feeling like kid again Make the homie wanna go and have a kid and then Marry on an island probably on a private boat Total silence while we gliding on Hawaiis coast Body of a goddess Brains of a Harvard student Her intellect can intercept the brightest star moving Hear the horns playing? They playing for that girl I aint playing I plan to go around the world Might settle down Like fuck bitches Call the homies up Im in love nigga Can you believe that? She gonna follow where my lead at high off life quit then relapse You heat them horns playing? They playing for that women She think a nigga on I think im on to something Uhh And so I ask my How it feel to be with somebody that you define As the perfect human that shaped under his design God almighty Golly you probably over-shadow sunshine Man I feel sorry For them hoes thats playing catch up inside the city Or catching feelings when they hearing that you fucking with me Or Im fucking with you, that vise versa Im feeling it, you killing it where them big hearses You hear them horns playing? They playing for that diva Im paying for that Rozy, im paying for that refeefa Cuz this a celebation Im seranating every occasion now peep my cadance I break it down love You break it down love Then bring it back up Fuck in front of the mirror break it till we get bad luck You hear tham horns playing? They playing for that queen I think im really on Cuz she on my team In the beginning it always good Until..

It makes no difference in this life Up and ups just fine On the up and up this life Til were down on our luck It makes no difference in this life Up and ups just fine On the up and up this life Til the lift gets stuck Lifting up, lifting up Lifting up Coming down, coming down Coming down Make em look, make em look To the sound They tell you pull over, tell you get out the car Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up your arms Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it We were going home Waiting for the kids School bus to arrive Oh, but you know, theyre gonna do it anyway Reaching for your keys Wait, is that your phone? Got a TBI Wait, is that police? Get out for what? Im not your guy Wife behind the trees Tryna to tell you dont Theyre about to fire Theyre gonna do it anyway Theyre gonna do it anyway Theyre gonna do it anyway Theyre gonna do it anyway They tell you pull over, tell you get out the car Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it They wanna see your hands, tell you hold up you arms Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Whoa Ferguson, oh Baltimore Raleigh, North Carolina But you know, theyre gonna do it anyway Wisconsin, Tulsa, Oklahoma Cleveland, Ohio Montgomery, Baton Rouge, Cincinnati car Dayton, Ohio But you know, theyre gonna do it anyway New York, New Jersey, Phoenix, Minnesota South Carolina They gonna do it anyway They are gonna do it anyway They are gonna do it anyway They are gonna do it anyway They are gonna do it anyway You better duck, run fast from the mania Dont stare, dont laugh at the media Brake free, press gas when it enter ya Dont let it go bad when he ante up Highway, get out the way Black man do your great escape Pac-man wanna prosecute you Raise your hand up, and theyll shoot ya Face off, face off Adolf Hitler Grandkids slayed off Niggas, same rules, same chalk Different decade, same law Keep focus, you wanna get caught with your eyes open You wanna stay clear of the prognosis Pride provoked him, watch demotion Watch em close enough Dont let the holster break or roast ya Rollercoaster ride that bitch Soon or later sides gon switch You know Johnny got that itch How many more of us gotta see the coroner? Slain by the same badge, stop, wait, brake, fast! Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it Dont do it, dont dont do it

Life is full of up and downs Twists and turns But somehow we keep on steppin These walls could talk they’d tell me to swim good No boat, I float better than he would No life jacket, I’m not the God of Nazareth But your flood can be misunderstood Walls telling me they full of pain, resentment Need someone to live in them just to relieve tension Me? I’m just a tenant Landlord said these walls vacant more than a minute These walls are vulnerable, exclamation Interior pink, color coordinated I interrogated, every nook and cranny I mean its still amazing before they couldn’t stand me These walls want to cry tears These walls happier when I’m here These walls never could hold up Every time I come around demolition might crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I’m in it, I love it when I’m in it These walls could talk they’d tell me to go deep Yelling at me continuously, I can see Your defense mechanism is my decision Knock these walls down, that’s my religion Walls feeling like they ready to close in I suffocate, then catch my second wind I resonate in these walls I don’t know how long I can wait in these walls I’ve been on the streets too long Looking at you from the outside in They sing the same old song About how they walls always the cleanest I beg to differ, I rather miss them I rather call, I rather diss them I rather fall on you, put your wall up Cause when I come around demolition go crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries , gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I’m in it, I love it when I’m in it And reality is Sometimes through these ups and downs You gotta know when to lead or to follow Keep steppin Chi-town If your walls could talk, they’d tell you it’s too late Your destiny accepted your fate Build accessories and stash them on the are Take the recipe, the Bible and God Wall telling you that commissary is low Race wars happening no calling CO No calling your homie to save you Homies to say youre reputable, not acceptable Your behavior is Sammy Da Bull like A killer that turned snitch Walls is telling me you a You pray for appeals hoping the warden would afford them Walls telling you to listen to Sing About Me Retaliation is strong, you even dream bout me Killed my homeboy and God spared your life Dumb criminal got indicted same night So when you play this song, rewind the first verse About me abusing my power so you can hurt About me and her in the shower whenever she horny About me and her in the after hour of the morning About her baby daddy thats currently serving life How she think about you until we meet up at night About the only girl that cared about you when you asked her And how she messing with famous rapper Walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk

Verse 1 They found me under the sea, with three dollars and sixty cents So why would it make any sense for me to not make any since The curly head, black lipped kid That works at Magic Disk, be on some shit I take a stand then make you sit You take a stand, and then you snitch What part of the game is that huh? Pardon my frame of mind, but if you get out of line, itll be a disaster I take trips and pass out the most Monumental rapper, dont ever go toe to toe With those whos over dosing, on the antidote Effortless I wreck this shit Ab-Soul-loutly definite Bet your deficite, that you aint testing it Im excellence on ecstasy If you can fathom such a combo, off the Humboldt Smellin like Im lightin a pine cone Feeling like my mind got caught in a cyclone I should put a spell on you niggas, like a typo TaeBeast, TDE, El Campo Carson, K-I-N-G, Del amo Verse 2 Uh, sittin in my homeboys apartment In them dirty halls, burner in my dirty draws.... watch it! For the boys that want it all, just got into altercation at the mall But niggas know my protocol, ready for my homicide Put me in a position, to have my finger itchin Dont jump up in the game if you aint ready for the kitchen Cause best believe the stove hot, cooking up beef up in the box till my time stop Barb wires and pig cops Every door get into locks, phone aint got no dial tone Look up and the clouds gone, hungry and my childs gone Solitary mind state, push ups help me stay straight Noodles help maintain, reading helps me isolate Troubles help me concentrate, enemies evacuate Let me hyperventilate Hoping that my girlll still be on it and the mother fuckers call me in the mornin Verse 3 Fuck that shit, Imma blow it up Fuck that shit, Imma load it up Dump that clip, like a movie script Whether blood or crip, I dont give a fuck Imma live it up, my time is now Time and time again, I got that sound Thatll drown, Titanic, in Atlantics ocean Im hoping, that they both go down Nigga please, nigga hand your bitch your keys So she can push your humvee, to my place we can smoke your weed Pray to god that Im not god, MC bumped in your ipod Simply I am the CyHi of Centennial High dont give me no tie I ready made my business mine, dec-i-mals are definite Deficate on music mates, and bet, I do it delicate-ly Ignore your celiba-cy and then tell you fuck you Aye what the fuck you want, my fucking dick, you fucking cunt Get off my n-u-t, s, he yes, got that unorthodox flow Niggas is trapped, they dont hold no wraps but they calling 5-0 Smash in a El Dorado, whip it straight, till the fender break In the middle of the street, where the criminals be While I blaze this heat from the Tae Beast.... tape Kendrick Lamar

Ayo, K-Dot? You up on that new Snoop Dogg? That nigga shit bae! I aint fuckin with none of these new niggas, but that nigga, Snoop Dogg? That nigga back! Right, right, he a wild lil nigga. But thats where youre wrong at lil homie; big Snoop never left! I am still here! Jah Rastafar- Yeah, chada-di-da-da Sugar Yah, man Check it Didnt think I would last, Im adrift on a draft While Im flippin my craft, hold a gift to the gab Cre-i-zippin my rag see, hop on the grass Peep-pop on these suckers tryna avoid the clash But if I must I must, let me raise my glass Tryna move on off and put you on up - some fresh game Or how to maintain, sustain and gangbang You never change, you stay the same It sound easy, dont it? I put a lot on it I be Dogg on it, I really want it Achieve at the speed that you work at And these is the Gs we the throwbacks Battlecat on the track There is just no way you can call that a comeback We done that, we run that, from the top back little to the front We only here to give you what you want Blaze the blunt! When your times is being rough and no one want to be near you You know that Ill be there, Ill be right there And when youre luck is so bad and no one really wants to hear you Just turn me on, and turn me out and let me play Lada-di-di-di-da-da! Horse and a carriage Sports in a marriage, all in a days work Show you how these plays work Longevity, heavenly blowing kush heavily Rearrange my melody, no more felonies Shout-out to my mama Beverly, and my grandmother the elderly should be upheld to the utmost Dorothy Tate, half the reason why Im great Mississippi the state Let me shake back, right back to the beat And keep supplying yall with more heat for the street Snoop Dogg, Snoop Lion, its all the same One things for sure, this shit bae Achieve at the speed that you work at See these is the Gs and we the throwbacks Battlecat on the track There is just no way you could call it a comeback Did that, done that When your times is being rough and no one want to be near you You know that Ill be there, Ill be right there And when youre luck is so bad and no one really wants to hear you Just turn me on, and turn me out and let me play Lada-di-di-di-da-da! Lada-di-di-da-da! Yeahma, Snoop Lion Snoop Dogg, hehe! Im still here! B.C. Powder! Yessir

Livin in my own world, I could never die Ambition of a hundred kings livin in the sky Nothin can stop me, no nothin can stop me My destiny tellin me that God got me Grace in my own greatness and I made this Pandemonium and victory, I can taste it Set me free, I wanna be set free I wanna be remembered in my own legacy We fight, we cry, we live, we die as kings We multiply with gold, our hearts will bleed You recognize this more than just my dream Once you realize, youll know what lies beneath Know what lies beneath, know what lies beneath Close your eyes and youll realize you know what lies beneath Nothin can stop me, no nothin can stop me My destiny tellin me that God got me Came from darkness, I made it with sharpness Back when I said that I tried my hardest I will not lose, I paid my dues I failed several times, I tied my shoes

For someone start with my nigga Al Mack The first real nigga I lost Even though he used to gang bang Well never be able to see his chain swang But thats that Jesus piece lost Cause he would have rocked it well But instead he rocked that hair full of braids braided by his girl Leesi With the semi on, nigga had game kinda cold Never killed a soul, so he never had a problem With thinking hisself was gettin old Livin life like it never would happen Shit, niggas dyin like life really goin full circle Thought we was gon live to see it all Til that day that he died on a head-on collision with a motorcycle Its true, cool niggas die too Yeah nigga, Its true, cool niggas die too It could happen to me, it could happen to you But yeah Its true California economics, killer assignments School test scores drop, murder rates climbin Scarface where you watch, try to reenact And launched over the balcony, buck shots in our backs Every day casualties got me losin my sanity Cannons be within arm reach, Im all panicky Last week I had a run in with my enemys friend Shit, finna be dead man quick Grab the pistola, hollup, complimentary of the cig But then the boys rolled up, we both admit Close call, the ghetto is like a quick game of tennis ball Youre probably well preserved until you get served Through the knowledge I get a few dollars, you gettin demolished If you cruise through Compton wearin red or blue See colors in these niggas eyes Is like a favorite color bein told by the blind, dont really matter I met Jamico when I went to high-school They stayed around the corner bur shit, I never knew Me and Kisel Ken in the basement playing drums, making music While she fussin yellin down the stairs, Im on the phone you losers I remember late for school every morning thirsty for that Mickey Ds Not knowin the death of her mother matured her very quickly So we gon fast forward school graduated, went to college got married They had a pretty little girl but the world couldnt make her tardy Died from a seizure at her daughters birthday party Uhn, Blue chucks, swing Glocks, they both in my pants Im a gangsta I can do no wrong Fuck with the lights on, and say I love you baby Cause tomorrow may not make it to me I got a kilo and a seven series, when a crown went crack, nigga I bet the gun sale plat, oh ATF be on that sucker shit They hate a black nigga with getting moneys involved Got an ounce in my draws I just wanna live forever my nigga Took the blue pill, crack the axillae If Q said it then you know that shit real Pistol grip up, on my lap all times I used to drive a Honda, with the dimes inside Now drive by is by the marks that killed Bebes kids So the gun is who my role model is, The illest Crip in a Benz Look, Im never half of my steppin, Im never not with my weapon So youll get got in a second like Gotta understand my disposition, see I was raised a little different Disenchanted former county check recipient Reminiscin of a Mexican immigrant Cept the borders my existence, stripped away my innocence Constantly conflicted over color restrictions You outta your district, you end up on a milk carton missin Thats average every day California livin Race riots in the yard spill outside of the prison Besides the killings, West Coast cap peelin This California lifestyle was so appealin Imagine the women, exotic cars, custom driven You on your Hollywood thing, what a beautiful feelin, aint it? Such a perfect picture painted Yet its tainted by the unfortunate and less famous I aint complainin, its home Just somethin to ride to when youre off in the zone This a little somethin you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, niggas will ride and smoke you This a little somethin you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, niggas will ride and smoke you Wanna be involved with the underworld dealers East Coast bodyers, West Coast cap peelers Wanna be involved with the underworld dealers East Coast bodyers, West Coast cap peelers

Change is coming, change is here Holla if you hear me In the memory of 2Pac sincerely Been a G, since standing four feet on the monkey bars Steal a niggas box like it was ours Cars roll up, Nah we dont fold up We just hold up our guns like championship cigars Mama hold the porch sipping OE out of a straw I remember it all, them early Compton days Shit, I put my all in them high school hallways Montgomery never saw the dime bags Finshed my work, finished a sale right before class was over Now whats over Im old enough to put the world on my shoulders without a massage Never came in the truck no more, we back seat Times is rough, the only time your pledge your allegiance If youre shot in the heart bleeding Ouch Its gutter when the sun come up When the sun go down Nothing but tears, no onions Under the ungodly functions, 187s and robbery will come Dont go looking for it Dont look like you hard Youre better off looking foreign, Im warnin ya Before that warm temperature warmin up Your blood temperature, that corner filled with coroners The neighbors is listeners Im the future of the new west for you visitors Never mind them other niggas Im talkin in particular Just cause you got the flu dont mean youre sick enough Im igloo cold with it If California snows then I did it The 21st of June Ill make a blizzard The OG aim they guns at the moon Bullets break through the atmosphere Fear no man but God, the God of rap is here And I can see you scared Real gangsters either dead or in jail And you dont look like a zombie and I dont see no cells I sink niggas blackships, he wont sail And his album really aint shit, he wont sell And I had that mind state since twelve No skates on my feet just running the turf for life like football cleats 5 hours asleep, nigga you do the math Thats 19 hours lost, I got insomnia bad But, I cant complain or happen to think it too much, came passion Albert Einstien gained Had to hold my stomach for hunger pains over looking ? This business got too many villians Superman is back The cape aint red, its black Thats a trench coat And the note for your information if we was dead this recarnation Watch your heads

I rather die on my mother fucking feet fore a nigga live on his knees Twin Glocks in my palm back against the wall Im ready for war My enemies die slow when I ride screaming THUG LIFE pistol in the sky Remember me as a real nigga when I go The Hennessy got me riding dirty with my crew, nigga M-O-B Pussy ass niggas better duck they tails Niggas can hide when my squad bail nigga we ballin Alizé and weed keept on callin gotta get some more Intoxicated got almost had me falling lemme hit the floor World Wide MOB figures I bet you all of my niggas ready to die nigga Can you feel me? World Wide MOB Figure Dont even wear yo strap if you aint ready to die nigga My attitude like fuck it middle finger towards the public Bringing buckets to all my adversaries and I love it My momma stress every night telling me to slow down I said Momma Im in too deep aint no turning back now Cause the niggas from the other side they want me dead Catch me slipping roll up on me put a hole in my head And the chronic just to got me even more paranoid Looking out the window if they coming Im ready for em Just remember 2Pacalypse never ran from em Ran to em eyes open with both guns dumpn And till then tell them mother fuckers to strap up Guns blazing when they act up I see death around the corner I see death around the corner I see death around the corner I see death around the corner I see death around the corner So I move way different than I used to Eyes in back of my head everything bulletproof Walking out the house cautious Circle round the block twice before my car park it My allies despise my success so they got me watching my every step No exaggeration I know I can feel the reapers breath Hovering over me like a helicopter or a 747 on autopilot All of my problems dissolve once I take control of my own destiny Hop on my murder chart overcome the odds This goes out to all my dogs Just holler if you hear me like a charger made by dodge made by dodge Just ask Pac what its like to be ready every night AK-47 by the window aiming at car lights For Makaveli the Mac is ready to explode On any mother fucker who curse his soul Death around the corner I saw him near last week In my Oldsmobile some niggas try to blast me So I cocked back the 4-5 no lie Let my trigger finger fly like Nigga Nigga die Close call player haters wanna see me fall I shows no mercy you better be ready for war Fuck the law should I ride on my own two No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon as I come through Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw BOW-BOW-BOW-BOW sound of my melody Murder murder kill kill what them voices be telling me Ever since a baby a nigga was living crazy Age 13 playing with heaters ready for beef like You want it you can get it anyway that you want it Hit yah block, parents get smoked fast like marijuana I trust no one everyday Im watching my back Its a well known fact that I see death around the corner

The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me Hey, ho, hey, want me Hey, ho, hey, want me Hey, ho, hey, oh, oh I wanna see you fall through, quick, fast, without havin to call you Quick fast, I know just what they all do But you can do it better and its all cool Never seen a stop sign or a stop light I wanna see what livin on the top like You wanna see what livin on the top like Then shadow me and take me on a joy-ride Look both ways wherever there I go In case I run into you, I drive slow I know your sex-drive go all day Then we can roll till tomorrow Lights out for the insecure, self-centered I know your heart wont be the same when I Dive in head first, I dont mind if I drown In other words, girl I need you right now I said-- The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me ] Just like I want you Just like I want you Just like I want you Just like I want you She needs me, uh, I need her, uh Downtown, uh, me first, uh, me first, uh me first She needs me, uh, I need her, uh I wanna pick your brain too, I wanna get the brain too Tell the truth I might even stand in the rain to Just to make you rain too See your last one didnt recognize your worth All good I let him go first, all good I let you go first I come right after then second round occur The love of your name can only pertain To the flame I got in my vein, I never complain When your name is mentioned, I cant hold back or restrain Its the flame I got in my vein, I never complain I just want you to want me, want you to want me Just like I want you Just like I want you Just like I want you Just like I want you She needs me, uh, I need her, uh Downtown, uh, me first, uh, me first, uh me first She needs me, uh, I need her, uh

Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you I remember growing up Just a Dogg Pound pup bumping G Thang Its that gin and juice in my cup And all I knew was N.W.A Eazy, Yella and Ren, Ice Cube and Dre Big Snoop, Warren G, Nate Dogg and raised Kurupt, Daz and RBX, the original gang Bad ass super fly, I can go on for days D.P.G.C., thats the way I was raised And motherfucking 2Pac was my shit Especially when he was rocking on the Doc shit Killa Cali where it all started Legacy, me, Im just happy to be a part of it This west shit Its history in the making, this is the next step Californias best kept, yep Its your own Scoe, Im a Y.A gangsta rider On behalf of the South Central L.A, we wanna Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you I remember when it all started On Alondra in that small apartment Burgundy carpet and SEGA cartridges Pop a flick and blunt ashes all on the garments Momma of off wine cooler, Magic Johnson played Jordan I was only four, but it was like I heard it before A house party cracking of the music the Doctor recorded And according to my awareness I was more than coherent A cold listener, mocking that shit like a parrot My cousins kicking up dust cripping The flag, they wear it around their hand like a mitton Aiming use it for leverage Shitting on Compton sheriffs like fuck the police Woofers and gold rollies Every swap meet should know me Cause I copped every record that dropped Dropped the dub just to hear Doc drop A jewel for the sake of hip hop Who ever have thought the moment I see you bullets for Cali love Fifteen years later you be saving my life, what Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic Now we puffing the kush and Im like For giving the West Coast CPR Now here we are, we like to We can never pay you back All the shit you did for hip hop and gangsta rap For that Without further adieu Diggy Doc, this one is for you

Classic, Young Gotti Gangsta, gangsta Look, swallow your pride and then eat a dick Make the Rulers apologize you aint ruling the shit Im Rick Rubin in 85 with the beard thick Dick bitch tight the movie and slanted eyes that squinch I tell you that Im one up, sun down then sun up Son, I son niggas I probably fucked up your mama No condom, its good pussy Pussy, tell it to your honor that this trauma is Jeffrey Dahmer Took me too many moons set up this new platoon Get ambushed or kicked, pushed with push broom Man look, your man, look like sweet water Corn bread to break under pressure if hes caught up Big homie said I gotta crawl before I walk And if I ran my mouth then my legs would get cut off Im just a young boss with a bat cave Back against the wall closer my back came back with them back pains, whoa Tell em put my name on the blimp Ball like Im Derrick Rose you should know my gym You playas not allowed Im sparking your game towels And spikn your Gatorade with gasoline Im foul Im in the crowd like Artest and them I move the crowd like Artest and them Punchlines mean I really go punch civilians Crunch time mean I take it to the hole Not this basket but rather the good pussy that Im in I assassin you niggas I make you wait shake in Blank tapes in your deck, niggas still break their neck They hear it you need plans with the label just to spin I need to clear it with the bank just to win Club accounts go 15 racks when you wet like that shit Its gotta be a sin. Hm. so Lord forgive me Im a sinner Hm. These hoes squeeze me cause Im a winner Back when we ate canned food for dinner, I coat food and the..tools make my agenda I show fools Im nasty like tofu I wish a Motherfucker would get your whole career injured This assault what a deadly weapon Guilt your favourite rapper, favourite rapper last record We fucked your baby actress on the map just what a blessing Make that pussy ante up she call my dick anti-depressive Im really not depressed with, none of you niggas stressing Thats some of you niggas bless with the gift to carry the presence A big in Pac and pop with..and with investments 15 minutes come up with 60 seconds Last month Ive been six hours inside of session Came up with shit writers block niggas up in this stressing Like who the fuck cares? who the fuck cares? Even if you get drunk up Still be a millionaire You could play a Santa Claus and make sure youre the whole dear Every verse I put that bitch in the hearse, while boy stear Uh Church to your pussy and push me get pack.. Verse that you cookie I read it my foot is here big boy Alright And you dont stop, and it dont stop And you dont stop And it dont stop 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 be that shit that make real niggas grab they dick And bitches rubbin on they tits as if they think this monkeys rich Monkey see what monkey do, you monkeys never make no tips Climbup the tree shit on you Paranoid the shit and bricks that can build the castle Hastle and breaking your picket fence I know pterodactyls that still exist Clappin if you resist to cooperate, go home and see their daughters go.. You at risk if you wear bracelet, we want your wrist We can taste it from planet pluto Dog Gonnit you panic just like a poodle rip out your culo then kudos Two door Regals, El Caminos, and two more Sevilles with the whitewalls, wipe it off with my shoe ho I feel you just menthol, meant to get smoked and sent off to your maker Trace your..with no the ..coach Mean aint no hood high up in California and G watches snoops Ladies press down I bet you dog watchin, west coast whats up? Gangsta, gangsta you dont stop 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 Yeah, ah 1 2, LA whats at it with it Kendrick Lamar You dig that, we out here Look Me while Im in Compon stomping through the swamp to swap meet Going back to L.A. yall Tryin to see whats poppin You cannot stop me Jay Rock, SchoolBoy, Top Dog Entertainment We the best, with the west Who can blame me Ive been put up on all the OGs Dre Snoop, Quick Easy E DJ Quick and now its me Then you see game, now we finna change The whole fucking game smash it know you lames Compton you should already know the name yeah we pop it I shout out the whole westside because I got it like that And if we had it once then we got it right back And if you ever had it you wont have it no more And if we see the back though we to the front door Taking your bread, crucifying everybody off with their head This is freestyle of the top of the dome And you know Big Boi thats my home Whats up? And you do stop, and you do stop, and you do stop And you do, and you do, and you do and you do And you do, and you do, and you do and you do And you do, and you do, and you do and you do And you do, and you do, and you do stop

I’m a Nestor Ave tibby rock thrower Nightlife liver, still waiting to throw up 25 cents, Now & Later, and a soda Snotty-nosed kids slap boxing on the corner Yeah, that’s me right there Sandy little Jordans and the swoosh in his hair In the overall shorts, I ain’t have a care in the world Contact, ‘cause my call right there I thought I was Pac when ‘Hit ‘Em Up’ came out Got in trouble for the music, I was playin’ it loud Read the credits to all the CDs in the house With the bottle I was rockin’ the crowd I was eight when I wrote my first rap line down Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch Are you feeling me? Back in third grade I was killing it If y’all don’t get the metaphor, it’s all elementary Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school Ready for the action, if it happened, I was cool I ain’t see ‘em, if you do, tell my daddy I’m a fool, Kendrick Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock That boy’s bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots Now what you know about them Westside streets? We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep Rapping my best in my sleep, that’s if I ever slept Countin’ bars while you countin’ sheep, you lookin’ at the best God-given, I’m been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos Sauconies Girbaud jeans, when Wayne made “bling-bling” I was hip-hopping Makin’ ‘em hop, have a pogo Let’s get this cream, cold stones I’m fallin’ off, hold on When peeling off, BMX bikes Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like A pizza and a cold Sprite Peace to the world I close my door and make love to the beat Then fuck your girl That was K.Dot then Top-tier, I’m here, they call me King Hope With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock Street hop from the bottom, we on the street’s top It’s all scenic, believe it, you’ll get your bean popped I give you my album in replacement of Detox I drop shit with ease to let y’all eavesdrop On my style, eyes of an owl as they watch Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch Or get thrown on the pit, I was thrown on stages Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing My flow ’96, your flow ‘06 Your flow “eh, cool…”, my flow “oh shit!” You flow don’t exist, we co-exist with the UFOs Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don’t know The aliens panic, pack they bags, they hit the road The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll

Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I could never lie with you I could never afford not to afford I could never put my plans to the side with you I could never see a red light Like a deer with the headlight I freeze up when I re-up See I barely had patience And youre relating Only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it? Went to work for it See a nine to five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came, checks didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth I read the fifth amendment We both criminals with bad intentions They say time heals all But if I could shortcut My success, Corvettes by tomorrow But why you so sad? Walking around with them blue faces They say I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down My home girl got a credit card scam She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn Intuition got a black woman wishin She sayin this on the phone with the noodles in the pan I know you, woman, I console you, woman You feel like the universe owes you, woman Oh the anticipation, hoping you could make it Women dont prosper chasing education But youre talented, and cant handle it And your homegirls cant be your manager 365 times four, plus more Cant get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina? But aint no money like fast money Even today Im considered a crash dummy A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward? My accolades better than all them But why Im so sad? Walking around with them blue faces They say I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down to the top I love god, I love speed, I love drank, I love me I love oceans in the deep I love women, I love me I love God But I’m scared of god speed Sometimes Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and baby Somebody say Kendrick American they sho’ is crazy And I said “why?” Then he looked me in the eye He said homie you messed up You breaking my good luck You wishing for miracles Living through shit, you’re crying hysterical Settle for everything, complain about everything Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines You projects ain’t it, I live in the hood You living to keep warm I’m living to pay rent I paid my way through Praying to Allah You played your way through dealing with Wi-Fi Bull shit yourself, you talking to strangers Same thing go for the ones you came with We all came on the boat looking for hope And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope These days ain’t no compromise Your pain ain’t mine half the time A brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me See I made my moves, with shackled feet Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town Corn row Kenny I wanna get the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr I wanna get the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr, skrr Corn row Kenny So many plays on me I finesse Palisade views with some sex I lost a lot of love for missionary This the first time I react Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil A father figure play with him, you get killed Play with me and he will kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juggin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juggin’ like that I did a lot of dumb things in my past Love will give me hope and I won’t relapse Dave just bought a new nine eleven Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Rashad got his son dripping in gold Me? I’m ‘bout to let my hair down on hoes Ali bout to let his hair down on hoes Top billing that’s a million a show Might blow the Whole Remy on Soul Might tell Obama be more like Punch Sounwave got a Grammy this year Mack wop, but he do what he want Level two, level two No I’m not done You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one I could put a rapper on life support Guarantee something that none of you want Then hold me down and they yell something like Rent is like twenty five hundred a month What if I empty my bank out and skrrrt? What if I empty my bank out and skrrt? You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got, you ain’t got Tell me that, tell me that That, I am the One You ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got You ain’t got tell me that, what I’m the one Yes, I’m the one

They leave the city behind us Straight out of Compton You need a compass to find us Waters that blue when people called me your highness Prince of Zamunda, you get in tune with the lions Away from the rumors and those who assume what I am Parked onto Hollywood to Hawaiian Bitches I’m in the reach of 90 degree climate It’s me, beautiful sounds at CCYN’s Cheer CLK slash G Wagon driving I’m a L-A-M-B-O hoppin out, cool on auto pilot Smooth ass babies bottoms with Johnson baby powder Hey coward, suck a big dick with aids on the tip No homo, yall just make me sick I’m ready for war I got my riffle, my sword Blueprint mapped out, this is what’s it all about But for now cop a sweet out in Singapore Piña colada with umbrella straws I’m telling y’all This is Big K nigga Big clip in broad day nigga Big K, wave it your way nigga Nigga I’m gone Nigga I’m ghost Bout to touchdown on a whole another coast Jumping off planes Hoppi on boats Gon throw it up Then nigga let’s toast Nigga I’m gone Nigga I’m ghost Bout to touchdown on a whole another coast Jumping off planes Hoppin on boats Even when I’m gone, know my heart’s still close Out the hood Now Im walkin through that white sand With some Latin women who any watching them belly dance I got a belly ache, I’m eating too fast I can’t slow down, they force feeding me the cash I got a big appetite so I chow down Pocket full of hundreds, fuck it I’m a boss now I make boss moves Bitch I’m overseas Fucking on four bitches, blowing foreign trees Amsterdam, maybe Oslo, Norway I’d do me, I give a damn what a whore say True P pinstripes like Jorge Yankees fitted on blinds through the doorway Ha, yeah I’m back on that gully shit Number one hustler to get money wit N. Jersey Devil, yeah you heard me But you giving out the trust, I gained it early Exit out this fake shit, no thrills Get back to reality, travelling through the hills Bitch I’m out of here Deuces, peace Pendejo, carajo, adiós, capeesh Nigga I’m gone Nigga I’m ghost Bout to touchdown on a whole another coast Jumping off planes Hoppi on boats Gon throw it up Then nigga let’s toast Nigga I’m gone Nigga I’m ghost Bout to touchdown on a whole another coast Jumping off planes Hoppin on boats Even when I’m gone, know my heart’s still close

Was a good student, got all As So the music that Im producing is sort of like high grade You can get so high that You wont need a pilot Everytime you listen youre gaining frequent flyer mileage Politic on project knowledge with street scholars In need of fatter wallets so they seek dollars Holla, at the God, inhale, exhale Then hail the king draped in Pharaohs bling Or something like it Some will like it, others wont But understand the flow is as smooth as a summer night is Off the top when I write this And the plan is to get a girl with the same eyes As the goddess Isis Looking for my Nefertiti in the city Where we substituted hieroglyphics for graffiti Dont get smacked silly, with ill battle raps Under pressure niggas twist like sprite bottle caps Tell Semtex to gather all his effects Cause this here might get a few bombs from Flex A few niggas vexed when we on the set So a few niggas gotta get palms and necks Cracked, snapple pop, pay attention ahk Me and Mickey bout to make this Black apple pop Like Snapple tops From BK to the City of Angels City where niggas throw up their hands in angles To represent their tribes And other colors, niggas love us Kiss the mothers, raise the brothers Ill teach you something You niggas got the game all wrong You rapping for niggas in all yall songs I got songs like Treat Her Right unh Ladies know when I perform, I be the right form Any blog, website, Tumblr or forum Youre drug trafficking when you post up these poems Love it or you dont But yo my lyrics you will quote You wanna see whats up, get a beat thats tough Ill eat it up for sure If you live than Im liver, if you hot than Im lava Burning up, Im the agua, shut you down when I rise up Fucking ducking when I come in bucking with something rugged Niggas can hate it, but as long as the ladies they love it Check out the ratio at all our shows Im the God, I get all the...queens 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, low calorie rap bars not me My sweet 16 will 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, shooting dice 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 scorch you, or escort you Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of Portable handshanks, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait We want the peace, but keep a piece Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up Its Mickey From the depths of the seas Back to the rap Mick Factz motherfucker From the, the, the Black Apple Where the nightmares reign supreme Stay ahead never beg cause I aim to please Brain disease, sick spit flame degrees Thatll make Satan leave til his veins will freeze Museum Mick, international women with high class Will do E and look at you like Im gassed Oxymoron, big dog evict frauds Slick boss that shop, tags get ripped off I dont lie about what I cop like Rick Ross Come to broads I dish off like Chris Paul Quickdraw McGraw shoot and spit raw Im too hot cause I was born with a pitchfork This kid hard, when Im pissed off you lift off These lip gloss ass rappers are so chick soft Look lil mama, we aint blood so Crip-walk We aint fam, you aint my man so skip off You get your Rafer on, I get my paper on Im sonning cats, Im getting my Darth Vader on Check the program Im killing rappers Barbarian, Im Conan You hear the flow man The best I know with my chest out bro The Achievement is coming, thats not an Xbox goal

Lyrics from Snippet Too many opinions in the glasshouse This world full of ego, let me cash out Jump in that—, jump in that bitch Jump in that— , jump in that bitch Jump in that— , jump in that— Jump in that bitch Jump in that bitch, run in that bitch Jump in that-jump in that bitch Two trench coats in the bag Baby Keem, king of rap And I think he just came back How the fuck did I go back? Get your case off my back That my son, wait, relax Beat my son, go to your room Stop sneak-dissin, that aint bool Play both sides, huh She love all my guys, huh

And I never came down from the last time But that dont mean nothing, niggas still climbing Bitches popping bottles and they sipping pink diamonds I took a break from the game and I seen these niggas clowning The blogs wouldnt be the same if you took Spitta out it Props to the ones who instrumentally getting me popping Balling without first learning the fundamentals, forget about it Tryna 360 up the middle, you aint even learn to dribble Twiddling my thumbs smoking lime Watching hamster ass rappers running wheels going nowhere with their rhymes Stuck, Glenn Robinson big dog bus, socks up, top down, killing squares, riding around Coolest nigga in yo city, even when Im not in town Smoking like I signed for 50 million and Im underground Yeah, uh Smoking like I signed for 50 million still underground And who we are, flow away above all, see If I didnt rap I still look like a star, just admit, you know You can spot me from afar, no big diamond chain that was so old for Just a mention going up, its nothing that I fire Put the ladies sleeping over, slumber parties every night Get your flights from … sending me all over Bring me to the club, cause all the bitches like What other rapper you know can call from Dakota, anger ...and call from a favor And Brooklyn and Queens cause they got Im a king Avoiding tattoos, ...take the music … My kicks so is fresh no scuffs from the ground, this niggas too fly, cant get scuffs from the clouds This aint even my city but shit might as well, thats why me and spitta sold out ATL Jet setter, Ive been iller, causing vendettas with all of you Ben Stillers These little fuckers hate my endeavors, time for men sweaters under chinchillas Trend setter, kick killer my feet wear caskets Fresh to death and rare glasses, the bomb bottles, rose petals and Ford models Who all follow my Twitter and still sword swallow DM me, got him in the frenzy, its all about the benjies Im feeling like the kembe, block haters stop player Im so clean My pockets love the earth baby they go green Sitting back in that cold thing, wanna rock the mic but she dont sing Messing with the flow king, kiss the gold ring, pucker up buttercup, or knuckle up to these punch lines that uppercut Chillin in my teepee, no indian but he be The realest shit I must admit Im baskin in my feces My style is harder, yours is watered down they call it fiji The bible or my CD, both of them were said to be the Formula to live your life, or coping with the ills No time to play kid, I think you needs to chill House party with killers, pray for Italy villas Where accents think its Buffy and chandeliers hang from ceilings Im dreaming, Im scheming to be major Compose art like a Mozart, the sequel to Amadeus, today is The day I see the sun, ignoring all the rain The fat lady has sung, octaves as high as planes Paper bout the forest tree, acres of that THC I dont smoke but homies do, find the cloud and have a seat And I wonder how ... live to see 80 I just wanna see Mercedes give me head in Mercedes

My turbulence put a burden on young herds And once its cracking its a chain reaction Minus Young Berg Killing with no excellence X-amount with no excellence To X em out with these words Panoramic views be tumbling out my mind No panoramic views, bullets tumbling out no nines Big AKs like Alicia Keys abbreviated And nowadays, niggas stand behind em like Clive Davis Clyde Drexler, before the hook I dribble niggas On the stretcher. A understatement to say That K Lamar was under pressure Dont press your luck when you pressed for time Cause when the press get this verse Theyre sure to press rewind A presidents prayer, cant say whats in my cul de sac Codeine, crack and codiac Enough violence to keep the Devil smiling while we Wyling on the corners with the ? rats Niggas build a trap house, hope that Gotti Dont run his trap. See the fans that tap out Thats wrestler shit. Dont rest your case With the gaze just cause you wrestled your bitch We catching bodies and catching fades in the hotel lobbies Fuck the security and thats at the Ritz Carlton My impurity is probably your best asset Spit ass, hit your block and chrome and your address Leave em stagnant This is torture when I scorch ya Or escort ya out the building with ex-convicts And all sorts of criminal handshakes Your man cant stick to the script With handpaint. Poppin your lip, then poppin the clip Then poppin your van, wait I want the peace. But keep the piece That I was Malcolm to your belief, wassup

Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff Bitch come here, I love money, get this shit clear  I will park yo ass Dont make me park yo ass Ayy Bitch come here, I love money, get this shit clear I will park yo ass Dont make me park yo ass Ayy Park him on the spot, park him if he say he hot Park him while his friends watch I am everything you not They say shame on me, I got the underground on lock Thats what hoes say, thats what the bros say I tell a freak bitch, Baby, lets roleplay I like the kinks bitch, fuck me til the OJs I mean my chain a woo-sah, I mean my game a woo-sah I want some head in my new car, bitch, I dont care who drive by You know I could make you famous You know life bring changes Shit, I changed locations soon as that big bag came in Thats a mighty fine ass you got Thought I forgot? I can make the play and cash it out Thought I forgot? Whoa Bitch come here, I love money, get this shit clear I will park yo ass Dont make me park yo ass Ayy Bitch come here, I love money, get this shit clear I will park yo ass Dont make me park yo ass Ayy

Lyrics from Snippet Dont grip on possessions, thats one of my lessons Its never been that deep, I cant be desperate I turn to Alexa, when I cant find Alexis This feel like a rainy day in Texas

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Im on Union Square Kendrick Lamar, violin, we take it there Me and my man, no one compare Thats like two left shoes, you fools Im so rude, my flow is so crude Spit at the mouth, foam and drool Im on top of the world, Im on my pedestal Looking under your girls dress - now thats a mess Lift my flows like I flip your wife And pass it to Sounwave down the way You know hes nice ADHD, producer, recruit ya To the armies ? Take a nigga to war You know how Im about to settle the score Kendrick, Ramal spelled backwards Come and get me, youre nothing but target practice Youre actors, coming at you with my flows Like acrobatics. You never can stride into Compton You get stomped on, what is youre talking about? You dont want none..

