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Gather round Im glad everybody came out tonight As we stand on our neighborhood corner Know that this fire thats burning represents the passion you have Listen Keisha, Tammy, come up front I recognize all of you Every creed and color With that being said Fuck your ethnicity You understand that? We gon talk about a lot of shit that concerns you, all of you Now everybody, throw your hands up high If you dont give a fuck, throw your hands up high Throw your hands up high Now, I dont give a fuck if you Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit That dont mean shit to me Fuck your ethnicity, nigga Fire burning inside my eyes, this the music that saved my life Yall be calling it hip-hop, I be calling it hypnotize Yeah, hypnotize, trapped my body, but freed my mind What the fuck are you fighting for? Aint nobody gon win that war My details be retail, man, I got so much in store Racism is still alive, yellow tape and colored lines Fuck that, nigga, look at that line, its so diverse They gettin off work and they wanna see Kendrick Everybody cant drive Benzes, and I been there, so I make it my business To give em my full attention, ten-hut, man, I gotta get my wind up Man, I gotta get down with God cause I got my sins up, ooh Matter fact, dont mistake me for no fuckin rapper They sit backstage and hide behind them fuckin cameras I mosh pit, had a microphone and I tossed it Had a brain, then I lost it Im out of my mind, so dont you mind how much the cost is Penny for my thoughts, everybody, please hold up your wallets Yeah, man, Im the mailman, cant you tell, man? Gone postal, never freeze up when I approach you Thats starstruck and roast you, oh my HiiiPower Reporting live from Planet Terminator X I saw Martin Luther King with an AK-47 Now, I dont give a fuck if you Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit That dont mean shit to me Fuck your ethnicity, nigga Im tired of yall, cause everybody lied to yall And you believe it? Recognize them false achievements Its treason and Im Tylenol, I knock out when you knock it off Knock on the doors of opportunity, Im too involved Im no activist, Im no Einstein Before calculus, I was kicking that math Dropping that science like an alchemist and I be kicking that ass Lyrically, Im UFC If a UFO had came for me, Ima come back with the head of an alien Dont alienate my dreams Get it right, get a life, I got two Thats a metaphor for the big shit I do Boy, TMI, TSA, man, Im fly Put wings on my back That a plane or an angel? Both Like a pilot with a halo, woah Gross I mean, Ive seen so many things come through them, him, her, you, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Im just a messenger Yeah, I know lifes a bitch, get the best of her Put them threes up, they notice that we up HiiiPower and the power in the people and if they dont believe us Theyll die Wizard Now, I dont give a fuck if you Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit That dont mean shit to me Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is King Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics wouldve told you Kendrick had killed it Pretend its a massacre and the masses upon us And I mastered being the master at dodging your honor And the chapter that read at 25 I would live dormant like five in the morning They raid your spot while Kendricks performing And if they take everything, know I got Compton, Compton Aint no city quite like mine Ay, Dre whats happening wit it, my nigga? Still Im at it, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magic Still Im laughing at the critics talking, I can see em gagging When Im back in the back of my city, back in the bach With a batch of them banging Dre Beats with me, look where Im at Its the murder cap and Im captain at birthing this gangsta rap Its a wrap when Im done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month To a hundred mil in a day, bitch Im from Compton, Compton Aint no city quite like mine So come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policeman Wont you spend a weekend on Rosecrans, nigga? Khaki creasing, crime increasing on Rosecrans, nigga Kendrick Conan, nigga Where you sword at, hand on the cross and swore that I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that Im trying to stay grounded like four flats But I know flats and Piru Crip tats Will swarm on me like a beehive Hop in the G ride From the West to the Eastside Know thats just how Compton roll And thats a given I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course thats my decision I crash the Porsche then you report that you see me in Benzes I must report that we import the narcotics you bought it Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business I blow up every time we throw up a record Depending on what you expecting, Im sure its bigger than your religion Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in Compton, Compton Aint no city quite like mine So tell that gangster throw his set high Roll it up in a blunt, Ima take you on the next high I did exactly what I wanted thats what made them checks fly In my direction, you never questioned when I said I Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-Eye Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon test drive A Lambo in heaven but for now Im on the redeye Flying back to my city cuz Ill forever standby Compton, Compton Aint no city quite like mine Now we can all celebrate We can all harvest the rap artists of N.W.A America target our rap market, as controversy and hate Harsh realities we in made our music translate To the coke dealers, the hood rich And the broke niggas that play With them gorillas that know killers That know where you stay Roll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rosé This was brought to you by Dre Now every motherfucker in here say: Look whos responsible For taking Compton international I make em holla Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie Just Blaze Aint no city quite like mine, yeah In the city of Compton Aint no city quite like mine Mom, I finna use the van real quick! Be back, 15 minutes!

Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I cant stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I cant stand myself Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City Big money, big booty bitches Tell the truth, nigga, Im lost without it Seven figures for a headline You want some stage time? We can talk about it Niggas actin like they be rappin Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, yall dont wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They aint satisfied then I sit em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some ass, I wan hit it now I dont lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs Thats a new raise and a signing bonus 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 nine 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 2030 I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon be death of me Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I cant stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I cant stand myself I just might ban myself I just might, God Im focused, feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth Im focused, feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth Mental window blurry as a bitch Still lookin out it So much money off the fuckin books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute Let me think about it Bout ten years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn She fucked the whole squad Now every time I land in Brooklyn They fuck with the whole squad Im more spiritual than lyrical Im similar to Eli Why? Cause Im wearin black shades And Im headed west with the word of God Yeah, I think Im finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie dont play me for no fool Poppin bottles like enemigos Os dios mio, Im so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon Feed the needy, dont know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the gnac, hit her from the back Goin cross her head, bar stool Touch her soul, til I curl her toes Then its time to reload, then its part two Damn near thirty, still set trippin, cuz Where you from? Ima see about it Last year I made ten million Thats where Ive been, yeah, a private island Smoking something, on autopilot Got too many cars, I might crash a whip New Rari pedal barely tapping Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, Im rich, bitch Got two rollies, but one missing Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs And my front lawn, yeah, thats water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like philosophies, man, you weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck And your bitch gon leave, and thats real, homie I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon be death of me Big dreams, no superstition That shit gon be the death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I cant stand myself I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke I cant stand myself I just might damn myself I just might, God God