Brodie! I just wanna say something right now bro I once knew this girl named Mandy May Used to see her on campus like everyday I said her booty was the biz, gotta think Im sprung She got me diggin in my pockets gettin her hair done She like to ride in the two seat she move right Shes so cool Regina King of the boondocks Shes educational, Brain like a circuit Simon forward to anatomy class shes so perfect Roxy in a Reynolds wrapped on with a skirt on Sorority sisters never seem to be virgins What do I say the day I have to meet her father? Ive been chillin in your daughter since you sent her to college, sir Cowgirls style is Daisy Dukes and Gucci boots The good girl to like the bad guy and whos who? We made a touch screen, video, and bluetooth I guarantee at least a million hits on Youtube And I aint lying momma you the truth Im talkin fly Ill need a parachute to marry you 2X I swear the college girls is crazy man I really hope it aint your lady friend Cause I got her, And she want it And Imma give it, the frat boy is going ham Now take a picture, fill up the DJs cup And keep spinnin, one week to graduation! Welcome to college Where professors and the girls give you knowledge Ironic, The only place youll find it Men wanna hit the chronic and the girls be bondin But Im on a liquor gettin cells like Im Sonic Girls want a nigga cause Im gettin iconic And Im in To gettin hella paper like a saw mist Find me, in your girls dormitory And if its bedtime you already know the story Stressin her like a deadline I be on your campus and your chicks be buggin me Like a praying mantis So Im only laughin when chicks is gonna go hard D cups and straight As on report cards Find me in the yard like 36 inches Chicks on my wood cause you niggas on the benches Trynna get commas, like a split sentence Cause when my song leak, college girls be drinkin it 2X Livin like a student Im Drinkin and smoke pollutin The campus is stampin my signature Im sittin with her! Her sister is a freak and her cousin is quite petite And her auntie is thick dont trip her daddy is a minister And Im a menace so I jump in it and stick my junk in it Killed it like I had dumped in it with a AK, Mayday! With all due respect Im askin you for some leg She said her major was basic, I said my major was sex She asked me for my number then hit me off with a text Then we hit it of on her dormitory steps, then we slept In the library, I dont know how we got there I just know her name, Carrie And Block! Her hair was red, Yeah My head is spinnin from the sippin and the light bulbs I think I picked up the wrong cup Im so gone She got my hat on, sneakin out the back door Freakin in the sheets while her roommate is in the dorm The best performance and the greatest not in my life We had a good time, but we dont start fights Cream all the clothes, Adidas shell toes Cell phones full of memories, peep shows Its 3, its 3, 3 in the mornin, mornin And every, everybody yawnin, yawnin Yeah, we had a good time I had a good time We at the frat party

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 Crowds screaming the weirdest of chants They all in my era or thats an error Role model, I cant, its like Im a parrot Apparently, Im marking the dance I seen done with the devil such a ghetto romance Here I go questioning everything I do, yeah Then I found you, would this be cool? Should I give up? Should I be through? Thoughts keep running through my head But something inside of me is making me believe That I can do anything, do anything, yeah When I look-when I look in the mirror I see the hero inside of me And I feel no fear, no fear, no fear Im flying the way Im supposed to be Looking for a feast but we can find out And I can see my reflection when I look in the mirror Looking for me, what do you see? What do you see? Take your shit, thats what I wont do Out here doing what I want to You do what you cant Thats the difference, Im a motherfucking man Well indite, I wont take that Out here doing what I want to You do what you can Thats the difference, Im a motherfucking man 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 our referral to man as my neighbors Witness ski masks, the masses dont know Im packing this four and harassing your ho Now, Im done searching for answers Thinking of medicine I need to know When its over, will I know? Should I hold on? Should I let go? Sometimes its better off unsaid But something inside of me is making me believe That I can do anything, do anything, yeah When I look-when I look in the mirror I see the hero inside of me And I feel no fear, no fear, no fear Im flying the way Im supposed to be Looking for a feast but we can find out And I can see my reflection when I look in the mirror Looking for me, what do you see? What do you see? When I look-when I look in the mirror I see the hero inside of me

Now you got a body But what I love most is how you put Put your lips on top of me You gots to be the baddest bitch Ive ever seen in my life Wait! Your girl look better than you You know what that means, Im done with you Bye! Imma go hard, so fucking hard till I break the blood vessel out my motherfucking arm Whip the wood grain, whip the wood grain till I break the blood vessel out my motherfucking palm Break the blood vessel out their motherfucking eye everytime I ride by and theyre looking at the charm I laugh at em like that, with my seat laid all the, all the way to the back And the heat lay right, right, right under that Clap, clap, brr, brr, thats the sound of my gat Thats the sound of a 100 round drum, like a marching band, Im a stand up guy Imma pump my fist, Imma wave my hand until I get the attention of the president, pussy Presedential suite, laying in, laying in nothing but money With a dove skin bitch laying on the side of me Reminds me of Buffy, please remind me to fuck her after this freestyle 100 carat, nigga Im the golden child Full metal jacket, shit, going pow, pow Blow your brains out, let it hang out, let the neighbors talk about it, then skip trial Wow, Im amazed by how you niggas talk about youre married to the game, aint took a vow Ill fuck em up, cut em up, shoot em in the foot, or just gun butt em up Now, Im on some other shit, we aint on the same page You aint sticking to the script Let a 100 round clip stick to your lip like Carmex Shoot up your whip, fuck your tire, leave your car flat Blood or crip, I dont give a fuck bout none of that All of yall can get it, homeboy, its more than rap Training Day, I teach you niggas how to rap I rap like I got angels on my back God given, I never walk in the booth without the Holy Spirit I dont write it Off the top like a psychic I kick, lyrics like Jet Li Which produce money to put your boy on the beach Shit, sand in my feet Tell me what the fuck you know bout me

See, Im the man, tell em roger that I got bitches shattering glasses trying to holla back My pockets fat, if not they getting there Thats VIP, nigga, youll never get in there See, I inspire conversation with dollar signs You either talking money or just remain the mime She got a fat ass with an amazing mind That mean great brain I swear to God every time I pop off that I pop a vein Now aint that true love? I tell her kill Cupid and give my crew love And you aint getting it til you get in that jew love Im talking Seinfeld, Ben Stiller, Wall Street, bank tellers Tell em you couldnt bury with two cups Papa need his courage or face eternal extortion I harbor around the orbit on my Darth Vader Youll see the light saber dropping jewels, Marc Jacobs You know

Im whatever the streets made, the saint The renegade the chain on the timid slaves The dead on the corner, the van of the coroner The ambulance first-aid, the criminals crime wave The dominate at point guard, the drugs on the schoolyard The kid on the go-cart, the bucket that wont start The ruckus that wont stop, the city that hate cops The niggas thats fed up, shoot and shake cops The obstacle war block, the feeling of victory The friend, the enemy, the positive energy The negative force that forces you to sip Hennessy And sin like a sinner that exempts all sympathy The churches that God built, the verses that I killed The curse that the devil gave, the start of the end of days The happy and afraid, they dap me and give me praise But were nothing alike, see I am life, motherfucker And everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am Its a few things you wont understand And so I say comprehend the best you can Got damn, everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am Got damn, everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am Im the seven-headed monster brought on by revelations The evil conscience temptation that makes you wanna start hatin The fallen angel mistaken, now you think that he Satan The reservation Im dating, the devil infatuating I am the groupie that knew she liked to go fight with her parents Now its loosely apparent that she gets loose, now a parent I am that child support that says nah, nigga, you stuck You shouldve never have fucked, lost money over a nut Her pussy came in the clutch, that VC wasnt enough Her plan A was a A+, a plan B, never had one I am the robber of the gun, I am mistakes, I am strife Of course not, were not alike, see, homie, I am life, motherfucker And everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am Its a few things you wont understand And so I say comprehend the best you can Got damn, everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am Got damn, everyday I am, got damn, everyday I am

All day, nigga All day, nigga How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga How long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know Im straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south side! All day, nigga This Ye, nigga Shoppin for the winter and its just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you aint gettin money less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, Ive been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, thats sensei, nigga Told him Ive been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I dont let em play with me I dont let em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin popped on the day to day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride round listen to Sade, nigga If you aint with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly, fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high, high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga And you already know that a nigga from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side, side! All day, nigga I could do this all day, boy You know I wanna get down Like a light skinned slave, boy We in the mothafuckin house! Dont really matter what I make, boy You know I still go wild They need that Ye in the streets, boy Theres been a mothafuckin drought 24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin paid People lookin at me like Im worth both MJs Made the release date a police date People sayin, Ye, Ye, take it easy 20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they aint done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch So wont you dance? ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga Whistling All day, nigga I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed Hotter than a blowtorch Bank account just had a growth spurt If my partna goes up, I can play whole court All we used to do is eat cold cuts, yeah All day, nigga Used to sell yay out the hallway, nigga Gunshots rang in the broad day, nigga I like it when my shrimp is sautéed, nigga All day, nigga I said you can play this shit like all day, nigga Playin no games, no arcade, nigga Been doin this shit since a bald fade, nigga Nigga, dreadlock rasta Got a lot of dimes in my goddang roster Put Forgiattos on a red Lamborghini Now that mothafucka lookin like a goddang lobster All day, nigga Smoke me a joint then them eyes red, nigga Please dont make me fuckin irate, nigga If swag was a sport then Id race niggas, vrrrrrm Fuck it, Ill annihilate niggas Came here to violate niggas Violence, most valuable player All these checks in the mail I could check the mailbox all day, nigga Get low, alright All day, nigga Get low, alright All day, nigga Get low, alright All day, nigga Get low, alright All day, nigga South, south, south side, side! All day, nigga

That’s where you headed boy, to pine oil heaven. Imma get that gun, and then Imma get that money. I don’t believe you got it in you, Jake. Imma go get it right now Oh shit, awwwww you motherfucker! The next one will kill you. Ohh, son of a bitch. You shot me in the ass I never been a bitch in my life, I never ran from a fight I was told when niggas bark you should bite And these puppies ain’t eatin enough Pedigree to scare something They play with the word gangster til some lead dumpin Until the ambulance coming pressin on they chest Calf and stomach, you grabbin the hand of a woman I never took the stand, snitched on my man and came back home Like it was nothin, actin like I ain’t do somethin wrong Fuck it, and if I did i would look em in the face Tell hop out that bucket and spray Tell em to make sure they hit my head and my waist Tell them to circle round the block twice in case Shit, cement pump in my veins, hard body to the death Scream fuck the world with a capital F Everybody extinct, it’s just me and my niggas left And this is how we think No tongue tissue niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war Tell em No teddy bear niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war And when I say hard body, homie, not in a physical You either born with it or real niggas around real kids And it’s passed on like a ritual, not sworn in it You ain’t livin it because you put it in sentences And you ain’t givin it if it’s ten percent, it gotta be a hundred Walkin down the block, K in my hands, fuck it, who want it? I got a hundred shots for any one of you blood clots Motherfucker, we will fuck ya Spray your coupe and leave smoke in it like Chris Tucker I’m no gimmick, we smell out the timid We lift something out the trunk that got a kickstand with it You either fall now or stand with it You either crawl now or get laid down Think about it, I’m only giving you one minute Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, bloaw, you’re too late Motherfucker, meet your fate No tongue tissue niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war Tell em No teddy bear niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war Look between my eyes You can see the fire burning like my Lamborghini tires And my burner from the four fifth which is the four five Which is that ninety-five Jordan shit Jordans on your feet, we gon take them shits Put them on our feet and reshape them shits Now don’t they look sweet? Wear em for a minute, sell them the next week That’s good profit, yall ain’t thinkin logic You talkin ass backwards like criss cross pockets Mel Gibson, you just actin Lethal weapon, I take you niggas to target practice Teach you niggas a lesson or two Won’t you listen when a grown man is lecturin you? Cause any weapon will do in the process of fuckin up you, nigga You rappers ain’t built like us Yall just lift a lot of weights and look tough We see through that, we shoot through anything that’s buff And we ain’t thinkin about handcuffs The police runnin from us, we so hard bodied, trust No tongue tissue niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war Tell em No teddy bear niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, yall bodies ain’t like ours And if yall bodies was then yall be built for war Tongue tissue ass niggas man, ay wait, we say, either go hard or go home, tha- tha- tha- that’s what we go by, either stand for something or fall for anything nigga, bite that, o- open your mouth, bite that go ahead, you’re suicidal Yeah, , oh fuck, I’m winning anyway, I’m winning, I’m winning any mother fuckin way, I can’t lose

When you see em what you tell em When you see em what you tell em When you see em what you tell em When you leave em what you tell em Kkk Dot bitch Damn Im fly, aint I bitch Dont tell me, dont smell me Since you say that I aint shit I be with those Benjamins Like he was my sidekick We Batman and Robin Welcome to our private affair Where, the narrow be right here Where, the bitches be right here 22 here, you you Wont you change your life boo Together we can slide through Midnight, Murcielago, loud pipes Make sure that that head right, damn right I be on that other shit make them want to curse my government Dayum, hate the game, hate on me And Im loving it Im bouncing with a couple models sipping on that bubbly Im talking bout them yellow bottles with that bucket under it Gone in my fast car Circle round the block twice So they know you God damn it Im nice And I see a lot of haters in this room I just look them in they face, then I say whats up to em Pull up in something brand new Sipping on that goosey goose I see some haters in this room So we tell em I love you Pull up in something brand new Sipping on that goosey goose We got some haters in this room What we tell em? I love you You, make, my life complete I wonder where would I be If it wasnt for you Ugh, check out the denim bitch jeans, thats some Japanese shit That with the dictionary cant even pronounce it Dont worry bout the name Just know that they cost 3000 Compton, California Home of them p-public houses Where the beast live And you can hear the city growlin Maserati prowlin Humping on your neighbourhood corner Mother fucker Im ballin No Motherfuck that Im stallin on them Every time a nigga come through they be mad then a motherfucker Thats when I reached in my bag and I throw more cash like a motherfucker every time a nigga spending so I got it on splash like a motherfucker 3 words for them in the club every time I hear them come Fuck them motherfuckers Damn right, I could put that on my life I use their negative energy for my appetite 100 horsepower in my car But I act a donkey They see me when I see them then I say What up homie? When you see em what you tell em When you see em what you tell em When you see em what you tell em When you leave em what you tell em

I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me! Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist I can feel the changes I can feel a new life, I always knew life can be dangerous I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me its painless You dont know what pain is How can I paint this picture When the color blind is hangin with you? Fell on my face and awoke with a scar Another mistake livin deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every making of this? Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge Even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me thats amazin To you thats a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me! Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Im tryin to keep it alive And not compromise the feeling we love Youre tryin to keep it deprived And only co-sign what radio does And Im lookin right past you We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles You live in a world, you livin behind the mirror I know what you scared of The feeling of feeling emotions inferior This sh- is vital, I know you had to This sh- is vital, I know you had to Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain Rather a seasonal name Ill let the people know this is somethin you can blame On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box Ima break out and then hide every lock Ima break out and then hide every lock I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me thats amazin To you thats a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me! Things I dont understand Sometimes I need to be alone Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today Im yelling Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! You aint heard the Coast like this in a long time Dont you see that long line? And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync Hide your feelings, hide your feelings Now what you better do Ill take your girlfriend and put that -sy on a pedestal Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Walk out the door and they scream its alive My New Years resolution is to stop all the pollution Talk too motherf-in much, I got my drink, I got my music I say Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Trick, dont kill my vibe! Ayy, K-Dot, get in the car! Come on, we finna roll out! I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD Get yo freestyles ready!