So Im saying, What up? What up? Nigga, you made it So Im saying, What up? What up? Nigga, you made it So Im saying, What up? What up? Nigga, you made it So Im saying, What up? What up? Nigga, I hate it So Im saying, What up? What up? Nigga, I hate it Frustrated and Im riding down them back streets Making my conscience ask me Will I survive to make it up out this hole in time? Black boy fly, black boy fly Black, black boy fly, black boy fly I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo He was the one to follow He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows He would live in the gym, we was living in sorrow Total envy of him, he made his dream become a reality Actually making it possible to swim His way up outta Compton with further more to accomplish Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars Its 2004 and Im watching him score thirty Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder That we was just moving backwards The bungalow where you find us The art of us ditching classes, heading nowhere fast Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom Qualities he was given was the shit we didnt have Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals He had his back like a spinal, meanwhile We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl Eleven graders gone wrong He focused on the NBA, we focused on some Patron Now watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy I used to be jealous of Jayceon I used to be jealous of Jayceon Taylor when I was young Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs A Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm Wars the case and just in case you wasnt alarmed The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn Its 2004 and Im hearing the people roar For the name of The Game, they line in front of the store Swap meets, selling our mixtapes, Im like, Oh shit, wait Dont wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes Mixed feelings was my opinion, I was defending my insecurities Chillin my conscience next to a villain Compton made you believe success wasnt real Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal So as I peel through these lottery tickets I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped A tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank top He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block So watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy My mama didnt raise me up to be jealous-hearted Like most of the winners call it Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching Thats what she said, but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan Award touring the country with money from mic recording The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like Top 40 And shortly, I got discouraged Like every time I walked to the corner, had them guns bursting Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase That only one in a million will ever see better days Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis Break your boogie boards to pieces, you just a typical homie All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me They allll buy me a chopper if any one of you try me What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle? When two niggas making it out had never sounded logical? Three niggas making it out? Thats mission impossible So I never believed the type of performance that I could do I wasnt jealous cause of the talents they got I was terrified theyd be the last black boys to fly out of Compton Thank God

Ali, you thirsty on Twitter! You boo-boo, you Td You turned down, you thirsty You boo-boo! Uh, Im tryna learn something new Im tryna find myself, Im searching deep for Kendrick Lamar I read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God They say he the key to my blessings, and if I speak the good Into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock Money flow like water, Ill just wait at the dock And by the way Ima start, finding more light to shed Like a small garage in your backyard Im back chilling with a friend of mine, she mighty fine But I notice that her heart resides next to bitterness Always hollering who she dont like and who she kick it with Who she wanna fight, who wearing a weave Who Dooney and Bourke bag is fake, who holding the keys To the car she drove last year or who fucking on who And who need a pap smear, getting on my nerves But before your negative energy curve, bitch Ima cut you off Cause every time you come around You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say, oh my God Shut the fuck up... hoe Every time you come around You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say... Uh, Im tryna learn something new Im tryna surround myself with people that inspire me Or at least inquire similar desires To do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P Im talking ideas, motivation Its more than making, enemies, my nigga Oh, thats not ya memo? Then tell me why you constant stressing On how you well connected like centipedes, my nigga I function with you and you flaunt your pistol Every second tell me how you pressed em at the Monte Cristo Where so and so from, and what neighborhoods beefing Who baby mommas a rat, and who got killed last weekend That shit is mad depressing, bringing me down Speak on somethin with some substance that can get us both paid Rather than telling me how these niggas jocking your style Or his rims aint bigger, pussy nigga, Ima cut you off Cause every time you come around You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say, oh my God Shut the fuck up... scary ass Every time you come around You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say Uh, Im tryna learn something new Im tryna better my chances of becoming a star Im tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa Studying art... now paint that picture Life behind bars, remember the very day I got caught? I murdered a rapper, and you filed the police report? See what I was taught, family is all I need But indeed them too can run me right up a tree Constantly talking shit bout the next relative Wanting me to take sides, but Id never give in Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways Argue on holidays, left my uncle in prison For 15 years, no one paid him attention but moms Yeah, my momma as loyal as any sister would come Come to my house just to yap about your own people Dang, and if your blood wasnt running through my veins I would prolly cut yall off too, yep Cause everytime yall come around Yall be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say, oh my God, shut the fuck up Keep it running, Ali Every time you come around You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah He say, she say So tell em, Shut the fuck up! Tell em, Shut the fuck up! Yeah, bitch, you boo-boo, you Td You turnt down, you thirsty Tell em Shut the fuck up! Tell em Shut the fuck up! Yeah, nigga, you boo-boo, you Td You turnt down, you thirsty You thirsty, you boo-boo You T, you turnt down You boo-boo, you Td You boo-boo, you turnt down You thirsty, you Td You boo-boo, you turnt down You boo-boo, you Td You turnt down, you weak You weak, yo’ bitch weak Yo- You boo-boo, you T Keep all that What is HiiiPoWeR? HiiiPoWeR is the way we think, the way we live See it’s known today that the human race is nothing No morals, no standards What we’re about to do is raise the level of expectations No, you don’t have to have a lot of money You don’t have to be rich But you will be rich in mind and spirit Some say it’s as big as a crew, some say it’s as big as a gang HiiiPoWeR, we stand for it as if it’s as big as a religion