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 it get better But the rest of thats cash Make last years Christmas gift you, my bad 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

You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me My gun got many ways to get you You get hit with a missile and live, you would need barbed wire to stitch you This is not fictional, this here is typical I will bring it to your door if you cant see the visual Black Manson, wont you ask him How I have sex with the trigger just to make the barrel orgasm Remember when it started, nobody protected me Had to make way for school in the mornin and niggas sweatin me Where you from? Like shit, Im tired of niggas questionin me Now Im in, I gotta have that thing next to me Went to my pops closet The next day Im pullin up my pants, grabbin my crotch and walkin awkward Somethin pop off, then I have somethin to spark with By the bus stop like man I wish somebodyd push me Imma let the hawk spit, with a killin instinct Like some of these students gonna have an early coffin You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me Now I got a love Jones for that still on Michael Jackson niggas, the fifthll change your skin tone Sniper gunsll chirp Theyll prolly chirp silent when your Nextel is off speakerphone How real is that? Never Now niggas do dirt in daylight cause the is clever I resign to the fact, that any where the drama is at Im reclinin Keep your wordplay intact And 50 couldnt say it better Cant find you, show me where his mama live at You a gangsta, Im not one, but it doesnt mean By all means, Im not very able to pump a shotgun and watch as you With the MAC or the Ruger, nigga I got options So while you play possum, I sit and watch em Creepin, Nas got his so you fucked if you dont got one You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard meYou can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me I dont know about you, but see, baby Im ruthless Try to fight me, and see, baby youre useless Shots from the MAC do more than have you toothless The sound is exclusive, bang bang bang, boom I explode like a Vietnam bomb Hotter than firemans but my hand got a firearm Fire at your arm, titty, and hands, breakin your palms Usin them to snatch purses the brand of Louis Vuitton Nigga, what type of shit you on? Its simple mass destruction Revengeance, tension, you see Ive had enough Did I mention? I sniff you pussy niggas out The smell that you bring has aroma like an incensce Play matrix, see if you the one Its a million ways to die and this here is number one And thats starin down a barrel of a gun After I smack you til its gun powder on your tongue Cause boy them shells get hotter than the sun And boy when I spit, please be prepared to run Boy, dont forget to have a vest when I come Cause Ill hit your chest and clog up your lungs mothafucka You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard meYou can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mamas cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me

Were livin in a gold bar Duckin in the trap Livin in a group Watchin TV Dedicated to the homies in the pen, hit me Uh, this is a word premiere, this is a world premiere Uh, I done been through a whole lot Trial, tribulation, but I know God The Devil want to put me in a bow-tie Pray that the holy water dont go dry, yeah, yeah As I look around me So many motherfucker want to down me But an amigo never drowned me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me And I love myself Ho, when youre lookin at me, uh, I tell me, What do you see? I love myself Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police I love myself Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, it aint that high I love myself Uh, one day at a time sun gon shine Everybody lookin at you crazy What you gon do? Lift up your head and keep movin? 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 confident Everybody lack confident How many time my potential was anonymous? How many time the city makin me promises? So I promise this, huh I love myself When youre lookin at me, I tell me, What do you see? I love myself Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police I love myself Uh, illuminated hands of God, boy, dont seem shy I love myself One day at a time sun gon shine Want to say its a war outside, bomb in the street Gun in the hood, mob of police Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend And a bottle full of lean and a model on a scheme Aw, man, I duck these cold faces, post a fee-fi-fo-fum basis Uh, dreams of realitys peace Blow steam in the face of the beast Sky can fall down, the wind can cry now Strong in me, I still smile I love myself Uh, when youre lookin at me, uh, I tell me, What do you see? I love myself Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police I love myself Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, dont be shy I love myself One day at a time sun gon shine Everybody, hit me Walk my bare feet Down, down valley deep Fee-fi-fo-fum My heart undone Aw, man, ay, check this out Its a real Compton thing goin on right now You feel what Im talkin bout? You dig that? Sometime I just feel a little bit b-beside myself You know what Im talkin bout? This heres the return of Enoch And we gon do it to yall like this Here we go, one, two, three, hit me I love myself The world is a ghetto with big guns and Dickies signs I love myself But it can do what it want whenever it want and I dont mind I love myself He said I got to get up, life is more than suicide I love myself One day at a time, the sun gon shine I went to war last night with an automatic weapon Dont nobody call a medic Im a do it til I get it right, war last night Ive been dealin with depression Duckin every other blessin, I can never see the message I could, I could never take the lead, never bob and weave Negative is lettin them annihilate me Evident Im movin at a meteor speed Finna run into a buildin there Money in the ceilin, lay my body in the street Pass me to the buildin of the holy unseen Pass me to the feelin of the holy unseen Seen enough, make a everybody scream, I love myself I lost my head I mustve misread what the good book said Oh, woes be me, its a jungle inside Give myself again til the well runs dry YG, chicken wings, I love myself I love myself, I love myself Aw, man, ay, ay, homie I told you its straight up a Compton thing You dig what Im talkin about? And this heres dedicated to the homies Yall feel what Im sayin? Sometimes I just get besides 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 the feelin I can barely describe Where you reside? In a woman, is it in money or mankind? Somethings got me losin 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 seventeen with the dirtiest pistol 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, more like infinity, and survive?

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these Hope it aint too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch stuntin, poppin bottles Gettin drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch and really dont know much about her When you really should sleep with a choppa cause you gon wake up and see me with some choppas I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches I tell em, Get him, they say, Yes, daddy, and they dont care how we split it And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, its a stick-up, she scream like a victim Now you feelin so silly, I smoke color purple, Im up in here feelin like Celie Nappy-ass dreads, whats that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch aint no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tell her your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin All of the beans you be spillin, to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillins She know where you hide to tell me where its hidden, she know when youre gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with you So she dont get blamed, we dont snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we dont leave messes Youll only know that its gone when you checkin, then your first thought is to start second guessin She say, Whats wrong? He say, Nothin, keep restin, she say, Whats missin? How you know somethin missin? He scratched his head, she say, Get back in bed, then she gave him some head Boy, you cant trust them bitches, and then she say, Ooh, daddy, ooh, woo She say, Ooh, daddy, ooh, yeah, she took off his pants and his shoes He opened his eyes and saw that barrel goin boom, nigga, yeah I see niggas in this bitch stuntin, poppin bottles Gettin drunk with these bitches, and when they leave, they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches thats with the niggas we followin Get them on the line, stay two cars behind, and tell them hoes, Dont be so obvious Mona Lisa, long hair, dont care She handle the business and dont ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells She tell em, Ooh, daddy, lets go to your place, and if he say yeah, then we meet him there She dont want love, she just want her share, she feed him lies with his silverware I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his cause she tell him that it is So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin over I say, Good girl, just remember what I told you, she say, Yes, daddy, I say, Girl, youre a soldier So were waitin outside, we watched him pull up, and walk up to the door And right before he knock, she open the door naked, they started French kissin, but he didnt see moi She left it unlocked, they didnt make it to the room, so they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds, turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him Piss a nigga off, shoot him dead in his frown Nigga, turn around, I aint here to fuck around, I aint here to fuck around, caught you wit your pants down You know what it is, put your fuckin hands up, Liz, thats enough, you can put your hands down And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress and you a dead actor Youll be dead after we get what we after, if Liz call you daddy, we call her a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga Send her to you like she aint for me, nigga, and if you alone, she bankrupts you niggas She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga, she slip somethin in it, now faint for me, nigga Then you wake up and see guns in your face, and Mona Lisa out of frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga We take everything that you have til you dont even have an opinion, we have your attention And now youre lookin down a barrel though, nigga, you more terrified than a Fatter Joe, nigga Dont be a pussy for pussy, my nigga, dont be a asshole over pantyhoes, nigga, quit playin She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin at em both poppin up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon be admittin that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin in the walls And he diggin in it like he livin in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie Im a dog in the wind, Im a pit laughing, Ima call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and Im all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, dont you ask me bout a motherfuckin double-standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, thats a negative alone, but you sucked this dick, thats just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! You fuckin with Waynes? Bitch, gimme your phone! He on your fuckin ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin yourself, lookin at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin his interviews, I dont know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what, I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber Im plannin on aimin, goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch, Im emotional cause Im in stress, Im not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers thats killin that pussy, Im killin myself She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

Now listen my friends, not to offend But this is a story told over again So many niggas tryin to fuck with the king But the only problem is they cant win I gets down my younging Please turn it up just to sound my younging I burned it up thats your town my younging Either the cake or the trait bound my younging This the brand new trunk Rattling, B tackling Big truck paddling Dime piece beauty peagant-ing Pick em up then they saddling They bus travelling K. Dot, that boy got the crazy flow Maybach, the 1960 flow With my brim kind of tilted low So fresh oh yes its me suppose I got a house on the hill Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin 26 inch rims Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I got a pocket full of bills Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I put that on everything I love Too bad, too fly, too much And thats on me I move quick enough for your eyes wont see That boy hussled up, everything for cheap These chickens tryin to plot on a boy So a nigga gotta move kinda low low key I put 26 inch rims on the ride Big truck fit five chicks at a time Stones big enough you can go rock climb Put that on somethin Nah man I was lying But tell me what you know about it Fat camp I cant go without it This aint hot, I truly doubt it Mapped out the whole game so reroute it ‘Cause look here boo you fucking with a champion K Dot the don, moving the blocks you on Taking a spot of shawn, Im on top youre on Industry remember me, cause I so crazy I got a house on the hill Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin 26 inch rims Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I got a pocket full of bills Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I put that on everything I love Too bad, too fly, too much And thats on me My mama, my daddy, my grams grand papi This aint rappin nigga, this is a classic This hard work nigga it just didnt happen .44 magnum put a nigga in his casket K Dot drastic nigga I am a savage So quick to let a motherfucker have it All the girlies like, he so crazy I wish daddy could have my baby I get with ‘em they like, he so shady They cry I got it like, he wont pay me Not a god damn dime mommy The dividends thats raked in, thats mine mommy You wanna leave then go ahead, its fine mommy K Dot a magnet, to fine mommys Plus I aint hard to find mommy Studio, yeah we stays on the grind mommy I got a house on the hill Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin 26 inch rims Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I got a pocket full of bills Put that on somethin Put that on somethin man Put that on somethin I put that on everything I love Too bad, too fly, too much And thats on me Aye check this out I just copped me that new H1 and H2 and H3 That H3 that new pickup and That motherfucker sick right there I stay in the hills The hollywood hills next to Omarion I got 26 inch wheels I got a pool, inside of a pool, inside of a jacuzzi And I aint lying Man, Im not lying My sister got a jacuzzi in her bed, in her pool Thats how we living Thats on me Thats on everything I love

On the dull gray door to Studio 2 of the L.A. soundlab where Top Dawg Entertainment makes the magic happen, two warnings are posted The first one, printed on TDE letterhead and titled “Studio Rules, Bitch!!” reads like ScHoolboy Q wrote it, mostly because rule No. 3 is “Don’t touch, ask, or reach for Q’s weed.” The second sheet, also on TDE letterhead, is more serious. At the top, in black capital letters, it reads: “IF YOU NOT THE HOMIE, DON’T COME IN HERE.” At the bottom, in red letters: “DISREGARD THIS AND GET THE TIPS PUT ON YOU, HOMIE.” The reason for the caution: On any given day, Kendrick Lamar might be in deep concentration working on the follow-up to his 2012 major label debut, good kid, m.A.A.d city. GKMC was more than a great album; it was a landmark event, a modern masterpiece to rival Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt, and Doggystyle. It’s an artistically ambitious, highly personal piece of work: a day in the young artist’s life, encompassing gang culture in his Compton hometown, alcohol, drugs, life, death, God, family, and the pursuit of a girl named Sherane, a “concept album” that managed to sell over 1.2 million copies while making zero creative concessions. It transformed Kendrick from an Internet sensation into an A-list rap star The success of GKMC in 2012, along with Ab-Soul’s Control System and ScHoolboy Q’s Habits & Contradictions, made TDE—launched in 1997 out of Anthony “Top Dawg” Tiffith’s home studio in Carson, Calif.—the hottest new rap label around. With TDE, Odd Future, YG, DJ Mustard, Nipsey Hussle, and others all popping, L.A. has been reestablished as a vibrant rap city. The renaissance shows no signs of slowing this year, with acclaimed releases like YG’s My Krazy Life, ScHoolboy Q’s Oxymoron, and Ab-Soul’s These Days.... Still, GKMC remains the crowning achievement “When I went back to my old high school, all these kids looking at me like I’m the real big homie, the same way I look at Jay Z, Nas, or Dr. Dre,” says Kendrick with a laugh, sitting in his luxury trailer at his Complex cover shoot. “You would’ve thought Michael Jackson walked through that joint off the excitement that they had.”But now that Kendrick, 27, is a hysteria-inducing star, the world is waiting to see if he can deliver twice. Expectations are high. After good kid, good simply won’t be good enough. Unlike GKMC, which Kendrick planned years in advance, there’s no cover art in mind for the follow-up. As for a title, Kendrick says he’s “flirting with ideas.” He’s been working primarily with TDE’s in-house producers, Tae Beast and Sounwave of Digi+Phonics, but has also gotten in the studio with Dr. Dre. He’s still just “getting his ideas down,” but so far Kendrick’s recorded 30 to 40 new songs for the album . He says he’ll be ready for a fourth quarter release “Good kid set the bar,” says Terrence “Punch” Henderson, president of TDE and the crew’s resident rap history buff. “Today, that’s the album that you gotta compare your album to. Illmatic would be the comparison—it didn’t sell the most records, but that was the standard.” It’s the cornerstone of Nas’ legacy, but Illmatic was both a gift and a curse. Critics and fans alike compare all of Nas’ subsequent albums to his 1994 debut and are never quite satisfied. Ditto for Snoop Dogg, 50 Cent, DMX, Slick Rick, and other rap greats who burst out of the gate with classic albums. Although other legends—including Ice Cube, LL Cool J, and Kendrick’s Interscope labelmate Eminem—delivered strong second albums that arguably surpassed their first efforts, creating a worthy follow-up is one of rap’s greatest challenges “Kendrick shook up the rap game, so anticipation for his second offering is through the roof,” says Nas. “Kendrick’s an album guy and the album artist has a whole different kind of value. Kendrick is going to be one of the most important writers of our time; dude’s a rhyming animal. Whatever he does will be appreciated, but at the same time he knows he has to bring it.” Kendrick says there’s less pressure on him now than there was right before good kid came out, when he was admittedly “super nervous.” “I was on the tour bus going back and forth on the text with Pharrell,” says Kendrick. “I asked him, ‘You think they gon’ get it?’ And he told me, ‘Don’t ever doubt yourself again. Always be aware but don’t ever mistake your first mind, your input of where your heart is at.’” Today Kendrick trusts that his creative process will lead him where he needs to go. “If I keep focusing on, ‘I need to make something better than good kid,’ it’s going to be just that,” says Kendrick. “That’s not challenging yourself. I don’t want to become that person reflecting on what has been done. What I’m doing now is the question. I’m only as good as my last word, my last hook, my last bridge.”To fully appreciate the impact of GKMC, consider the context it was released in. Of the 10 biggest rap hits of 2012, two were by Flo Rida, two featured Nicki Minaj rapping over EDM-style production , and one was “Gangnam Style.” For better or worse, Kendrick’s Interscope labelmate Chief Keef had become a scapegoat for a perceived decline in rap lyrics and the fetishizing of ghetto violence by the media. Weeks before GKMC dropped, rap news was dominated by fights between G-Unit and MMG’s camps at the BET Awards Once GKMC sold 242,122 copies its first week, became the best reviewed rap album on Metacritic since Kanye West’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, and discussions about the classic status of the album hit a fevered pitch, Kendrick morphed from a promising rapper to the face of “real hip-hop.” Not just because of his artistic achievement, but because his celebrity relied solely on his musical output—not beef, fashion choices, business ventures, or the other gimmicks that have seemingly become part of the standard package for nearly every rapper After the album’s release, Kendrick’s life was a whirlwind of tour dates and unexpected controversies. He toured non-stop in 2013, playing college campuses, festivals, opening for Kanye West on the Yeezus tour, and going on the good kid, m.A.A.d city world tour. During his tour, as he traveled from Sweden to Belgium with little Internet connection, Kendrick Lamar unintentionally set the rap world on fireOn the night of August 12, 2013, Big Sean released the Kendrick Lamar and Jay Electronica–assisted “Control”—a song meant for Sean’s album, Hall of Fame, but left off due to sample clearance issues. On Lamar’s earth-shattering verse he called himself the King of New York, a claim he shies away from now: “I feel B.I.G. and Jay will always be the King of New York.” More important, Lamar called out nearly every rapper in his generation—from A$AP Rocky to J. Cole and even Big Sean and Jay Electronica—and claimed, “I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas.” By the next day, “Control” had taken on a life of its own. Instagram was overrun with “Control” memes, storm clouds of rap debates gathered, and thinkpieces poured out—even legendary NBA coach Phil Jackson, who was mentioned in the verse, got in the mix, tweeting at Kendrick. Just about every rapper, whether they were mentioned in the song or not, commented on the verse or dropped a response track. TMZ ran up on any rapper they could find, trying to goad them into responding. The week of the song’s release, Kendrick picked up 208,000 new Twitter followers Rappers are supposed to want to best each other—“I’m better than him” sums up rap’s competitive mantra. But “Control” proved something contemporary philosopher Slavoj Žižek once argued about Wikileaks, what he calls “the paradox of public space”: “Even if everyone knows an unpleasant fact, saying it in public changes everything.” By naming names, Kendrick’s verse was the moment he asserted his dominance in rap. Earlier that year MTV had named Lamar the Hottest MC and Complex declared him the Best Rapper Alive; “Control” was when Lamar’s status as the best coalescedIm only as good as my last word, my last hook, my last bridge.One rapper Kendrick didn’t mention in his “Control” verse was Macklemore. At the 56th Annual Grammy Awards, Macklemore’s The Heist beat Kendrick’s GKMC for Best Rap Album. Although Kendrick was nominated for seven awards, he went home empty handed, while Macklemore won Best New Artist, Best Rap Album, Best Rap Song, and Best Rap Performance. For fans on Twitter and members of the media , Macklemore’s wins and Kendrick’s snubs served as a watershed moment for cultural appropriation in rap. To make matters worse, Macklemore Instagramed an apologetic text he sent to Kendrick after the awards that read, “I robbed you.” “It wasn’t really a huge deal for me,” says Kendrick, who’s known Macklemore for over a year. “Macklemore deserves the accolades. That’s still my partner regardless. He probably didn’t need to Instagram the text. But what’s done is done.” Like Macklemore’s success, Kendrick’s comes after years on the independent grind. In 2003, when he was 16, Kendrick dropped his first mixtape under the moniker K-Dot. He released three more mixtapes before reverting to his government name and dropping the Kendrick Lamar EP in 2009. Over the next two years, with his mixtape Overly Dedicated and his independently released first album, Section.80, he found the voice that made GKMC a classic. But Kendrick’s acuity with words predates his musical output“My first-grade teacher flipped out because I wrote the word ‘audacity’ in a story,” he recalls. “I knew the word only because I heard my auntie and uncles arguing, saying, ‘You got the audacity to take my motherfucking drink and pour it out?!’ I learned all my words like that, so when I went to school it was in my head.” Kendrick’s perspective on life always comes back to his Compton roots. His upbringing provides him with a treasure trove of traumatic experiences that give his music a sense of purpose. On the lyrical blackout “m.A.A.d city,” he describes seeing a “light-skin nigga with his brains blown out.” Around age 5, he witnessed his uncle’s murder. In conversation, he casually recalls yet another murder, when he called his friend Yo to the barbershop just before someone shot up the block, killing one of their homeboys GKMC apparently only scratched the surface of the stories Kendrick has to tell. “There were so many things I thought he was gonna talk about in good kid that he didn’t,” says Kendrick’s manager Dave Free, who remembers the days when K-Dot couldn’t be spotted with a backpack, lest he be labeled a conscious rapper. “All these other stories, shit that will blow your brain, have never been heard before because they’re just too personal. There’s still so much to be said. The question is, is he gonna say it?” Whether or not Kendrick tells those stories could go a long way toward determining if he’ll be able to top his major label debut. “I got a greater purpose,” he says. “God put something in my heart to get across and that’s what I’m going to focus on, using my voice as an instrument and doing what needs to be done.” The only place to do that is back in the studioFor a few hours, Kendrick can forget about his next album. He’s back in Studio 2 working on a guest verse for Jay Rock’s upcoming album. According to Dave, a typical Kendrick guest verse costs $250,000. They once charged $400,000. He’s had some of his best moments on other people’s songs: trading bars with Eminem on “Love Game,” introducing an R&B flow on Robin Thicke’s “Give It 2 U,” stealing the show on A$AP Rocky’s star-studded “Fuckin’ Problems”—a song originally made for GKMC but given away because it didn’t fit the narrative arc of the album Kendrick gets to the studio at 3 p.m. and sits on a black couch in the lounge area playing Jay Rock tracks on his MacBook. He sports a navy blue Detroit Tigers hat, white T, gray sweats, and, for the third day in a row, a pair of blue Nike Roshe Runs with white polka dots. A gold and black painting of Snoop Dogg, with the lyrics to “Murder Was the Case” inscribed in cursive, hangs behind him. He turns the TV to an episode of South Park but keeps the volume down and doesn’t even glance at the screen. Eyes fixed upon his computer, he listens to the music with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers interlocked. He rarely blinksAfter about 15 minutes in the lounge, he moves into the studio and connects his laptop to the speakers, playing Jay Rock’s verse over and over, flipping around tracks, and sipping from a bottle of water. Later he’ll chomp on an order of volcano salmon sushi. He tends to eat healthy—salads, baked chicken, lots of water. He plays basketball twice a week because, as Jay Z once said, rapping is “like an exercise.” And unlike many rappers—including his TDE labelmates ScHoolboy Q and Ab-Soul—he rarely drinks and doesn’t smoke or sip lean. All the homies know not to bother him when he’s busy in the lab. Sometimes he kicks everyone out of the studio so he can play instrumentals all night long, alone. He’s been known to cut off his phone for months at a timeGod put something in my heart to get across and thats what Im going to focus onPunch describes Kendrick as a “mad scientist” in the studio, but watching him at work, nothing seems erratic. If anything, he’s supremely calculating; the song slowly builds as his process unfolds. Kendrick stands around mumble-rapping to himself with his right index finger extended, like he’s pointing out each syllable as if it passes by on an imaginary teleprompter. He scribbles his verse on a small notepad that sits above a mic compressor. After about an hour, his verse is written. He takes a break, checks his email, and chats in the studio a bit before grabbing a studio engineer and getting to work. The engineer dims the lights and starts looping up the beat. Kendrick hums the verse to himself a few more times before he’s ready to rock. Then he heads around the corner to the boothIn the booth, Kendrick is a case study in precision. He raps with his eyes closed and his hands out as if he’s casting a spell, rapping about “restricted territories” and “Percocet headaches.” On the first few takes, his voice sounds closer to his normal speaking voice than his agitated extraterrestrial rapping voice. He’s rhyming slower than usual, taking his time to enunciate each line. After about five takes, he steps out of the booth and returns to the pad and paper he left on the compressor. He edits the verse on paper, scratching out some lines and writing new ones. But when he goes back to the booth, he leaves the paper behind“In the past, he never wrote down anything,” explains Sounwave, who produced “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe.” “Every now and then he’ll write down stuff, just for insurance purposes. He rehearses the song over and over in his head so he can get the full feeling.” Kendrick returns to the booth and slams the door shut. He does a couple more takes but keeps flubbing one line halfway through the verse. He steps back and paces around the booth, repeating the lines over and over as he internalizes the verse’s structure. Then he looks up and says, “All right, let’s get it.” That’s when Derek “MixedByAli” Ali, Kendrick’s regular engineer, walks in and takes over “Watching Kendrick is like watching a master chess player playing five games at one time,” says Ali. “He can do five songs in one day. He’ll start one song, then he’ll be like, ‘I’ma start on this.’ ‘I’ma go back to the old song.’ ‘I’ma start on this.’ There’s just so much going on in his head.”When Im in the studio Im looking for a feeling I havent felt. Its a high.Back in the booth, Kendrick is close to his 10th take. He hasn’t perfected it yet—some takes have better cadence, others have better breath control. He repeats the process over and over to pinpoint exactly what he wants. “Keep that one,” he tells Ali, “I’ma do one more.” After about a dozen takes, his voice opens up and his words start to crackle. He blurts the word “bitch” into the mic with the spontaneity and violence of a sneeze “It’s not like, ‘Watch me get it in one take,’” says Sounwave. “It’s like, ‘Watch me get the best take.’ Sometimes we have a song complete and he’s like, ‘Nah, my tone on that.... Redo the whole thing.’ He redoes it and it’s like a different song now just because of the tone that he switched up.” After 30 minutes and 15 takes, Kendrick proclaims that the mic is “hot,” ready to catch his voice perfectly. Having used a light mix for reference initially while he figured out his vision, he asks Ali to give him a live mix, which sounds closer to the completed version, in his headphonesKendrick’s idea of what this verse should be is coming to fruition. Each take is sharper. He’s getting more animated in the booth, his head jerking as he screeches past each word. After about the 20th take, he’s satisfied enough to hop out of the booth to review. He keeps editing the paper but casually remarks that he’s done. It’s 5 p.m. and he’s on to the next Like the human distractions Kendrick keeps out with a sign on the studio door, he doesn’t let fear enter his creative space. “This is truly a blessing from a higher power,” Kendrick says, “and as long as I understand that there’s really no limitations to what I can do. Everything is forward with me. When I’m in the studio I’m looking for creativity I haven’t matched yet, a feeling I haven’t felt. It’s a high. When you look at people like Jay Z, Nas, Dr. Dre, these people are established, but they love music and they love that high. You always want that feeling of creativity.” And with that, Kendrick Lamar politely excuses himself. He’s got work to do