If Michael Jackson came alive right now Hed ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think youre Dee Brown, jump if you want I put it on my momma and her very last nerve Ricky Madoff everything I deserve The square root of a kilo is me nigga The square root of a kilo is me nigga Do the math, Im a motherfucking G nigga Its all on me now, as you can see now Im gon get this money and I will not be denied Been shittin on you fucks a long time, time to pee now When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now Im at the round table, where your seat at? Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass? We aint never left, acting like we back You should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap This the circle thatll murk you, blackout, short circuit Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit This here reserved for soldiers most definitely So watch what you say and where you step more carefully If I fall in the field and aint no more air for me Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me Tell my enemies fuck em, they know already but fuck em Tell em again with a middle finger and a chuckle You dont know nann nigga, nope, uh uh This famous thatll still throw copper Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle Fire the ganja back up Throw some blow in my tobacco Then crank the Lac up One match left, this the last turn Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn Imma earn til the last court adjourn Til the last gavel drop we gon have it locked We gon have it locked We gon have it locked Im part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company Its funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they aint want nothing from me My futures so bright but my past so ugly And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair All this space created, all that hard work it got me here So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldnt be here Power to the people so the people shouldnt live in fear And Ill be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air Secluded in my thoughts in fear No one to talk to, no one there Not even a voice, not even an ear No one alive, no one to care Now I got a power circle, now Im on a power trip And they calling me counterfeit cause I aint gave a coward shit Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you wont pull me out of it Its funny how it comes full circle Now they wanna be a part of the power circle They wanna be a part of the power circle May the wind be at your back May the bad be in your past May the kids take all your good And your wife have class And you realize your goals And whats life without grind Those niggas, yo niggas? Hope those niggas real as mine May the wind be at your back May the bad be in your past May the kids take all your good And your wife have class And you realize your goals And whats life without grind Those niggas, yo niggas? Hope those niggas real as mine Theres a difference between underrated and hasnt made it Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred Theres no applause for ya and success is hard for ya Theres enemies, envy, with green my niggas -- lawnmower And Im on tour, Jordan 4s, Tom Ford And I aint thugging, they clapping at me, a encore Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety Shit is crazy when entertainment aint entertaining And my inner sanctum need real estate Im out my cabeza Jealousys for the weak, you aint happy I made it I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians My circle small but regardless, my circumference official My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage They gon blitz us but aint no way that they gon hit us Im so elusive, so my niggas be goin through it Guess its a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls At least it do with churches, seek the truth and true it hurts If they real, then they real -- my niggas deserve it And we dont deal with weak squares in this power circle We dont deal with weak squares in this power circle Im like welcome to the power circle I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle Clique full of real niggas thatll probably murk you Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, til you hear that chopper speaking Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, Id believe it If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up Cause if you grindin you gon be rich before you can look up My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up Cause you can sell em hard for the low and give em the hookup And still make the profit The streets say Im the hottest and a nigga still modest Im just being honest Back to the wall, never let em get behind us Mac in my draws fitting right in my designers Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered And there was commas after commas, I eat em like Benihanas Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia Just talkin money, talkin money what you talkin bout? Probably talkin bout us, we the only thing to talk about Cause we the only thing to talk about Cause we the only thing to talk about Look inside the eyes of the last Mohicans survived You wont last a weekend outside Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried See a demon dont compromise And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone Im a diamond inside the rough thats too mighty for maricons I might as well put all my killers in YSL Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell Hells fire, I never lie, you will never grind I know the priors they running by us when we do crime I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms When they heard that Ohio State gave me 30 racks in July Oh Lord, this cant be life, no it cant be life When they day breaks and you earned them stripes And you learned that strike From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life Its good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write Now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually Im On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns So about face if it aint business, I get offended, I mind Now one fake, Im a realist in strive, Im a billion in five Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine And I recognize my nemesis gon try to put a finish in my shine But pussy, well hurt you Life in the power circle Regardless of how it goes down Life goes on, am I right? Tried to warn you niggas I tried to warn you niggas Its too late now Double M-G Too much cake Too much power Too much respect Bow down, nigga Ugh!

Back when I first grabbed that pen I told myself I was gon win And I aint know when But it was gon end up happenin, I want in So you can take your top 5 list Dead or alive, and put me after Em Im a fuckin genius Grippin my fuckin penis, livin this life You cant tell me nothin Still aint really got no money, fuckin right Im all about that real, about that real This aint no motion picture I tell you how that feel, how that feel Even when the odds against you They wanna see me wearin Polo drawers Put two chains on, and that aint wrong But that aint me, I go too damn hard I dont need clothes or jewelry to stand out Black lip nigga with his hair wild, too damn proud Been killin this since Cam made Oh Boy Oh boy, Im the man now TDE, put the money in my hand, aint shit free This business is quick sand and I wont sink Put the pistol in my hand and I wont think Blat, blat, blat! Rest in peace You just made room for the next to be I never been afraid to say what I wanna say When I wanna say it, okay then Furthermore, we do this for yall Rap is stressin, but it pays great That is, until you lose appeal And your release date get date raped Stay safe, hold your head I got two fish and a loaf of bread Feed the people food for thought ‘Cause we all equal, whod have thought? They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light I used to wanna rap like Jay Z Now I feel I could run laps round Jay Z Nas aint seen nothin this nasty BIG and Pac got it comin when I pass, too You got the mic? I aint the one you wanna pass to My niggas say my new shit past due I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed HiiiPower on another plateau I know you know we need a few plaques too The brand new niggas with a attitude Poppin in Compton or Timbuktu I might even sell my new shit for ten bucks too Too ill when I jot these words, true eel when I shock the world I know lifes a bitch When you know lifes a bitch, then thats not your girl Cold shit, Im hot though, like coal get, Ab-Soul This is a shift in paradigm I remember when I couldnt spare a dime Now I step in with a pair of dimes, on Ps, yall know me Flow like water, admiralty, the best author ever to breathe And as we proceed to follow these dreams, I aint losin no sleep No-no on them NoDoz, just know no if its no dough So high, but Im Soulo, two cups and I sip slow Takin my time, we dont just shine, we illuminate the whole show Now lets go! They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light Time and time, I drop line for line but only time will tell If I ever go Columbine and cop thirty 9s and cock back and kill See, the truth is they wanna know How close me, Dre, and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this To beat 2Pac, but truth, I give two shits Bout expectations or critics hatin Shit, I just put Moms on vacation Bitch, you never know my new location, its across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the mothafuckin king dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness, the Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tint like Kinte Kunta Black is back, bitch, Im kin to Kunta Black-on-black crime resent the shooter Blat, blat, blat! I intend to mute ya Racks on racks, I dont rap on tracks Without my A-game, so please dont ask me about no pressure Bitch, with the grip of my fingertip I can hold this coast together They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light You can have all my shine, Ill give you the light