We have a very special episode of Outside the Lines With Rap Genius for you. Its been one year almost to the day since Kendrick Lamars instant classic good kid, m.A.A.d city was released, and RGs very own Nicole Otero sat down with K. Dot to get inside the record. Get the behind-the-scenes scoop on what inspired one of the most heralded albums of recent years, straight from the artist himself Make sure to also check out Kendricks verified Rap Genius account As always, you can listen and subscribe to Outside the Lines on iTunes And make sure to check out the brand-new outsidethelinespodcast.com. You can also like us on Facebook and keep up with info about the show on Twitter. You can also check out the show on liberated syndication, via the player on the RG Facebook page, on Soundcloud, or just by listening above

Dont wait too long I dont wanna wait til the moments gone I dont wanna play that same love song Over and over Started out good ended up bad You like a pop song all stuck up in my head Finally read the lyrics understood what they meant When I spent all my money and my God damn rent Now Im tryna figure out if it was worth it Matter of fact I know the answer, it was no bitch Chilling on the island with my feet up on the beach But being raised on the beach couldnt prepare me for these bitches And these sand sharks and how they try to sink they teeth in Im just body surfing tryin not to hit the reef All they wanna see a brother do is sink But Im a ride this shit til my shit dont stink Im a sing my heart out sing til I cant breathe Im a mean every note even if its off key Please go head and leave I wouldnt wait for you so dont wait for me If I didnt rhyme with Sony Would you still wanna bone me How come in the full room I can still feel lonely My grandmama said watch out for them phonies And them motherfuckers say its haters tryna be your homie And you see you on top they want a little piece of it But they aint getting nothin Its going to my nieces and my cousins Im having babies by the dozens Pop em out the oven like an Egg McMuffin Always up to nothing But baby youre something Like it when youre bumping down the street in your pumpkin Wishing it was just you and me in the moment Im thinking that its summer Youre sipping the Corona and Im humming a song that you love And you tell me that you love it Just then we feel the buzz and our bodies start touching Even though I know how it ends I dont want to interrupt it Over and over Like a record thats broken Over and over Like you say that were through Over and over Over and over I came back to you Now that its over Oh no Welcome to the story of my life, the mis-education of Kendrick Stressin Hennesy shots throw em back like its vintage Wondering can I live where is the generosity Somethings just gotta give, tryna stay positive My motives to be a mogul, searching for a dollar without compromising my vocals Really Im just a noble kid from the westside of Compton My cousins were selling crack while we play Sonic You niggas is nonsense I say that you full of shit And need a colonic or maybe the Heimlich maneuver to throw up what you consume My shine is bright enough to make a dead flower bloom in a room full of curtains Im for certain that Im certainly popping the pistol verbally And never will I get shot, your aim is all fucked up as if your sidekick dropped Im nice with a... throw over and over again You know who I do it for Me, me

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Two-two, whats the deal homeboy? Aye Big money, big booty bitches, man that shit, we gon death of me You see me on TV thinking oh, TDE got the recipe I cut, call me K. Dot and this is Jay Rock and yall rest in peace All the rappers they be talking about, bust right now we gon IP Hold up, I said hold up You thinking oh what? You cant talk about it If you want to see us come around and move the crowds out Because we got the loudest L.A., we in the streets right here Niggas seen God in projects Everybody in this crowd right now, go and tell me about that prospect Fall in this bitch Like some good pussy, cant stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That shit was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that shit was brackin Just cracked me a new bitch Bust a new nut on her niggas jersey My bitch get off at 9 oclock So I had to shake her round 7:30 105, Im stomping fast With these big guns, Im hella dirty Get caught with this shit I aint comin home til like

Yeah Delinquent Mindz Ayo, no eye has ever seen No ear has ever heard No mind has ever conceived What God has prepared for those who love him 1 Corinthians 2:7-9 My nigga, what it look like? Niggas hating, bitches hating, babies dying Bullets flying, helicopters, police sirens, preachers lying Genocism, criticism, unemployment, racism Burning buildings, AIDS victims, cancer killing no cure Oil spilling, turmoil, poverty stricken, police brutality Kicking ass of us Africans, hostages in Afghanistan Not to mention another prison, child molesting Cow intestines, botox injections, earthquakes thats government tested Secret society weapon, opium plant manifested Then turn to crack then invested amongst us Blacks just a message To hold us back, great depression amongst Iraq, no direction no Google map Just a Tec for the soo-woop swerving, izuzu then blap blap blap Adolescents go coocoo, mothers are boohoo crying The governor keeps us starving, these commercials keep us buying These cigarettes supermarkets fill up our liver with triumph Distincted livin with science, no place to live in, no Zion See thats forbidden, we fryin My nigga, what it look like? Tell it like it is nigga, tell it like it is homeboy Tell it like it is nigga, tell it like it is, tell them whats up! My nigga, what it look like? Malcolm laughing, Martin laughing, Biggie spittin Pac is rapping, Gregory tappin, people singing, bells is ringing Children playing, angels praying, 14 karat golden streets, collard greens Red wine, potato yams, turkey legs... ...Culinary breakin bread Children that were born dead Bob Marley smoking while Bernie Mac joking Beautiful sculptures of Jesus, Mary and Joseph Everybody floating, celebrating in thugs mansion Michael Jackson dancing while J Dilla scratching No taxes, no coke, no drugs, no pain No hoes, no lust, no hate, no rapes No guns, no fame, no stress, no lies No bills, no deaths, no crimes, no kills No debt, no cries foreal No time in jail No sick, no cash, no poor No sins, no crack, no porn Wont send your ass to war Will you make it through the narrow door and see the good life? Well if you do let me know what it looks like My nigga, what it look like?

Lets start our program ladies and gentlemen LETS GO! NYC baby, haha we here now haha Lets get it in Watch her getting jumping like third grade barrettes Let the beretta blow you die slow while I smoke on chron-ic Try to throw salt homie like dry sweat gun powder flow through triceps Im more advanced got a corvette flow, I spit like Murcielago Through precipitation I give rappers a sun tan Rapping like a promotional van when I pull the drum out Clap more than a Beatle fan, never heard a sound like THIS Im number one, youre forever number two like Siamese This is New York rap on gold ds Jay Rock proceed Get it in like IVs My flow is not on radar, the K-9 D Play yall like chess, you cant check us, come correct Or face a lyrical bomb threat I bomb first like Makaveli in 9 6 The nine mili have you on your death bed sick See really Im a project baby Niggas are going Barney raised me Crooked cops Stop sign got a bullet whole, dont stop Speed through it like a drag race, or get buried under the state K.Dot Expose niggas for who they are Under their white T might be halter tops Rap fags, the black mag come with a complimentary black mask Black Jason, red beam on the Glock Money talks, Im trying to have a life long conversation Live like a silver spoon caucasian with a chain of hotel rooms across the nation No home training, break 1,000,000 dollar vases Here we go yo, here we go yo I got the special kind of flow they call it Hip-Hop antidote Murder MCs, if youre a rapper please check your pulse too late John Doe Dead than a motherfucker, Damn Im a motherfucker Let his Momma suffer I ball like the West Coast at Harlem Rucker But at venice beach, jump shots Im finna see Fuck a drop top, thats how they killed Kennedy Im in a bronco, OJ in the city streets With my AC on Shit dont try to play me homes Jump stupid, then ask to get filet mignon Ima break him in half Spill out With the butt of the comb I got a lock like riper 25 to lifers, walk in the yard and never fold in a riot You know who we are, Top Dawg generals I thank God for rap, my career was being a criminal BLISS New level Hip Hop Where my shovel? Let me convince Nas Dig a couple graves tell em that the new rap zombie is alive to invade On the masses south central true best I 40 Glock stashes, buck 50 score left eye Going back to Cali in a New York state of mind I cant wait You know, nigga aint never hopped on no, no subway train you know Might catch the blue line or something Metro Bus 125 St. down Rosecrans, 53 down central Hahahaha, Its all new to us you know Get out the hood for once Statue of Liberty, I wanna see the fire on that motherfucker The fire really burn in that motherfucker? Heh, you see a nigga dont a nigga dont ever know and shit I aint never seen snow nigga Southern California Crenshaw, gangbanging cant slang it I wanna see some NY fitteds Get used to them L.A. cats, heh Puerto Rican mamis, nigga dont got no puerto rican mamis, nigga we got Mexicans nigga Straight up, haha

Its K. Dot, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, I said Philly Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Who say West Coast niggas dont know anything about real hip-hop? Im bout to give you a prime example Where my gangstas at? Where my dimes at? Where my nickels and dimes at? .45s Mac 10s and nines at? 9 times out of 10 half of yall will die in this combat If its 12 of you, shells bubble like Alka-Seltzer You wanna die? I can help you Put the rap beef aside and the content of the street shit to the block, parental advised Im feeling like Muhammad Ali in his prime Mike Jordan in his heyday Call me Jeff Gordon in that hard top swerving in between the lines Im tryna see a better way, I still feel hatred Uncle Bobbys still incarcerated, Grandma died in Vegas Grandpa moved to Mississippi I really cant tell if dude missed me Probably stretched out on the floor, with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his earlobe More reason why my heart cold Prior to a lot of hatin going, Feds raided the studio We tryna do songs, but they aint listen They just kick down the door as if they have permission Why you had to do that for? I wish Pro Tools was on record Wish I was sitting in the booth doing the chorus or something No assumptions, I know Im nice I know Im walking the path of greatness, no compass Not Atheist, but the bars reside with Satan Chokin the mic, releasing my frustration Rather do that before I catch court cases Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen K. Dots in my colon That nigga, Colon Powell Modern day war victim Oh, Im foul, come join my coalition No snitch nigga, go join the co-defendant Feel relentless, new apprentice King of, comprehension No competition Comptons back, pump your fist like this and that No sumbliminals, Im listenin, face the facts Youre a disgrace to this rap business Just a one-man office, you need assistance Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors I am a senseless thug, with book smarts And anybody wanna go at rap legends, without theirself to question We gave you the self-motivation to be in this profession Gave you the rhyme scheme before your English education Exclamation, put it in quotes I say Im better than most that say theyre the ones that gave em swag The flow, the artist development Am I who gave you the growth? You didnt bloom by yourself, somebody had to plant the seed The sun shine, and now king me The rappers rapper, the MCs MC Kodak moment thats been captured, cheese I said cheese

] Previously How the hell you gonna tell that man not to be violent? Cause he dont need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that Aw, fuck it, what am I sayin? Shoot em both, Brady, wheres your gun at? Gunshots ] Now kill yourself Whyd you say that? Cause thats the American way plus it was fun Man, you a damn jack- -ass I know everyone wanna make me the scapegoat Like your the greatest of all time Fuck you Asshole Lets stop the bickering Thats the last time you see me ignorant So you can kill the thrills of thinking were not different Yeah, yeah, youre embarrassed arent you? Couldnt control your arsenal Maybe the next time Im persuading you, jump in the car pool So whats your answer? Man you must have your cracker Oh no, another white joke, Im laughing, how original? Youre asking for me to be on the shit that you on Yeah, we can start with this cat named G Malone Static Meet G Malone, a west coast recording artist thats destined for stardom, but acknowledging the false hopes that lie within the music industry, he ponders the thought of going back to drug distribution. Feeling unsure of this decision (DJ rock star Exclusive)... ] Hey G, remember me? Its yo conscience You know, the voice in yo head that never had fed your nonsense? I know your getting famous and rather lifestyle is changing But tell the truth The music biz isnt what it seems, aint it? Dont listen to em G Keep putting Watts on the map Fuck that You been gettin money way before rap I say you go back hustlin Gather some sherm, pack, and a black magnum Through Wyatts mad dog and a pit bull if it watched Stop, no need to be moving backwards Besides, your future brighter than half of these rappers So whats the point of going back to the drug side? Cuz everybody knows that Gs certified What the fuck, you dumb as fuck Oh, what, you jealous fool? Cuz I know Malone, Keke Loc, and his brother Pool Plus the Seventh Street- Man you aint nothin but bad bitch Aye, Malone, if your with it lemme get an ad-lib Meet Jay Rock, former quote unquote Menace to Society, now Warner Brothers recording artist dealing with the sudden uncertainties of even having his first official single released. He finds himself struggling, daily to overcome the temptations triggering his old criminal ways. At this moment, his conscience comes into play... ] Watts finest I told G he wit it He said he bout to go OT Forget it I wont let you fuck up Watts career Woah, calm down Somebodys getting sensitive here You fucking right because you know Jay Rock is my favorite Man you got a song with Lil Wayne and still aint made it Plus you just had a baby So I know that shit is stressin Know how much pampers cost ya We live in a recession I suggest you rob tomorrow Whatever in sight, whatever you like And if that bitch resists tell that bitch goodnight Like thats gon make a difference I know it will What, prison? Im just sayin what he like to do best What? Stealin, robbin, jacking guys for nice cars Like the nigga did in 17 Did you say nigga? It was a joke you know what I mean I mean, I hope you know what I mean Why you mad? Youre acting mean I mean, you said the same thing earlier What the fuck you worried for? I thought we was a team man You trippin man You glitchin You dont get it You was right You are different You fuckin right Why the hells you gotta fuck with the future of Watts? Okay, okay Lets see the choice he makes before his album drops Static