Somebody said you bumped your head and bled the floor Jumped into a pit of flames and burned to coal Drowned inside the lake outside, away you flow And that means the world to me And that means the world to me And that means the world to me And that means the world to me Somebody said you bumped your head and bled the floor Jumped into a pit of flames and burned to coal Drowned inside the lake outside, away you flow And this I know I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my drum Name in the grab bags, put my Bible in the trunk Taaka vodka on the top of my binocular, Im drunk How come I can make them popular, pop em when I want See Im livin with anxiety, duckin the sobriety Fuckin up the system, I aint fuckin with society Justice aint free, therefore justice aint me So I justify his name on obituary Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart? Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God Now Im thinkin to myself, hollow tips is all I got Now Im drinkin by myself, at the intersection, parked Watch you when you walk inside your house You threw your briefcase all on the couch I plan on creeping through your fuckin door and blowin out Every piece of your brain until your son jump in your arms Cut on the engine, then sped off in the rain, Im gone Somebody said you bumped your head and bled the floor Jumped into a pit of flames and burned to coal Drowned inside the lake outside, away you flow And that means the world to me And that means the world to me And that means the world to me And that means the world to me He drove alone, with a bottle of his own grippin the handle Lit off Henny, Im tryna dismantle These wicked ways, Ive engaged in such a gamble Cause I could speak the truth and I know the world would unravel, wait Thats a bit ambitious maybe Im trippin Maybe Im crazy, maybe I exist in a different dimension Not to mention when I close my eyes I see the distance Its such a scary sight so I rarely go to sleep at night I watch the sun rise then I watch the sun fall Studied the son of God and still dont recognize my flaws I guess Im lost, the cost of being successful is equal to being neglectful I pray my experience helps you As for me Im tryna sort it out Searching for loopholes in my bruised soul But who knows? I just need a little space to breathe I know perception is key, so I am king The other side has never mortified my mortal mind The borderline between insanity is Father Time I fall behind my skeleton, they tell me that Im blind I know that Im intelligent, my confidence just died Carpe diem, seize the day, I cant compromise A tapeworm couldnt cure this gluttonous appetite A couple trinkets, they seein me as I pacify But couldnt fathom the meaning of seein sacrifice Im passin lives on the daily, maybe Im losing faith Genocism and capitalism just made me hate Correctionals and these private prisons gave me a date Professional dream killers reason why Im awake Im sleepwalkin, Im street stalkin, Im outta place Reinforcing this heat barking, these are the brakes Before I blink, do I see me before them pearly gates? Or this is just a mirage or a facade Wait

We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us Hurt people that love us, love people Im inspired, so get inspired And so he said Why you gotta be so kind-hearted? Why you couldnt be a con artist? Why you couldnt? Why you couldnt be mischievous or just a lil devious The moment that we first started? Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time? Why you let me use yours cus I dont got mine? Why you always lift me up, when Im completely giving up Or when niggas holla, Whats up? you give a dry response? Why you giving me your last knowing you aint got it? Why you always buy me something when you going shopping? Why you tell me that you love me, Why you always thinking of me Want my company rather than going club hopping? Why you treating my momma like she your momma too? Why you making promises that youll forever do? Whatever just to make me happy, wanting us to have a family These are exactly the reasons why I cheat on you We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us Sometimes I, sometimes I feel we share Nothing in common, it aint fair But where do we seem to fall Where do we seem to fall Tender love and care, once upon a time Once upon a time, we was there And so she said Why you gotta be so mean to me? Why you dont know what you mean to me? Why you always playing games? Why I feel like you ashamed Out in public curse me out and make a scenery? Why you got other bitches rolling their eyes at me? Why text messages popping up saying, Hi, Daddy? Why you treat me like Im nothing? Why you always at a function? I be wanting to go out but you don’t ever ask me Why you slip and say her name when we having sex? Why you always assuming that I still like my ex? Every time we get into it, Im the one thats feeling stupid You dont need me, you gon leave me, thats ya favorite threat Why you never know how it feel to be lonely? Why I feel Im the last option after ya homies? Why you always gotta know that I will never let you go Even tho you get violent and put your hands on me? We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us Sometimes I, sometimes I feel we share Nothing in common, it aint fair But where do we seem to fall Where do we seem to fall Tender love and care, once upon a time Once upon a time, we was there She says she loves me She says she loves me So she clings to me, even when I want to be left alone But shes beautiful Like, sometimes, when I have things on my mind, shes the perfect person to listen And she only gives advice, she says, when I give her a cue She says she loves me Like when I wake up in the morning, shes sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food, wanting to feed me She says she needs me She says she loves me Or like when Im stepping out of the shower, shes standing there with the towel, wanting to, wanting to dry me off She says, she says she loves me So instead of admitting that she has made another mistake She says she loves me... and I dont know about love

I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. Thats what I believe in not believing in. So what keeps you alive? Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. Id say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing. Thank you Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever It stillll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts And Lord knows that I know better, but I aint perfect I aint seen too many churches or know them testament verses You should either hear me now or go deaf Or end up dead, die trying and know death Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga I mean that from the bottom of my heart You see my art is all I have And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car Let bygones be bygones, but where Im from We buy guns and more guns to give to the young Im living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga Inside the system all you envision is trap niggas My uncle doing life inside prison; he wasnt wrapped too tight He told me Rap about life, not rap niggas Thats why Im shaking my head when you rap-dissin My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching I start evaluating, then my final intuition Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph Wrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance Put burners in the hands of the black man One hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am You probably even listened to Faith, and think I know Zion But really Im just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth Because it seem like its always clashing with science I got a big fear of flying My future so bright Id probably go blind before I blink twice I aint lying I swear to God, half of yall just dont know Kendrick The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness You just mind your business You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis Its kind of scary, aint it? You cant act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless Cause your pops wasnt anxious to see you and you hate it So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation So if you see him on em bleachers then you kill him Facing 25 to life with a murder charge Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God I pray these bars get farther than Compton And if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise I promise to keep it honest Secret society, all we ask is trust And all we lack is communication like service sucks The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come And Im like, The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right? Gotta keep it pushing Cant let the government tell me how my future looking Im on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know Im bookin Never will I surrender I been a warrior when I came out my moms placenta In the gutter lane like Im Master Splinter How splendid, I guess my project had did it Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different They said seven tracks, I said 15 Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin But little did they know, I’m tryna change the rules That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions Uppity bitches handling business Killing our dreams, stealing our vision Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home In LA everybody think they fucking on Hop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone I swear to God most of yall cats just don’t know Kendrick You barely know yourself, so I guess most of yall should be offended Ain’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna purchase my momma dem Benzes Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living Look, the mastermind took the masters mind Just the perfect time, just to master mine Just to match the grind with precision Look, the mastermind took - We would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated

Uh, close your eyes So watch her do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of You a waster of the space that you take up Livin, this time around Im not kiddin I had an intuition bout these women and suspicion Got me lookin at shit different, how a man in my position Cant start slippin down these slopes cause its all just downhill from there As a kid I didnt learn that, but now Im aware When you a youngin you just tryna live your life and have some fun in A world where you have yet to see how evil its become Its hard to have a dream when you deep inside of one And I know you hate them spirits so I keep em in my lungs Im a Beatle to these young kids But sometimes I be feelin like a needle to these young kids You had the world, you bout to leave it to these young kids And we gon show you what the love is... Stay high Go for what you know Let it in your mental And dont ever let it go It wont stop! You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no It wont stop! You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no Uh And I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me So there aint too many times its me, myself and Irene We stay smokin through the night, wake up, do some tai-chi Homie, cant you see Im chillin? Please dont fuck up my chi Yeah, my jacket Y-3, recently been up on fashion Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of satisfaction Fell asleep at Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan Ballin like Im Jordan, but Im fresh as Mars Blackmon A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams A price on a idea, we never can agree They tell you what to know, but its better to believe So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be? Still I tell em, Fuck what you know, Im feelin comfortable Just continue livin life, cause enough of em dont You spent your days countin every single penny made Restart now, cause we comin for you anyways Stay high Go for what you know Let it in your mental And dont ever let it go It aint never gon stop, cause You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no Uh, I told you it wont stop, cause You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, make her Wrap this much make-up off my bed, soon as shes yawnin, take up Hours upon days just to find power shit to say But you wont hear it even if your ears was pierced with Beats by Dre, I mean The sun is slowly fallin, we all surely should die eventually So whats your calling? Oh, you left your phone behind? Identity crisis, break mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness Jesus Christ is right near us and Devil said you owe ten percent Sold your soul, I know, sold your soul and youre hopeless My focus, stare at elopin on boats that float in the open of oceans That coast the line on the margins I rhyme, you chokin or soakin up game Im hopin you picked the second one, shame The emotion of jealousy that youre holdin, youre tellin me That youre golden but really cubic zirconia, let me see Ill break you down like a pound of fire, whenever Your tactics are mighty clever but even if youre Mayweather you You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no It wont stop! You cant fight the feeling Feeling You cant fight the feeling, no Fuck me I want you to fuck me I want you to fuck me Oh, fuck Oh, fuck Oh, fuck Dont stop Stop

Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good I used to want to see the penitentiary way after elementary Thought it was cool to look the judge in the face when he sentenced me Since my uncles was institutionalized My intuition had said I was suited for family ties My mama is stressin, my daddy tired I need me a weapon, these niggas ride Every minute, hour, and second, ministers tried to save me How Im gon listen when I dont even hear God? Heaven or hell, base it all on my instincts My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga The same nigga that kill with youll squeal with you I deal with you like my son, stare at the sun And youll be looking in my eyes, homie Stand for something or fall for anything And you working with two left feet at the skating rink But anyway, this for my niggas Uncles, twenty-three hours, sendin me pictures I want you to know that Im so determined to blow That you hear the music I wrote, hope it get you off death row You came home to a pocket full of stones A Metro PC phone, then you went back in So when I touch the pen, the pen is in my view Ima get it right, just so you Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good And I do this for the city Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me Fuck the police, they gon have to come and get me If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga The same nigga that kill with youll squeal with you I like to start it out from the bottom and build with you Be on my last dollar and split the bill with you Im twenty-three with morals and plans of living cordial Not rich, but wealthy, theres nothing you can tell me My killings are not remorseful The city got my back, and for that, I give them my torso You think about it and dont call me lyrical Cause really Im just a nigga thats evil and spiritual I know some rappers using big words to make they similes curve My simplest shit be more pivotal I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals Worrisome individuals that live life critical So wont you bear witness while I bare feet? So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me But anyway, this for my pops On his lunch break eating in that parking lot On Wanna Be Heard, probably thought he worked my nerves But really he was stressing me gettin what I deserve Somebody said my name on the radio He aint know I was ready for the world that minute So the next time he roll up and drop grams in it He probably be out of work, laid back, while he Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good Smoke good, eat good, live good And I do this for the city Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me Fuck the police, they gon have to come and get me If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me Church is definitely on the move and now we done took it up to the cathedral Cause the ism is enormous, you know what Im talking bout? We out here rotating under the five Ps Proper preparation prevents poor performance, You know what Im talking bout? Doing my thing cause Im rotating with my speakers thumping From the Windy City streets all the way out here to the streets of Compton Know what Im talking bout? Church is definitely on the move and we gon continue to hustle and grow and develop by far As I rotate with my true player partner by the name of Kendrick Lamar, you know what Im talking bout? This is the ism, this is the vision, you know what Im talking bout? Gotta get up off your ass and get it, man Thats the only way your pockets gon expand I tell you everyday, you know what Im talking bout? Apply yourself to supply your wealth Only limitations youll ever have are those that you place upon yourself Church is definitely on the move, you know what Im talking bout? Exercise your ism, and dont depend on no one else Cathedral, church, ism

We got London on the track Got my bae with me, you know what Im sayin? If she don’t get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes Tell you that I know she livin for a nigga, dyin for a nigga I whip that pussy with no ballers jumpin out, lil nigga That pussy look just like a cut, a soakin cut, lil nigga Yeah, Im a freak, you know Im pullin up to lush, lil nigga Id never snooze to lose, I would never snooze to lose on you Yeah, Ima give you a couple bands, want some more boobs on you Hey, Ima sit back and pay attention like school on you Yeah, Ima shoot inside that pussy like a wholly on you Goddamn, Im sorry, B, I know youd accepted my apology I know that ass fat, apple bottom please I need a deep throat baby, swallow me I love it when youre around baby, follow me I only eat green, yeah, koala leaf We shoot with big guns like a Call of D She never say no, she aint stallin me I kept my heart locked up in a safe, hey You cant shoot with a pistol, need a K No, you cant see it, it is tragic by your face But when it need air, let it out in a safe lil place I can see it on her face If she don’t get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes Tell you that, I know she worth No these aint no drugs, I know she worth Yah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect But if this is how Im feelin, its gonna work Yeah, roll me some kush I dont want no purp Damn, I broke her heart, now my heart hurt I dont know why but I done cut down on that syrup At least I got that lil bitch ballin, she dont gotta work Oh-no-no, she aint had no job, but she having purses Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know Im the truth, places Im in first No-no-no, I dont want you bitches, yall basic and thirsty Yeah-yeah, she taught me well, it took some time, but it was worth it She get on top and she ride it, Kentucky derby You should see, I count that money like a nerd bitch Ima ball some with my dawgs but they aint Courage Her whole body same color, I call it perfect Since she dont get what she want she whine I reminisce when I get high Looked up baby and say goodbye I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes Tell you that, I know she worth No, these aint no drugs, I know she worth Yah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect But if this is how Im feelin, its gonna work Yeah, roll me some kush I dont want no purp

​​ This is a world premiere! This is a world premiere! I done been through a whole lot Trial, tribulation, but I know God Satan wanna put me in a bow tie Pray that the holy water dont go dry As I look around me So many motherfuckers wanna down me But an enemigo never drown me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me And I love myself I love myself I love myself I love my... self Everybody lookin at you crazy What you gonna do? Lift up your head and keep moving Or let the paranoia haunt you ? Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart On my sleeve, let the runway start You know the miserable do love company What do you want from me and my scars? Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence How many times my potential was anonymous? How many times the city making me promises? So I promise this I love myself I love myself I love myself I love my... self They wanna say its a war outside and a bomb in the street And a gun in the hood, and a mob of police And a rock on the corner, and a line for the fiend And a bottle full of lean, and a model on the scene, yup These days of frustration keep yall on tuck and rotation I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis Dreams of realitys peace Blow steam in the face of the beast The sky could fall down, the wind could cry now The strong in me, I still smile I love myself I love myself I love myself I love my... self Walk my bare feet Down, down valley deep Fi-fie-fo-fum My heart undone The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs But it can do what it want whenever it want, I dont mind He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide One day at a time, sun gonna shine I went to war last night With an automatic weapon, dont nobody call a medic Ima do it till I get it right I went to war last night Ive been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent Duckin every other blessin, I can never see the message I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave From a negative and letting them annihilate me And its evident Im moving at a meteor speed Finna run into a building, lay my body in the street Keep my money in the ceiling, let my mama know Im free Give my story to the children and a lesson they can read And the glory to the feeling of the holy unseen Seen enough, make a motherfucker scream, I love myself! I lost my head I mustve misread what the good book said Oh, woes keep me, its a jungle inside Give myself again til the well runs dry

Crucify, cru-crucify me Crucify, cru-cru I cant recall the last time I took, advice from anyone Shaped like a figure eight, who trusts pretty girls anyway? And I cant recall the last time I took advice from anyone Im sure Ill be the death of me And I cant recall the last time I took love from anyone I called daddy, whos got one anyway? Not me Are you hating yourself? Do you really hate me? Are you hating yourself? Was it worth it? Would you do it again? Arent you tired always making amends? Oh I know you hate me now I bet you hate me now Bring on the thorny crown Crucify me Cross my heart then I hope to die With a peace of mind Piece together my brain Soon as this beat rewind Nitrogen and propane I spike your drink at times I make it hard to swallow this game You throw up every line I notice people got Napoleon complexes Thats my confession You said that were equal but I know youre beyond guessing That Im beyond desperate 6AM on a Friday morning, my darkest hours Them heartless hours, my apartment is lost in a coffin Im dead to the world like I popped me a couple downers Down & Out on my luck Salt water all on my tux and I call, she dont pick up Then I fall when summer is ending I mean, theres no pretending Im stuck in my ways and youre offended, thats life Thats you, this me, that vice Youre wrong, Im right, thats right I belong somewhere on ice Im cold, and my new blood type? Even colder, cold shoulder Born Sinner, you know? Cole showed us! I have nothing to lose My dark side been well in-tuned A Gemini gon show them faces And this here just one of my moods, Babylon Was it worth it? Would you do it again? Arent you tired of always making amends? I know you hate me now I bet you hate me now Bring on the thorny crown Crucify me Crucify, cru-crucify me Crucify, cru-cru Crucify, cru-crucify me Crucify, cru-cru Im really over the cryin thing, wipin my tears Who cries anyway? Spread like disease all over me We did ungodly ghastly things, last night I mean Whos God anyway? Youre mine any day Its burning, take me I wanna feel your power, this final hour, tell me Are you losing yourself? Will you lose it for me? Are you losing yourself? Was it worth it? Would you do it again? Arent you tired of always making amends? I know you hate me now I bet you hate me now Bring on the thorny crown Crucify me Crucify, cru-crucify me Crucify, cru-cru Crucify, cru-crucify me Crucify, cru-cru

Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower Me and my niggas 3 eyes to my alumni Feel this I wanna hear it, turn me up Turn me up a little bit more nigga My nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga? There we go yeah, turn me up Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip-hop So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block My niggas dumpn out the roof, Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Uh, me K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit Walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere I got three whores with me, it smells like Dior and derrière Decoys die slow, you can detour to Heavens stairs Or walk inside Hells dungeon, I just might derail something They pussies, I smell something You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin up daisy I push the gas on the Mercedes, nigga Came in this game with a Rolie chain, and a dream Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream And now we dumpn out the roof, Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew And now we dumpn out the roof, Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew Nigga that thought Good Kid gon flop, or that I might go pop Or your bitch wont drop, knees when my shit drop Yall too infatuated with the fucking numbers Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer I come from Compton, we aint have it all Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall And Im putting fear in you all, see your skeletons shaking Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked Yall pray to God this week I be putting out bombs I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne If not J. Cole, your shit is trash But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh This is where we at? I guess its entertainment I guess this is speculation making a classic came with If I aint have the patience Id probably self destruct Real people want real music, the jig is up Your worst fear is confirmed We love that you crashed and burned The real is back K. Dot its your turn, take your victory lap King Cole salutin Comptons own King Kendrick Thats the sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something or die in the morning The city hail King Kendrick Lamar The world hail King Kendrick Lamar And now we dumpn out the roof, Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew And now we dumpn out the roof, Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew This is my life and I look at it like its my last And Im lookin right past the future as I reminisce on my past And I dont even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast And I dont even drink like I used too, and I dont even smoke So you know this natural flow is for users that want to go to rehab Lookin at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them Then but I wont say my bad, see I just lay in the cut Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what See now we dumpn out the roof