What are you doing? Watchin the sun. Yeah? Why are you watching the sun? I’ve always wondered why people say we shouldnt stare at this powerful source of energy. Made me curious. What if you go blind? Ive never heard of anyone goin’ blind from starin at the Sun. Guess you got a point there. Have you seen anything yet? Many things. Like what? See for yourself. You should turn off the phone. Welcome to the present. Too many opinions in the glasshouse This world full of ego, let me cash out Jump in that—, jump in that bitch Jump in that— , jump in that bitch Jump in that— , jump in that— Jump in that bitch, run in that bitch Jump in that-jump in that bitch Two trench coats in the bag Baby Keem, king of rap And I think he just came back How the fuck did I go back? Get your case off my back That my son, wait, relax Beat my son, go to your room Stop sneak-dissin, that aint bool Play both sides, huh She love all my guys, huh As we grow up, we begin to identify with things . Which means, identify means, we divide all sense of who we are from certain things. When youre identified with something that you are not, it always leads to suffering and unhappiness. I wonder what hes thinking about up there. Or if hes even thinkin’ at all. Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

Yo, I said back up on my body shit Like I aint even body it The Maserati doors flip back, like a karate kick I got to get that and party with that And prolly with the same ones I come in this game with, Im Mobbin with All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A Want to catch a nigga, seats and body slit Circle so tight Its even harder to get out of it People say Im border line crazy But Im proud of it,Everyday Im destined to be They couldnt swallow it, the hollow shit A double barrow pump Will get him out of it 50 Caliber Magazines couldnt model it A monument, I stand tall Something like Im Solomon Cop is trying to see my Facebook, so they follow em All up on Myspace, the fuck out of my face Been repping 52 ever since I was 58 56 to 52 the 40 divide you According to Sky Blue, now he repping that Piru Shorty is Pi too, He dont want it with my crew You aint got to fuck with dennis rodman, to die dude I play the side, they wanted me as pimping I told Im a ball, somebody must have been tripping Somebody must have been sipping The same niggas looking at me now Like damn I knew that nigga was shittin But Im spittin real rap Got a fake nigga shivering, cause all them punchlines Hit the skies for the bitching, look at how we living No chef up in the kitchen, but bitches be over three times a week making chicken Learn how to rap in the hood, I seen a vision Everybody slacked in the hood, but I had a mission Now giving back to the hood is my ambition So why I live back in the hood, be like an engine I dont understand that, I dont follow, I be trending Give a model my opinion, one that I aint even have to share Black Suit, Vladimir, Pen stripe like the magic wear Thunder Game, They think Im wearing the magic gear Court side every game, that ass appear After the game, Disappear, thats magic yeaah Still fuck with the same niggas that got me here And I even on yet, look at how im doin yet Am I drawn yet? reading paper like a comic Look at how they made the beat, look at how im on it Corner-back, Im a quarter back catching all of that Wide-receiver still running thinking that I love to bat Uh, Hannibal Lector pressure inside my veins You nothing but a tangible wrestler Stressed to entertain, I intertwine With rhymes, while circling candles in the rain Cause a seance, call my great aunt And tell her Im insane I love the night life, Dracula, e-parasite, where my fangs Knowing my vice, advice-giving by killers who obtain Bullets and dice, gamble with it Put dentures on your name Price on your head Sell it for cheap, like an eBay domain Blucker, ey fucker ! my pedigree might fuck ya No homo, take yo logo, and yo promo to an usher To walk it down them church pews I killed it had a curfew A 6 p.m, a black p.m Thats all they seen, I tucked a murder weapon in my brain My nigga, you know the drama I bring Clinically Saddam Hussein While fucking on the Dom Hossain Thas a famous bitch Now tell me who you hangin with Its a Privaledge To fuck with Kendrick and Kevin durant on some gangsta shit Shitted on em Man And I take my time, to write these lines Only aliens can see the signs Jupiters intruder, Im, looking for another universe to climb

Im still lost in my own zone in the living room Like Im dead to the world playing Donny Hathaway Patron shots I consume taking the pain away Each sip bring me closer to my doom Sun shining bright through the crack in the blind Thinking to myself this morning what happened to time Its passing away, the world decides, it aint what it used to be Everything I love dont mean what it used to mean For example spitting a 16 No thrills, feeling numb like im of Thorazine It used to be nicotine, I was addicted to this rap thing Now Im just trying to trap cream Enough drowning in my sorrow, never put off tomorrow What you can do today, thats my new motto With that said, I roll out the bed Hit the showers, its time to get this bread, now make dollars I woke up in the morning, washed my body, put some clothes on it After that, put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning Cause everybody got a gun, its like theyre copy cats So me without one is like Im dated Id be out of style like Adidas and fat laces Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever the late 80s had favored Im one of the best of my Homo Sapiens One of the best of Gods creations He shows favoritism everytime you hear the record on radio stations I know you mad, you aint gotta say much, I can feel you hating Serving mcs like waitress, Andre Agassi, multitalented Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas, theyre screaming in agony Half of these niggas aint half of me Half of these niggas aint talking bout nothing, yakity, yakity Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts, clapping them rapidly Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain Ten years in my career, pray to God that I dont blow up my brains Lord, Im here Great Depression, I dont know much, all I know is studio sessions, and how to get my bars up They call me Subway sandwich the way i give them cold cuts Cut from a different cloth, and these Yves Saint Laurent jeans; They cost so much Usher Either way im caught up in materialistic Anything thats custom, best believe Imma get it Getting tired of it and get rid of it, dont step on the Compton premises without your weap-on on your hip The home of the stray bullet that murder the innocent No matter the crime rate I still remain content Moving at my own pace, cause if it dont make dollars Then it really dont make sense, and if you cant comprehend I holler like a rottweiler behind a backyard fence - x4 I woke up this morning, counting my cash Girls calling me now, straight throwing the ass I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece They used to call me a creature, but now Im a beast With my voice on the beat, Im the voice of the streets From my head to the feet, Im bad to the bone Nigga, I wont stop, till Im add to the throne Dog, I ride with the chrome, gotta be safe in this shit Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them Clipse I dont ride on no skateboard, I roll with some grinders Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island I was a drug dealer, but now Im a wild spitter Nigga, Im more iller, call me a hospital You got the hiccups, I got this fluent as shit nigga I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch Im the reason these niggas be handcuffin them quick Im the reason these bitch niggas be playa hating on us See them in the streets, these niggas dont be saying nothing But keep on talking, you aint ready for beef Jay Rock down to bust a nigga head in the streets I cant help it, the hood flow through my blood This gangbangin shit, should be considered a drug Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas Wrong place, wrong time, thats how you get clapped nigga Raised in the projects, money my object They standing in my way, like a frog I dissect them Youll get shot walking through my section Now you a verse all in my session, they say life is a school Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out, shit got me guessing Shit naw, check my ghetto report card, straight A student in every class up in the Gardens Money over bitches, nigga im heartless Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target - x

Kanchigai ga haji da toka sunaosa ga itai toka Dare ga nanto iou to tadashisa nante wakannai ze Futsuu ni nagarete iku nichijou ni muri shite najimaseta Shizunjimatta koseitachi wo kande nonde haite warau Konna boku wo wakatte hoshii Iitai kedo ienakutte Nande daremo wakatte kunnai no to Omou no wa zeitaku na no kana? na no kanaa? Kanjouteki na taiyou wa Netsu wo agesugite dou ni kanari sou Sakebitakute shou ga nai Gamushara ni motometeru IDENTITY aa (INSIDE MY FEELING INSIDE MY JUSTICE Jama shinai de ibasho wa doko?) “Kawaii~” tte dareka ga itte tonari de kodamashite Atama ni “?” ukabe nete okite kyou mo seiten Kazatta DEKOREESHON ga nigate na boku ga iru yo Boku ni shika dekinai koto ga aru tte no mo shitte ndakedo Dou mirareteru ka ga shinpai na no? Unazuku koto wa tadashii no? “Hontou wa dou na no ka” ga ki ni naru yo Kotae wo sagasu no mitsuketai mitsumetai Kodoku wo shitte ai wo shiru Warikireru hodo otona ja nai nda ga Samishii keredo yuzurenai Boku dake no burenai IDENTITY aa Ikinokoru dake ja dame sa Nanika wo nokoshitai kara koko ni iru wake sa Dareka ni moratta kairaku ga Boku no shiawase to wa kagiranai ze Na mo nai mainichi dakedo Imi wo kakuritsu dekiru hi wa kuru yo Chuunibyou to yobarete mo MORATORIAMU no uzu no naka Kanjouteki na taiyou wa Netsu wo agesugite dou ni kanari sou Sakebitakute shou ga nai Gamushara ni motometeru IDENTITY aa (INSIDE MY FEELING INSIDE MY JUSTICE Jama shinai de ibasho wa doko?)

Reach my surroundings when I move out cause dudes envy Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi Super soak ya, anti-social, for the mail Ill go postal Postpone your post put it on pause with no controller at all Just a nickel plated fo-fo, pockets got a melody, carryin notes Without bad breath, still carry the scope I infrared whoever infiltrate, or disrespect, my money make it intellect, like a safety you intercept, a chain of bullets They vics when they rubbing your chest, pincher I treat all beef tender, no shook ones around here son You like Michael Jay Fox when them bad boys come Not Will Smith or Martin Lawrence, Im talkin bout boys thatll surely inspire your life insurance, life is short Your reality is at the height of a dwarf Say goodbye to the bitches and the champagne corks Say hello to the ditches where your homies is tossed, in it Porche blocks be black tinted, everything stocked Catch me running over civilians, middle finger up when im removing the ceiling, dissect the whole block when im removing your building, this goes out to every man, woman and children I dont discriminate, shook ones get earthquaked Rappers are scared to death, theyre scared to look Cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks Niggas shook from the door like Who is dem boys? Anything happen in front of it theyre responsible for it Niggas play hardcore like they really want a war Find themselves ductaped in the Ford Explorer Like This aint even car ford, how I end up in this? Walkin on the oceans floor at the bottom of the abyss Im guttin you guppies up, take a nap with the fish We dont wanna talk about it, we know where you live Mattafact, we got pictures of your kids Tryna talk himself out of it, but he dont wanna hear What a mess, look at what you niggas did Dig a hole, bury yourself, by a jump off the bridge This no subliminal, you know who we is Tried to do the snake thing, but we got to his ribs Not the rib that protect his organs, but rib meaning his woman that be spending his fortune Huh, hop out the frying pan scorching, right into the fire Hitman for hire, Punch When i be in the block, rappers, they get shook up Cause what im holdin that get your soul took up Blukah! Sound of the chrome plated woopa House flyin straight to your medula, suit up When its time for war, lace your boots up My advice ; get your head bulletproofed up No mercy, when the tool bust, smooch ya Leave your ass asking for your future, who ya? I dont know ya, gotta show ya, folding dough like yoga Dont approach us, nurse bag get smoked fast like a penitentiary box Of cigarettes, we still got that work posted on the ave Nickle and dime bags of narcotics, I got it You want it? No problem, still got the fiend shook like hydraulics

Today… Today… Today… Today… Today… Today… Today… Today… Today… I feel like I feel like I feel like Bumping some shawty Rollin my window down and hitting the highway No its not Friday But its my day And sometimes shit gotta go my way Niggas got me fucked up Thinking that my music don’t stick like some nunchucks Top dawg and we all stars like we run chucks But never mind that Take a trip to outer space show you where my mind at You know where my grind at Inside of the studio where I spend my time at Fuck over the game til I make that bitch climax Miss me with that bullshit haters die young You can run to the poor pit Pullin off the pit stop Car like a flip flop Bitches clap at me like they wanna make my piss hot I don’t even trip doe I don’t need no company Me, I’m thinkin long term tryna build a company Kendrick the good kid As I move I feel way better doing me I can only do me I hope that you do you I think to myself truthfully I can only feel later Some people say that I’m rude but I don’t give a damn if she if he if them or they say I’m uncool nothin but change how I feel bout me today Nigga, what I depose be so potent That if the earth dried I could spit back the ocean Then hop on a jet-ski and start West-Coastin I’m not boastin or braggin not a person I’m a dragon Takin action in the heat of the night So if the devil came tell him that I be alright I’m so high off life that I can OD Walk outside then sniff a whole key Old lady done called the police Its just an average Joe walkin with his heart on his Pendex Don’t be afraid to speak So to speak you niggas not within arm reach Y’all midget Max swingin on Shaq now have a seat You can never coexist with my momma’s oldest Kendrick be thy name I got my mind right My nigga locked in the pin, thats what my mind write Ink over my brain Whats up As I move I feel way better doing me I can only do me I hope that you do you I think to myself truthfully I can only feel later Some people say that I’m rude but I don’t give a damn if she if he if them or they say I’m uncool nothin but change how I feel bout me today So let me start off the third verse Pickin up your favorites is our curse Fuck the system, fuck the truth, fuck religion Fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the prisons Fuck George Bush, fuck rappers who love dissin Fuck you because you don’t see my vision I fucked your new girlfriend too Because she’s cute and the ass Looks like a grenade within the denim Fuck the groupies, fuck the gossipin bitches Fuck niggas that can’t fight so pull triggas Fuck the new world gas price that cost a livin Fuck your love fuck your hate fuck your snitchin Whether you fuck with me or not I don’t give a fuck you can keep your props Fuck keepin it real Im a keep it K-dot Kendrick everyday Jay-Z didn’t lie Fucker As I move I feel way better doing me I can only do me I hope that you do you I think to myself truthfully I can only feel later Some people say that I’m rude but I don’t give a damn if she if he if them or they say I’m uncool nothin but change how I feel bout me today Today… Today… Today…Today… Today… Today…Today… Today… Today…

Sittin in the hooptie, looking for a groupie Bitch Im K-Dot, act like you knew me Got me fucked up me dont pay for no booty You looking for a prize, bitch Im not no fool G Im hot like Cooly, sicker than the cooties I got all the juice, you something like a Poomby Im soon to be the greatest for the ages of the young Watch the game like a raven, craving rappers till Im numb Novacane can contain the pain that I brung Bitch I shine like a microscope bouncing off the sun Words bouncing off my tongue like a damn trampoline Hoes manicure him enough the bottom of my jeans so I kick him off Got haters pissed off, used to have no bank Look at my account, you see Os like Rick Ross I drift off to the moon, martian Use the Big Dipper as a teaspoon Parking my UFO somewhere that you dont know Welcome to the C4 You see one you see four Bombs in my peak hold Bombs over Baghdad, son you niggas You can never say I was a bad dad Run you nigga like a marathon This is when Vietnam meets the Babylon Bring it to yo front porch, tanks on your grass lines Im Mike Jordan in his prime, jumping from the foul line In order to see the king you gotta swim through the ponds Started out hustlin Bitch Im on my grind like I aint made nothing And to tell the truth, I aint made nothing Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Bitch Im on the grind like I aint made nothing K. Dot start it up You hear my engine bitch Pussy wet paint sweeter than some licorice Im like the homie Nas, Im on some nigga shit More chains more whips hell yeah Im living rich We chewing MCs, like some licorice Disrespect, get that ass smoked like a cigarette And Im the realest yes, keep these bitches wet And we dont give em chips, we just give em dick Got guns on me, cause them niggas hate Better have insurance, cause Im giving wakes I aint lifting weights, I lift them .38s 9s, .45s, big choppas aiming at yo face Ha ha Started out hustlin Bitch Im on my grind like I aint made nothing And to tell the truth, I aint made nothing Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Bitch Im on the grind like I aint made nothing Paint bubblicious, just a lil rusty Its Friday, been on the donut since Monday, highway How I touch sky like Kanye, kill em Black Ali boombayah killa SWAT meet shopping, till I not need nothing Ran between the legs of a naughty women Say it aint so soul, say it aint say I aint fucking with you like Nazi public Fuck em, fuck it, slide in the bucket You rolling on adults Im sitting on the team summit T-pain on, back steat fucking puffing la la la like a Lil Wayne song And why would I lie like a nigga in denial? When I can tell the truth and be free like style Top notch TV dont touch that dial Unless you finna wash up, you niggas better watch us Started out hustlin Bitch Im on my grind like I aint made nothing And to tell the truth, I aint made nothing Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Started out hustlin Bitch Im on the grind like I aint made nothing

How can I change the world, but cant change myself? How can I please the world but not God himself? How can I have the world, still need some help? How can I see the world, stuck in this box? Ive been trying to figure out my life I cant see, even in plain sight Though I cry, my tears dont bring light Your life is in your rearview How can I change the world, but cant change myself? How can I please the world, but not God himself? How can I lead the world when Im scared to try? Why should I need the world? We all gon die I thank God for giving us this life The day youre born, someone else dies All in love, all is in life Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview Your life is in your rearview

Uh, you know what it is Ima make sure everywhere you go you see me, baby You hear my voice? I never had a problem with your old nigga Its just how we mob, we dont know a nigga She put me in her past and she moved on But I keep her sexy ass in my new songs We all make mistakes, we gone fight There to wipe a nigga tears in the late night She wanna cum before me, tell her, Wait a minute! Now we on the water, elevators in it Dancing to another artist, Im the one who pin it Ghost, with the most, see no competition Working in the club and guess who gotta tip out Long money, Ima show you just what Rick bout Rims on the coupe, baby, haters wanna sue Me and you against the world, what you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do? Frustration Hesitation Come closer baby One question: Am I moving too fast? Cause I aint leaving alone- feel like I could be honest babe We both know that were grown Thats why I wanna know How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? Yeah you look good, and I got money But I dont wanna waste my time Back of my mind, Im hoping you say two or three You look good; we came to party But I dont wanna waste my time Temptation Sweet persuasion, oh Come closer baby Impassioned Aha, and what do we have Your empty heart and my empty bottle and yellow cab That you are likely to catch cause your latest ex made you mad So I figured the perfect catch would be you if I made the pass Pool full of liquor then we dive - in it Knowing if I lick her I might die - in it Then reincarnate as a fly - gymnast Just to flip my tongue on you This the Olympics State your name, live in the moment It’s your time to own it, I see it in you baby She tell me that she never get a first let away And life is a bitch, but every dog has its day Holla pull up, pull up, bring it back, come rewind Pull up them big trucks, that pack come behind Pool full of liquor then we die - in it Pull em to the side, let me slide up in it Or waste your time, or waste your time Or waste our time, baby its alright Baby its alright, baby its alright yeah Oh its alright now Alright. Oh yeah I dont wanna waste my time, no I dont wanna waste no time, oh no I dont wanna waste your time, babe I dont wanna waste our time, Oh my time, Oh whoaaa, now How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? Yeah you look good, and I got money But I dont wanna waste my time Back of my mind, Im hoping you say two or three You look good; we came to party But I dont wanna waste my time No-no-no. I aint judgin if you do decide that you might be ___ing tonight What? More power to you if you do decide that you might be ___ing tonight I aint judgin if you do decide that you might be ___ing tonight What? More power to you if you do decide that you might be ___ing tonight Lets go, shit we only live once right? I mean, wheres the fun in forever anyway?