You niggas don’t even know All that talk then no show Cannot tell me nothin Show me somethin I aint seen before That hoe want my piccolo Smoking on that mistletoe Make her kiss all on it While we chop chop on them 24s She look like a centerfold Mouth all on my genitals Suckin on it like she gettin vitamins and minerals I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules Rolling up them vegetables Rapping with that special flow Only way youre next to blow if you be strapped with C4 I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe Now I sell out all my shows Used to sell out all my blow That was back when we was coppin dubs to try and roll up 4 Now a nigga livin good I done made it out the hood Think Im goin back? I wish a motherfucker would Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Still wicked as Aleister, Crowley niggas know me well For heavens sake, Im the GOAT, you haters can go to hell When youre getting money, nigga, every day is sunny Ima act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail Second grade, took my mama weddin ring, took that bitch To show-and-tell, now Im married to the game to no avail Grounded me for like a month, now Im gettin high as fuck Employer tryna write me up, but now Im a writer With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I dont even want, the Fantas for us, the Hennys for the sluts Givenchy bikers with the rev rips Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition Oh yeah, now a nigga livin good But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya Life to end in vain before the end is near See I can hear you crying Silence sittin in the dark Holdin crosses cross your heart Sin is such a work of art Watch out for the love lost Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand Things a nigga do for thousands Made a million counting sheep Gave it all to public housin Taking off to Abu Dhabi Beamin up the motor, Scotty Talking to promoters, Scotty Everybody know its Gotti Murder one, youve heard of them The rev undid, the all day madness Got it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress Big power, big stages My zoo cannot fit the cages This booth is not used to fakin My crew just love confrontation I chewed the face off the laces I moved the weight from the waitress I chef the pot that made poison I cooked then kicked all the patients My bitch is way beyond basic Thats life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance Ayy, look what were enduring Ayy, ridin in foreigns Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch But its the real watch and that bitch fire Speed Racer waitin outside The roof on it like a tank top Countin money, watchin paint dry When Im done is when the rain stops, uh They say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I aint boomin, thats a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Good, hood I wish you motherfuckin would Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown I had to put my foot down Its like Im popping a clutch Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust You gon keep talkin or are we lockin it up? And Im the type of nigga it aint never been an honor to judge You a mouse that the falcon picked up So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month I was a liar as a kid so now Im honest as fuck And I never pass my mama no blunt And kept my head straight Listen deadweight never been a problem to dunk Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we aint argue enough I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff I strike a birdie on em, while I hit your mouth with the club I wake up early on em, gettin out the house is a must Its like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin your dubs Either that or you gon catch me on a mountain with monks Loungin, ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts Youve been the same motherfucker since 2001 Well its the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump Im at your house like, Why you got your couch on my Chucks? Motherfucker

Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, Whats up? Educated, so I put her in the cut I need a girlfriend I need a girlfriend Two hoes and I think I did too much I got two phones and I dont know who to trust I need a girlfriend I need a girlfriend Bet that girl get lonely, introduce her to my humor Its a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin rumors I been tucked away, dodgin blood-suckin maneuvers Huh, okay, just say you not ready Okay, okay, comin in heavy Okay, they aint in shape, Im petty Okay, okay Okay, yall be on E, unleaded Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you not ready They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes You cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through it You aint stand up on your word, thеn yous a fool Theyre not, chea, theyre not, chea, theyre not bool I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie Turnin out tops and the tall bitches, that remind me of the old days Sneakin in hoes with the backstage pass What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh Im a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga, Im a ho at it, nigga You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga I cant waste no time on a co-edded, nigga Bro code, me and Dad count through seven figures Raised around bottles and dope fiends On a high seat since the day I turned sixteen 747, Im starin at plane wings Prayin the Lords seen, Grandma prayin for me Huh, okay, just say you not ready Okay, okay, comin in heavy Okay, they aint in shape, Im petty Okay, okay Okay, yall be on E, unleaded Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you not ready They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it You aint stand up on your word, then yous a fool Theyre not, chea, theyre not, chea, theyre not bool Everybody wanna be great, but the work dont relate him to life Be mistakin the truth, nigga I remember bankin with Chase, like four-hundred K Starin at it, I aint know what to do, nigga Now I look at money like a resource Every contract gotta put my kids family in school Health and wealth, goin deep for it, do right for my next life Let me get some too I remember roaches, mama lost focus I was at home, no lights, no food Heard that the joke is Hykeem broke And head to the ground when I walk in school Goin through the motions, mad impulsive Granny, I wont abide by the rules I shall reside with advisers to boom Fuck that, Booman, let me get some too Life aint always about your name in they mouth And the cars and the clothes and the jewels Every lil bitch thats born looking like soft porn Only meant for your ego to bruise Bet when the hoes get bored and the points aint score You gon live in this world confused Every day, the hate restored and the faith get short Fuck that, let me get some too Nigga, my livelihood was understood That the roof Im in not bool Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge Keem, wanna share that ho? Bro, move Nigga wanna fake sneak diss Cause I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback I front in the pics when the heart dont match Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy Hold on, lets get this shit, lets get this shit Lets get this shit, lets, hmm Top of the mornin, top of the mornin, top of the mornin Top of the mornin, top of the mornin Top of the mornin, top of the mornin Hold on, lets get this shit, lets get this shit Lets get this shit, lets, hmm Aint shit changed, still fuckin and rappin Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh Her friend got pornography habits Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang Range brothers out the roof, were not the Wayans Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, were not the same Im with my Rover brother and were runnin game Whippin rubber bands on the meatloaf Overseas, tidy up for me fore I get home Take one, take two, take three, heave it Stop hidin comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it Why your boyfriend keep on lookin for me, is he Jesus? Lets get this shit, lets get this shit Lets get this shit, lets, hmm Top of the mornin, top of the mornin, top of the mornin Top of the mornin, top of the mornin Top of the mornin, top of the mornin Hold on, lets get this shit, lets get this shit Lets get this shit, lets, hmm

Yeah, uh-huh They dont do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins Im round the bullshit like a matador I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Visualize everything I needed and dream Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular Im scared, this shit dont happen to everybody Im on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib Im in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’ Bulls eye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard Aloof livin’, I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, its a Taurus Dont make it slam on you like Amare M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, thats your baby, my bad, Im sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you arent, fly nigga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess whos starring

Lord forgive me Kill him where he stand and stand over him Shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan Double back to his block and blam I aint backing down for nothing Ima back em down like Shaq With this black 2-2-3 in my hand Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man Police radio signals saying that a 187 land on your corner Coroners comfort your momma Momma, hes dead, the next morning I toasted up with my homies We drink and smoke marijuana Want us to change our ways? Uh-huh You see this game we play come from Uncles that raised me in Compton Ask me what I have accomplished I dont know, I dont have conscience I just load up and start dumping on enemies Im headhuntin, no sympathy Aint no love when you in these streets Just get something, protect your neck Cause they coming for sets, respect Split your onion, then chop your deck Your head tumbling like gymnastics Cause ignorance is bliss Now everybody put your hands up high If you dont give a fuck, put your hands up high This the hardest shit youve heard from LA this far And Im this far from a discharge, but never will I diss yall We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, Ill dish off Until the day I pistol-whip you posers til yall pissed off Then peel off in a hoopty Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me Indubitably, Im too street—indubitably, Ima do me Better than your bitch would, cause you niggas too weak But just give me two weeks and Im good Ill make an album thatll put a smile on Malcolm Make Martin Luther tell God Im the future for Heavens talent No tarot card reading; Im foreseeing you niggas vanish Not only from the rap game—Im including the planet Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged Die young, corpse identified by your parents Apparently, youre a parrot, mocking me and my blueprint But I wont share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff Stop it, Im hearin the comments The critics are calling me conscious But truthfully, every shooter be callin me Compton So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common? Proves... that ignorance is bliss Now everybody put your hands up high If you dont give a fuck, put your hands up high And this still the hardest shit youve heard from LA this far And Im this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss yall This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball And they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin so hard Im So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters Cause you busters are Casper when I go off I show up to show out and show off You a hundred percent behind me And if you are, then wreck your car And walk up to my crime scene I remember bein seventeen, wishin someone would sign me Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me Backin down bargains, backin down bitches We gon flip her Once she off that blue dolphin, you gon tip her Cause ignorance is bliss And Willie B, Im a fool on your beats I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didnt speak

We on? Aight 1,2,3, go! Waking up in a dream Sleepwalking on another big stage You never heard peace til you hear people scream Your name in unison, Im so far away From the place I used to be, struggling usually Look at the newer me, fate pursuing me I can feel the energy in the air It feel like Im supposed to be here Everywhere I go Im getting so much love Fans, the stars, everyone Sayin how they cant wait for the LP And Im gonna blow They believe in me Feel so good in what you do Helps somebody else get through Thats why I do the best I can Because I know how blessed I am Im so high I can touch the sky I know its my time And its now or never I shine so bright I light the night And it feels so right, aint nothing better A fool if I take it all for granted A smart man if I keep my feet planted To the earth cause the people that hurt can understand it You speakin outlandish Imma show you how to make it all work Another planet, its a short term goal for me A record sold for me Its just more of me in your ear For you to hear Kendrick persevere Defenses I feel relentless Ambition with a clear vision Takin off I aint takin off these Pistons Im takin off on the inner me - youre distance Came across me, how much ita cost me To get you out my business I said a planet is a short term goal, no sky is the limit Im past that, now pass that Award, not one but four Times two plus yours I see myself performing there, Sold out shows where the room is packed Sitting at the Grammys winning five awards See myself on big billboards Traveling around the world with endorsement deals Cant imagine how it feels Thats why Im smiling everyday Because my dream aint far away Im so high I can touch the sky I know its my time And its now or never I shine so bright I light the night And it feels so right, aint nothing better You looking at me and you tell me Im blessed Calculated my steps, my heart, my breath Breathe in lungs of a victory and vividly You see me when at my best, my worst This verse dedicated to the days that I slept With a curse research my paid dues Im reimbursed I burst in the crowd with a voice and a crown Im a King on the prowl and I see mama smile? And I vow on the tape that Ill never break You can break bread with me now We can all take a bow on the edge of the pedestal Then scream out loud that we made it off the avenue And walked that mile In the darkness I often sit back And get lost in the rap that I wrote When you told me that it spoke to your soul I was talking to you I was walking it through every ghetto Tell success hello We here And Im so happy I cry Cause I cant believe All the things I ever wanted Are finally happening for me And its so surreal That I almost feel That any minute I can wake up From this fantasy When you pray so hard And youve come so far And you know that its the time for you to lift your bar And Im gonna do it Watch me! Im so high I can touch the sky I know its my time And its now or never I shine so bright I light the night And it feels so right, aint nothing better Im so high I can touch the sky I know its my time And its now or never I shine so bright I light the night And it feels so right, aint nothing better

Where you from nigga? What is going on in Compton? I dont understand it. Well as it relates to this, this is not in my field as the clerk so anything that relates to this, youll probably have to get an answer from Dr. Dre. I heard you talking about respect, I gave you niggas the utmost All you niggas the utmost Would you look over Picassos shoulder And tell him about his brush strokes? Them opinions, I dont trust those I apologize, the city made a nigga so cutthroat Every hood love me, but it started on one coast Couldve stopped in 86 but I knew that you would want more Im on the throne in a place some niggas wont go Been away from home But I aint been gone that long (All they wanna know is: where you from? Where you from? Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton!) Psst! This is about where Im from I think its time to take these niggas to the deep water Yeah, down in the Pacific , representin Where them sharks at nigga, down in the deep water Listen, listen, listen, all you niggas swimming in the info Go fuck around and drown in the specifics Always going overboard, used to be my kinfolk Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin fishes These niggas wont let up until they all wet up Naw, nigga! Now everybody wanna visit tryna re-up that prescription Thats my nigga, watercolors couldnt even paint the picture If they dont get the picture, fuck them Yeah, drugs by the dozen You might just wanna go and check the children Im the one that got they ear Ah, for many years, I been making parents live in fear I just wanna make it clear: My influence run deep like the ocean Been away from home But I aint been gone that long (All they wanna know is: where you from? Where you from? Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton!) Feels like youre drowning, dont you? About a hundred miles down in that ocean Its over, shoulda never jumped in If you cant swim Oh my God, wheres a lifeguard when you need one? Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle Mixin that with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem Wasnt thinking bout no rapping, I was juuging for a dollar Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla No policing me, I got the beast in me, I gotta holla Keep the decency and make them TNT my product Im a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer Inner city bullet flyin til that bitch on auto pilot Ah, shit! I