What I look like, a sucker to you, nigga? Fuck you, rookie Somethin incredible, heh-heh-heh Hey, hey, hey, hey Turn that shit up, boy, bump that shit Nigga, hold a handgun and dump that shit Nigga, buy that borough and fuck that bitch And kick her out before the sun come up Nigga, my funds is up I got my money right Business movin like New York City lights Bitches all over that boy Cause they know that young boy got a cold strut But I dont fuck with them hood rats, theyll set you up And I aint goin out just like that Id rather go out over a shoot-out, plow Land of the scandalous, every corner got a candle lit Every stop sign got a hollow tip Every sunshine got a hood under it And you know we Marilyn Jones runnin that shit My bones made out of cement, strong arm Explode on yall, Vietnam, boom Heh-heh-heh, okay, Im ready, ha-ha Tell your boyfriend to do it like this A thousand for the jeans, three hundred for the kicks, bitch I was born with diamonds in my wrist So, its only right for your boy to talk shit, yuck Straight nasty, dont walk past me I just might grab it, just might pull a blade out and stab it I would kill it only if you say Im more than willin to take advantage Legs to the ceilin, ho, throw away your panties Tell em that we chillin if your boyfriend harassin I take em, then I perform magic Head on the freeway, seatbelt fastened And go and tell the DJ to play my shit You never heard nothin like this, yuh The new West Coasts best-kept secret Chronic smoke comin out my throat, ha-ha Shit, ay, ay, heh-heh, fuck it, Im goin in They say, Who that? K. Dot, no roof, new top They hate, they watch, speed down the block In a Porsche Box, stashbox, got a new Glock In a shoot-out with anybody that you got .45, no lie, no problem If he got his jewels on, Im a Black Rob him Nigga, Im a bad boy, Im a black ski mask, boy Im a run in his house, then ask, Where the cash, boy? Tell me where the safe or thisll be the last time That you ever have a gun in your face Might be the last time that somebody run in your place You picked a bad time to be at fuckin home today, stupid Im ruthless, Im Eazy-E, Im Snoop, shit Im 2Pac, Im inferno, Im so hot, no chicken Tell it to the Colonel Sanders, do it for that Compton campus Heh-heh, Im done with the fourth quarter Shit, psych, Rock, get em Guess whos back? Fresh new fitted, turned back Fresh new spinners on the Lac Never knew Rock could do it like that Im a mack for real, I hit more pussy than Vagisil, yeah Who got this game in a chokehold? Well make your best rapper submit Pack up and quit cause we the shit Plus, that Calico hold more shells than El Pollo Loco Turn you to a dough salt Take your ho to the mo-mo quick She want to bounce up and down on my pogo stick Me n Dot spit raw, deejays, Mr. Miyagi Your records wax us on and wax you off, ha You come frontin, get slammed like Onyx We the West Coast classics, you better pay homage You want problems? The kings of the shoot-outs Leave your block smokin like a luau Top Dawg E-N-T, bitch We told you, heh-heh-heh, we told you, ah Top Dawg, nig, we told you, nigga done did it Yeah, yeah, aye

Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Now I done grew up round some people livin their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask Backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feels Some people wanna kill their sorrows Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes Lookin to make a vow soon That Ima get fucked up, fillin up my cup, I see the crowd mood Changin by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience If you do not hear me, then you will be history, Kendrick I know that youre nauseous right now And Im hopin to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down Ima drown in some poison, abusin my limit I think that Im feelin the vibe I see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize, this is parental advice Then apparently Im over-influenced by what you are doin I thought I was doin the most til someone said to me Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded , nigga If youve got a little Ima share a thought You from Compton? Get your uncle, poppa He a gangster, he know how to party You aint nothing like him You a stranger to this G shit Fuck a sip, nigga Take it to the neck, nigga Take it for the dead homies Homie, just a set This the business Many bitches, alcohol Deal with it Be a Navy Seal with it Swim until you feel Nigga, why you babysittin only two or three shots? Ima show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor, Ima dive in it Pour up , head shot Sit down , stand up Pass out , wake up Faded , faded

Hallelujah, K. Dotll do ya Quicker than a porno star, jump on my dick yall And get fucked by the millisecond Duck when I pull the weapon from out of my mouth Shots at you like a sawed-off Aiming for your grill like Im Paul Wall Then peal til I not yall My cerebral cortex is like a war vet Sharing war stories with the deceased, Im brain dead Straight bananas, I never gave a fuck Bout anything but my momma, my daddy, siblings, and grandma And if you neither one of them, then I gotta answer Every question with a bullet hole in my hammer Like VH1, thats far beyond your comprehension Like a deaf person showing up to court for a hearing Who they fearing? K. Dot Tickle the nipples of women Make your bitch grab her crotch when she hear my shit, bitch! K. Dot got the unorthodox flow On fire, make a rapper burn his soul Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals Numero uno, city in my rearview Compton on my back like the titties of my masseuse Pity, here you fool who? Go against me, I rebuke thee And wake thee up, six in the morning With the pump, punks jump up to get beat down Jump shot, coroners catch them on the rebound Pans, pots, plates, bowls Im in your kitchen eating your stove Im hungry and hibernated Im cold as Miles Davis I load up then I aim it No judgment for the plaintiff It only gets more heinous, nigga Im brainless Like a blind bitch who dont suck dick Dinosaur manure, big shit Smell me or die quick, fucka! I can stand in a pool of gasoline lighting a blunt and never catch on fire Silly motherfucker, Im fire Smack the devil over the cheek, gave him a third degree burn Iced it down when he was asleep, and said youll be okay A lot of rappers are desperate to be a star by the day They hydroplaning, hoping that they get their big break Im just saying, I feel Im the one Like a magician with a stick inside his hand, or the name of a mexican I gets ignorant with ya Snap me a picture, bitch, Im famous I came in this world nuts in my palm and drinking Paul Masson In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron Locked him in a basement and amputated his shooting arm Now thats a stretch Ab-Soul Like a fifty mile strip when Im pimping these hoes Call me Dolomite, nope I take that back Found out he gay as a happy day or the way that you rap (K. Dot got the unorthodox flow On fire, make a rapper burn his soul Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals)

Im more focused, see Im nothing like you new the front lines Thinking they hot cause they homies said they was a few times Which is too many times of lying to you, they telling a lie The only time I lie in the booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hours, these niggas better get they bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key, my cool is on, she love my AC My jewels is on and I wish one of yall try robbing me I shoot and have you laying between the sheets with the Isleys We push the coupe like a high speed and the helicopters come and realize theres nothing behind us, its behind me Your honor, I fuck over these beats with no condom This aint really a rap, its a porno, rewind it back Its back to defining a loss, correct, they dont obey Yall aint nice nigga, yall just okay Yall more than a Lil Jon phrase Im Mike Jordan in his prime, a modern day Issac Hayes Fingers on the shaft, new to the theme song of your career Study my craft, you ignorant?, I can do it without a pen and a pad Its inspiration, something yall have never had If my pockets is something youre trying to grab, see I pull out a rocket and peel you back like scab, you old news Old dudes get out my way let the young boy come through, dont mention my age, SHIT Im on a mission for pay and you astronaut niggas just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere, you can act like youre here But actually you aint accurate fucking with this music biz The industry like Fuck it, let the music be his No theme park, Im not trying to amuse you kids Small shark, Jaws is here jump in the water Do we really fuck with president Carter? My reply is that I cant stay away from the bosses Got the bidding war popping like an auction Five or ten labels like What he hitting for?, seven zeros or more Remember having Aftermath sitting on my door Money in front of me I couldnt open the door Im so far ahead of my time I got people 5 years from now pressing rewind Im hardly impressed with yall, I hate rappers Where the true artists at?, if it aint a good picture you draw dont bring it to the architect Often yall arguing bout who got next Claiming yall running the game niggas is barely walking yet Hopping all over beats without going through training camp Try studying a few greats and then maybe youll be where Im at Your songwriting aint great, your mixtape is mediocre You recycle the same quotes, youre not Switching your flow, your flow in the same place Dont just rap elaborate, expand, try to be more creative perhaps My rap friends, I aint saying that you whack, psych Like an invoice Im just stating the facts, right? The metaphors I write In fact youve been a factor youve feared your whole life, no TV show Dont compare me with them, thats like Jaws vs. Nemo A gorilla to a chimp, Jordan vs. Kukoc A Tony Montana with blow in his nose to a Nino

I aint no joke I used to let the mic smoke Now Im like Mike Jordan with the flow Identify with a scientific scope Scope over the rifle Fragments and potholes Got rappers selling surveillance behind black tint in the parking lot at Roscoes Making the change lift straight jack move Pack 2 some mechanic Pull it out you panic, flow nuts like cashews Shift to Cancun, even though I’m Compton Like Raider Caps and Corduroy house shoes I be the illest witness the lyrical drug dealin’ When I distribute the word these rappers get hard feelings No remorse sucka MC’s throw fits cause I carry the torch without Olympics Kill all friendships my enemies Go against the God MC? penalty crucifixion So nice wish you had 3 ear drums to listen Damn right I be the don Corleone of rap songs whether on the east cost or back home We clap chrome like magnetic monkey wrenches Used to hop fences Now we hop on top of bad bitches pass em to the homies like basketball assists West Coast Vengeance, East Coast Revenue something new like Pac in Versace lenses Big in the Khaki Suit Best of both worlds when I step in the booth Suicidal thugs from them him her and you I kick away the chair you hang from the noose Shoutout to sidegun and Papoose, Kunta Kinte and ? Bringing it back to the roots, you understand Yeah yeah yeah from Cali to N.Y You already know lets get it in Like Mike Tyson in his prime, knocking out rappers with every line Wont attest how I come back with a forty-five Like MJ, sucker MC’s expire LA Nigga not to be fucked with, Thug Quick Guns tucked nigga we buck shit We do pop take off your rooftop On the rooftop with choppas infrared dot ya One shot no doctors, just yellow tape and white sheets Buck chrome tell em why Living like felipe though you lay on our paper Yo life we repo play for keeps, no need for peace talk Catch contact whenever the weed spark Yeah its chronic in whatever we smoke Got signed but I’m still in the hood like a brick of blow Hit the club made my pick n’ roll this should give em dough Jay Rock used to be in them drug spots Now I rap for the dough all for the Mula, hoo-ha Sucker MC’s no threat, i could run laps around each one no sweat They’d all be scared of me, no one ahead of me Nailed to the throne, I’m a project celebrity These niggas ain’t all that they said they’d be Nothing but images raping the youth stealing their benjamins Under the dirt is where we sending them New coupe speed off color be cinnamon Nike Cortez’s, and Pendletons LA style hop out slide doors on a minivan Its like that spray the whole block if we miss one spot, what we gotta do Come right back I play the passenger Dumb shot then pour gas on ya Acting like Nelson as I laugh at ya The young boy Casper ya Ya soul rise out the casket bruh New rap game lazarus, Top Dawg ENT Soliders ain’t nothing after us

They say that Im the one And you, you are the prototype You might have the ears of sound But you already know who they like You niggas need hugs for real Somebody to hold you real tight You niggas need hugs for real Somebody tell em hes the prototype I am the truth, no lie about it Bring my testimony when I walk in that booth Walking the thin line between love and hate, I defend mines Join them when it comes to their crunch time, I never fold I love pressure, thats why I apply so much on niggas thinking they better I am a clutch shooter, I am a sharp shooter And its great enough to hear the butterfly moving Follow me moving through these ghetto streets and school I say fuck retarded sweep Walk into school the chief right there tried to talk at me In the midst of Piru and natty Blood beef Shall we hesitate or walk down That 10-grade summer we had death right in front of us Then leave the house without kissing our mamas The new Jordans came out, but we didnt get them Cuz the color haunt them to get too much attention Damn it I liked it thoughs Pac was talking bout the concrete rose I never seen one till I looked in the mirror There go, huh huh, thats the flow right there You should use it, thats what my conscience said then I hopefully abused it, huh I am the lyrics and the music, yall rapping note for the beat I let the instrumentals listen to me I listen to heat, my ears can hear fire I pierce through the flame like barbed wire breaking up concrete And I aint thinking bout no rap beef Niggas is getting killed throughout the week, thats every day Catchin bullets like an umpire We tried to stay home but still aint safe Thats baseball tactics, retaliation back and forth like tennis rackets, we used to it Who can circle round the block the fasters If you can do it, think you know why it becomes a practice We worked it out like barely total Cuz shit happens You niggas need hugs for real Somebody to hold you real tight You niggas need hugs for real Somebody tell em hes the prototype I aint even rap but let them young boys get ya Paint a perfect picture like Im rhyming only scripture Im nice, ice water veins, its pure no filter Who you get your style from, the same real familiar like I heard it before But reincarnation is a blind man spirit So I aint going for it, na uh I aint having it, you getting to board it Like an unfair mother, my child you gon suffer To you acknowledge to whom gave you life to knowledge in Zion learning and taking deuce through college The prototype for the flows you like Im surgical Ronald Mike, I cut you up somethin nice Get out the pocket, Im sending them skyrockets right through your minds Optic popping out your eye sockets, ah Excites a riot every time Im rhyming In accordance with the snare I got impeccable time, Junior They say that Im the one And you, you are the prototype You might have the ears of sound But you already know who they like You niggas need hugs for real Somebody to hold you real tight You niggas need hugs for real Somebody tell em hes the prototype

Im wakin up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust Im breathin in the chemicals Im breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse YA! YA! YA! YA! Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know! Where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga Brace yourself, Ill take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how Im slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin yo hand out the window – check yourself! Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where beep hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin for if you aint walkin up, you fuckin punk? Pickin up the fuckin pump, pickin off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin from AKs, ARs, Ayy, yall, duck! Thats what Momma said when we was eatin the free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in 94, fuck yo truce! Now crawl your head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Aint no peace treaty, just pieces BGs up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct Make sure youre corporate or theyll be callin your mother collect They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit aint no threat You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Lets get It! Man down, where you from, nigga? I said, where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga If Pirus and Crips all got along Theyd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time Im in the street, I say— YA! YA! YA! YA! Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive All systems go The sun it hasnt died Deep in my bones Straight from inside Bury me alive, bury me with pride Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine Thank you berry much, but tonights my night and Im Barry Bonds Swingin for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time Everything in lifes subject to change, change whip, change grind Change clothes, change opinions, right before I change my mind I dont really know yah business, been in there since I was bendin Lego blocks Now you tell the world about me, dry snitch Tater tots on my shotgun, I gotta pop one at the stars Skys the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars Mark my word, Ima make my mark, when they start their Martial Law When these Martians alienate, my mental state is still at heart Lord, look in my eyes, tell me I died, tell me I tried, to compromise Tell me you love me, tell me that I, dont really care and can barely decide Wishin good luck on my enemies, energy go to the almighty God Drown in a bottle of Hennessy, with no amenities Im gettin better with time Aaah! Im wakin up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, Im radioactive, radioactive Can you feel me with time, can you feel me Can you feel me with time, can you Hey Can you feel me with time Oh Can you feel me with time, can you Can you feel me with time, can you feel me Can you feel me with time Radioactive, radioactive

R.I.P its the remix killer Mike Jack was alive, Id remix Thriller Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T Give a damn if I never be a hot MC Cause Im a hood nigga, first on everybodys list Buy the whole club P, dont fuck with no Cris That average ass watch cant fuck with my wrist Them average ass hoes cant fuck with my bitch To the window, to the motherfuckin wall Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin mall Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, thats my Hummer R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer R.I.P I wanna kill the judge Tryna lock the homie up, they dont feel the thug Im thirsty, but I dont give a fuck Fuckin with my ex cause Im still in love I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money I aint went Hollywood, you just act funny Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy Stop playin, Im tryna hit like a crash dummy Dont start no shit, it wont be no shit I cant take yo bitch if I dont see yo bitch We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch Cancel her and get another like Im Nino bitch R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug Pull up in this bitch and Im beamin and shit Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit Stomach on belly roll, bitch Im eatin and shit You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad Bags on my eyes, I dont sleep much, we up Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that Long hair weave with extensions Glock 17 with extension Bumpin Suga Free in the automatic dually T.V.s in it like its 97, watch a porno movie Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang Fuck whoever dont like it, lil K-Dot be the name, bitch R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P. to the V.I.P I got my lil niggas in the club, fuck I.D My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas And the molly make the white girl look Chinese OHB, my niggas out here ballin And all these fake ass artists, yall niggas out here drawin Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed And if you started from the bottom gon and come out the closet You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic You gon see the flashes, like you in a pageant All black suits, and them long Caddys R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug

Intelligent thug, half of the time Im Nasir Jones Cooking live at the barbecue When I reveal poems from the composition Destroy the competition Never on the wire But look Joe, heres the proposition I pray for you fools every day like a faithful christian Sunk my soul in white wood the whole eighth Im twistin Cutlass, jet black 78 edition Im a genius, straight As when I ride the rhythm Cut the pie more than twice and Im gon get a slice Dont act like I aint the truth Word to Proof, lets go get em Ninth Uh-Uh, lets go get em Ninth Middle East represent lets go get em Ninth Im sad cause my generation got the blindest eyes Niggas rapping bout drugs like its saving lives Investing time into these hoes like potential wives If thats the mother of yo son boy dont be surprised Didnt think that karma was real The condom flushed down your toilet resurrected as a beautiful kid Got you working double time to lead that cubicle shit Make up your mind, holy design or Lucifers tips Yeah I know lifes complicated Open the bottle just to see its all concentrated Pulp fiction I will never pump fiction just to leave pots pissed in Spittin at the camera like Pac before prison huh You know the losers say it happens to the best of us The best of who dawg? Who are you dawg? Im U-turning in the clouds because of me Been logging off since that guy on Youtube is me Usually I would like attention But strangers get stranger with every Can I get a picture? Im trynna tell folks blog posts dont make ya richer But thank you for supporting all the genius in a nigga Tread water on flat land My larynx hold crack cocaine for a rap fan Looking for more than the shuckin and jivin of rappers compromisin they taste Like eating off a griddle no blow Never congregate with the so-so Snob hop in its purest, this here is my modern life I took a vow, never live moderate That was way back when I was on Ivy league college shit They wont let me live it down so I live it up I used to want my citys crown now it isnt much No shots fired when Pac died Back when it wasnt cooler to be lying to the consumer Matata Hakuna, I am the Lion King Tell these hoes what they want, Im the Lyin King Word to McLuda, Brainiac No blanks in my six shooter, they all hollow Take a tip, out the sip Class is dismissed Yo, coming straight up from Chicago They say Im coming from the outside looking in Looking like that nigga that your favorite rapper shouldve been Better than the best right, catch me in the next life Bet Im still spittin uglier than Ushers ex-wife Add-2 a problem in the column Ann Landers writes So mean but on the mic Im near Planters nice A genius like Jean and Ninth and kill tracks Trynna hurry up before Drake and J. Cole bring light-skinned back You kick it like hacky sack, I aint going back to that For every scar on Seal’s face, I can spit a rap to match They nervous like a suburban jumping the curb And the shit I spit is stuck on they mind like hodgy wearing his turban I was told to go harder, and try and touch the dollar Mo dots be on they ass than Laurence Fishburne daughter Artists hard as the hardest part the part a gotta martyr us And Martin must Guess Ill dumb it down we all smarten up If you look inside my mind youll probably see atomic bombs Loaded with explosive grenades holding dope rhymes And its potent You never heard a heroic flow more divine As a poet I know Im the don Like sunrise and I owe it to family genes The Albert Einstein in the pocket of dungarees And Im dunking on Shaq with ease Its a lay up every time I stay up Im in the studio the time they wake up, but wake up It gets worse Theres not a weapon that can prosper The prognosis of a sick rapper that can rock ya whole roster This is genius, can vouch in v-necks Or catch a snow blizzard if Kendrick gon visit Im that cold with it, you know me My intellect get intertwined with God Get washed up like a tide if you dont pay your tithes Oceans divide whenever I speak Cars will collide when Im on this beat Wreck shit for the record once the record peak Brittany Street, yea, time told on itself Kinda happy here to see this, I’m a actual genius Ninth, I’m on a pedestal lift a finger when it’s needed A genius makes no mistakes So it’s cool I had to wait push the bull to the side And keep my power in the safe Now I release it in this room Even if you don’t believe you’ll catch a spirit in this place I’m a actual revolver When it comes back around hope it’s me for the take I’m a thief for this space, I want it all or nothing It’s never beef for this cake And I’m the beauty and the beast and on this beat I will shake Damn slow down Street, naw nigga this my pace You need actual proof, I’m the actual stakes Past the around and tell them super genius on it’s way Brittany Street What a beautiful day it is, cruisin’ to Mayfield In a ride that glide like when he was hoopin’ in Living proof for the ‘mazing is Scooped up your broad now my palm on the cranium Gettin’ dome, indoor stadium Rocky ass roll when I’m all in your You must suck at life, I’m on the cusp of hypes Unattainable to most, safe to say I’ve touched the sky Delante West you muthafuckin’ Show some respect for the toughest on the mic Daytona, paint images like Iliad from Homer What you hearin’ is quotables You never get it if you slow to move Success smell sweet like when roses bloom Defeat like sea salt in an open wound I know some goons that keep the strap on like rented bowling shoes those them dudes I keep close for hoes like you No lenience for idiots, my five thoughts beyond smart He’s a muthafuckin’ genius Yo they mocking me when they should be copying their Laws Knowledge is forever but novelty wears off Like names on a wall, and fade like hairlines They gave mine airtime This is for the Judas that call me Jesus in person then say he’s just OK He jock my colour quality painted my genius gray So I’mma meet the chicks he want and steadily strong arm ‘em Make ‘em glow like silver and readily Long John ‘em It’s not a problem, or one that I can’t solve They wanna stop to talk shit man but I can’t stall In this modern warfare they say that I can’t but I can’t recall Poppin’ off with my back to the wall Is being a genius being a capital G In this day avoiding it after seeing it Either it’s something that you can’t reach Or it’s something that your whack mentors can’t teach Genius Knowledge connoisseur, genius provocateur The genius schizophrenic, scribble my mental image Replace the inkblots, graph a genius plot Off the charts I mark my territory Glory been Banner in the lab before the gamma radiation got to damage him You bore me, what of Arabia? Pen prick Dot my I’s, got my eyes fixed on Angelou’s prize Bleed ink never cry, logic on the fly I promised I would try to bring more To make your lightbulbs fry Shy of autism, walk with him he’s Rainman, huh Talk with him just to figure out the game plan, ha, game theory Marvel my brain picking pieces of a sane man I make it rain again Beautiful mind of intuitive design By omega in the skies And we don’t brainstorm, just cause you will waste it We make it drizzle just a little go ahead and taste it The brainiac has made it, a makeshift Modern day genius, Act Proof that crazy shit Dustin Hoffman, on again, off again and I’m lost again I am E, I do it seamless Freakin’ this genius Yup a G I is, but lethal we see y’all niggs Straighten you out, you see my lens Freakin’ this re-a-mix up a little I’ll find out whoever the comp is I promise them They will see I’m kind of a monster my harmonica Honest, I’m one of the smartest, like I’m from Boston MIT-in’ it Meet the illest team I’m with, more in tune like most improved to a Shit, clean cut, read a few books to get up my bucks Give ‘em a mean look, believe it they seem shook, they stuck Niggas get steam cooked when I read books Roastin’ cats when provoked, and peep the Opus One of the dopest, get to know us, And show it whenever class is in session Know it, get out your notes This genius shit? I wrote it, let’s go

Tonights the night I jump on my shh... uh huh? Lyrical mayhem, rappers get laid down when I kick K rounds, a transformer how I break down Nouns and verbs, you just stumble over your words So in love with my shit they save it in pampers The only pull ups be the drive by when I pull up then pull out Whatever you did shout I put up Then take the residuals after leaving your body in critical Fuck em all though, more drive than a car show Four five in the console, call me Soul Eastwood Lyrical gun slanging’ and a corral full of wild niggas PC shut down niggas, its P.E. I run around niggas You shawn pope you just sound bigger You bad boys bite the brick like snitches bite bullets No diss to Diddy, thats just how I like to put it Living’ life crooked like a neck muscle after you pull it 187, look at the footage Like O-Dawg, and oh you Oh Dog, you either pay up Or have your daughter makin’ that ransom phone call Player, I don’t tolerate niggas who fabricate stories Who says you did what I’m sounding like Noreaga for the paper One leg to erase ya, kinda ironic Calling the shots like Chick Hearn in intern Your chick hair fall in my crotch, follow me pop Spit champagne, they should bottle me up We on the edge like when my barber be lining me up Never pledge allegiance, my mom mustve done bred a demon My pop mustve done shot bullets instead a semen I led a legion of doom cramped up in the womb And started teething the day I heard a beat, lets eat Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And its 187 on a muthafuckin beat Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And its 187 on a muthafuckin beat Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And its 187 on a muthafuckin beat Yeah, Jay Rock, Watts ambassador Big truck, paint color Almond Joy Black choppers seem like the commodores Get money, fuck bitches, do it like a chore Thats the routine, 24 hours More money, more power, fuck problems Pop my collar, hit clubs and pop bottles For the dollars I’m Master P, Bout It, Bout It Take a look at my wrist Now look at my It feels like I have a fuckin’ jukebox on You niggas ain’t hot, you niggas lukewarm And I had swag ever since I was born And every car I drive, yes it must be foreign So when I ride by your bitch yelling popcorn I get up under your skin, yes I’m a fuckin thorn And they have a stash spot and you just been warned, bitch Game said it first, I’m the next out the west Want a test? Knock your spirit up out your flesh Who’s the best rapper, I’m his favorite rapper Too Fresh like a nigga still in the wrapper I’m the shit like a nigga still in a pamper Hit a booth, kill a track then we light candles 187 everytime I spit a scripture Jay Rock, Watt City, I’m the perfect picture You ain’t gotta worry about who’s hotter I been poppin’ collars Been making it rain in the club, I been about my dollars I can’t seen colors, I’m colorblind So when you hit me up, all you gon see is fuckin dollar signs Got my motivation, my nigga stay on the grind Even if its back on the block pushing nickels and dimes Addicted to crime, I fuck with known felons Top Dawg E-N-T, thats what they yelling, nigga

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 dick 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 Lot of niggas say theyre real, Im the realest one Im the realest, this exactly how Im feelin, bruh Aint no chillin, bruh Im a motherfuckin thug Im a motherfuckin thug Im a motherfuckin thug Im a motherfuckin thug Im a motherfuckin thug Im a thug, the conditions Im living Its got me condition for prison, the condition for killing The condition that we put kids in, often poverty stricken And even theyre education becomes a pipeline to prison Simply a tool used for mass incarceration Call it the new plantation, call it new era slavery Call the court system racist, call it just what it is A plot and plan for paper that punish the poorest kids OReilly, Hannity, Limbaugh, Geraldo know what it is But they be on that fuck boy shit, blaming your kids Don Lemon too, Wolf Blitzer three I often wish I can have a sit down with every C and every B And help them see we not enemies And that includes fraternities with their college degree Im part drug kingpin mixed with Booker T Im whatever Blacks need me to be 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 All thats an error, role model I cant Its like Im a parrot, apparently Im marking the dance Ive 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 packing this four and harassing your ho Antagonizing the business you love the most See the difference to my approach is a 40 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 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

Yo, if you could see what I was thinking -- Youd probably see a boat floating in my quotes Fluid like sewer drain, too insane -- Like everything Edgar Allan Poe wrote Call the Olympics, I cant even spit it -- I pole-vault And your teams like making love for the slowpokes Here we go though -- Soul got a blunt rolled up Chocolate Thai got me right, yeah I Cocoa Puff -- Time to time? Shit, Im high all day Like the sun, you could catch me in the sky all day Money like pre-algebra -- multiply all day My style cayenne pepper so I spit like Dylan Whenever the mic gone -- Got sick and tired of asking for shit to write on Now the only pen that I grip -- Exists in my cerebral cortex The future is like a quartet -- I fore-see it bitch You know Id really hate to murder you rappers -- I wish I never heard of you rappers -- Shits whack man you need more practice -- So go practice -- Go practice Shit -- my impact is flammable gaseous in a room full of lit matches Rumor has it Im hazardous -- Rap Lazarus, the hip hop Jesus of Nazareth Polaroid couldnt capture this Im candidating like an activist, back to this Im profound, you niggas lost like Angeles Im fierce like a wildebeest -- Built like a million-piece puzzle Put together by hustle, who wanna scuffle? We laugh to the bank and you chuckle -- keep the change My genetic makeups too different to be the same as yall Like sending instant messages when I aim at yall -- Im hitting you up Like graffiti on the wall, hope you get what you ask for As for Ab-Soul, Im a asshole -- thats all Shut them down like Ctrl - Alt - Delete, capisce? Mind-boggling, word gargling word-ologist What you hollerin? I got enough spit to form my very own island, my friend Wanna take a swim? Step into the booth, youll probably need a bathing suit Skinny-dipping, my thoughts inside a pool of sharks do You hesitate to test the waters of a fish tank You first-timer -- You need more than one-liners Your color scheme is undone, all you have is the primer Paint pictures like art designers -- Architect when I often draw the tech Then put your carcass over your set when the words eject Celibacy flow -- Really dont matter the sex, just letting you know -- Women could get it quicker like chlamydia nigga Disease-infested, please consider -- The piece of her comprehension inside my jurisdiction And you cant deliver If you could see my thoughts I recollect in the booth -- Self genocide rhyme, hang yourself from the noose -- To spit iodine from a spectators view Punch is off his rocker, locked in Davy Jones locker Un-controllable urge to splurge on the verse Baptize them with the words, shall return as the first Born immaculate birth, dog, cuz what Im worth -- Is the earths first garden and thats only when Im starvin nigga Yeah...Ima stop right there K-Dot, Ab-Soul, Punch Murder you rappers

Damn, love or lust Damn, all of us Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin lovely, livin lovely Just love me Just love me, just love me, just love me Love me Love me, just love me If my mind wasn’t this fucked up, would you still ? If I went out and commit a crime, would you still ? Keep it real, Id rather have you trust me than to Keep it for real, without you equals nothin’ Ay, I got somethin’ Hold up, tryna get the right words in Okay...,baby I’m tryna be open but everybody is out here jokin’ I know you want me, I can tell by the way you’re smirkin’ I know you’re broken, I can tell that shit is hurtin’ But baby don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you I’m here to make you smile something that nigga couldn’t do It kinda been awhile, that a nigga had impress you There’s a lot of girls in this crowd, but you’re the only one I find special My bars are here to address you Baby you’re a star, don’t ever let a nigga stress you Let’s get in the car, cause that’s the only way I can confess to you Get to know you more while drivin’ cause later on tonight I’m tryna undress you Open your car door, to show that I was raise right Cause I know that’s gonna impress you Baby, don’t think I’m here to play you I’m actually here to stay with you Pussy or not I can’t stay away from you If my mind wasn’t this fucked up, would you still ? If I went out and commit a crime, would you still ? Keep it real, Id rather have you trust me than to Keep it for real, without you equals nothin’ Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin lovely, livin lovely Just love me Just love me, just love me, just love me Love me Love me, just love me Okay I’m on the way We ain’t got time to waste Listen to the words i’ma say That kitty I’m tryna taste I do this shit everyday You’re someone I ain’t scared to chase She made me smile today, when I saw her pretty ass face At the end of the day, my life was in a better place She kinda blush today, when I had my hands around her waist Yeah, I’m the kid with the “nigga naps” but also with the sweetest raps Bars like Coles, attitude like Kenny Lord I know, you’re always be with me I got goals, so baby don’t be scared to achieve them with me We all know, who’s really ridin’ with me I wanna have somethin’ real, like Bobby and Whitney I’m being for real, I feel that you’re the only one that gets me If my mind wasn’t this fucked up, would you still ? If I went out and commit a crime, would you still ? Keep it real, Id rather have you trust me than to Keep it for real, without you equals nothin’ Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sippin bubbly, feelin lovely, livin lovely Just love me Just love me, just love me, just love me Love me Love me, just love me

10,9,8 7,6,5 4,3,2 1 I kick a funky friendly conversation that keep they mind racin You cant complain about the flow I got I let my thoughts space out with the astronauts Like the white boys say, Pass the pot Let me smoke for a minute... As god as my witness, I never abuse this hip hop Ill never pretend to be something Im not Giving you something to rock to other than hardcore rap, possible You ever been under hypnosis I mean literally Not being focused with your eyes open They say 90% of humans dont even notice Now can you imagine a couple of minutes passing without you knowing what happened Without you knowing people was laughing at you They say the worse scenario is when they have to catch you You wake up out of your mind, your whole thoughts is baffled Youre doing things like trying to touch your shadow Now heres some realistic, is it something that can happen or is it just a gimmick You never know until your bear witness Bear witness... Bear witness... You woke up in the morning, took a shower Call some bitches over, want them to be over in one hour She came over, you fucked She left and you hopped in the truck, you Took your shirt off cause outside was burning up, you Skirted off turned your beat up but your gun was tucked Under the seat, you headed to Long Beach Hop on the 710 the carpool lane Only cause you got black tint and they cant see a thing Your check engine light popped up, its feeling like bad luck or what not You tried to maneuver all the way to the call box But one lane before you got there your car stopped Stop If your was listening for the past two minutes Then you just made accurate 90% hypnosis

Aw, this is four jiggling balls in your mouth all day everyday Ay you tuned into a fuck what you hear radio where you can stick a dick in your ear and um Aw shut the fuck up bitch but anyway We got this new K Dot record I know you a trap where you at baby Down Rosecrans 87 regal sipping on a gold can Gun tucked like the fetal, position Top Dawg coalition coexisting with the coldest you ever quoted from California district Been a coroner like David Banner Im the owner Of the marijuana aroma youre smelling hear the donor yelling its me bitches Who did it, I did it, take em where they cant go Like planet Venus leaning like a mad scientist Laboratory bottles of empty Heineken telling stories about the ones that came before me China-man squinting his eyes because Im blinding him, my shine is Bigger than a strike of lightning they liking him because I like to win Never lose, put me on a pedestal Bet I pedal victories until I pedal off my shoes Welcome to the lions room, challenge anybody whom Wanna try they luck they get fucked up and all you heard was Say hello to the little big homie, and your reality aint realer than this homie Now with my hopes in the back I could ride like this, or like that Putting all the bullshit aside K Dot be too funkified Tell him hes too cool, bitches Holla what it do, bitches Whats cracking bounce, skate, rock, roll, hello, world, here we go They be crackin like a pack of sunflowers seeds That the devil tree, put my dick on your double D, double Ds I learnt that from the dog pound, dont get mad at me Im just a product of what was happening in the nineties Plus my uncle used to fuck with your auntie Tell me 80 percent ho run in your family Shame on you, shame on your mother, sister, cousin too You all produced the same tendencies While I continue to stack plentl cheese On my expedition to witness my own odyssey Out of three, of your favorite bet I give them more flavor like seasoning salt Call me the Darth Vader invading a raw plot like a space crew, stayed at home All the gangbangers with the police radars like the Marcus rustle but I hustle Never change up see my muscle, training like Im constipated bringing in any drama If you insist, Im six for six Get your ass rolled and twisted, like a blunt rap so fall back Like winter ended Its like that Like that Like that C.O.M.P.T.O.N, thats the city that I live in I got more drank bitch, bring more friends Bitch bring more friends I said C.O.M.P.T.O.N, thats the city that Im repping I got more dick bitch, bring more friends Bitch bring more friends Ahh, callers, callers call up and um, tell me what you think about that new K Dot record Um who we got on line one Man shut your broke ass up, um next caller man who we got on line two (Um this is Aquaniquashay, yeah Aquaniquashay, this song is tight but tell K Dot Come get his drawers out the middle of my floor) Oh shut yo ass up girl that nigga dont even wear drawers Nah for real Im just fuckin with yall next caller Ay Jay Rock nigga is that you? Aw man I gotta, but anyway man, you Top Dawg niggas crazier than a motherfucker Ay, who we got on line four? Now with my hopes in the back I could ride like this, or like that Putting all the bullshit aside K Dot be too funkified Tell him hes too cool, bitches Holla what it do, bitches Whats cracking bounce, skate, rock, roll, hello, world, here we go

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta When I kick it, I kick it as if the beat was my enemy You have thought it was ten of me, on point like a widow peak I deliberately give em dillies that do what it do Painting a picture like doodling, dude you aint shit but doo-doo In the city where the semis get pointed at him, them and you You can hide, you get, if you want to, I do karate moves But the crouching tiger just might get broken down by a writer Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver Theres a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there Neighborhood terrorist got the terror when this people scared Thats why my intelligence tell me to keep a banger Tell me fuck you Ill tell you fuck you back with my index finger I can flip on some killershit but Id rather keep cool Keep it so remind it try not to be a pussy like you Nigga that Cali cold attack, Cali on my back till my torso break This is where its at, thats gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta I tote a SmithN Im so malicious I blow your wig in Make em close the stitches, Hells Kitchen, Im throwing dishes This is spoken wisdom as I journey a poets mission Im up lifting, my flow is gifted Should come with a bow of ribbons Road to riches, load the biscuits lets go the distance Im blow and listen my car how why you with a broke ignition They so suspicious, low and vicious with no convictions Juries making their own decisions they want us to go to prison Cold adrenaline I got this soul like a poets living So is spitting its like Im co-existent to prohibition Im a dressin critics who say these widows the best as spit it Disrespect the spirit, or the artist who rap with lyrics Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics And they yeah simplistic, they stay out as repetition Show some recognition Heard your album my best of missed it Best that ever did it Papoose is the definition Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta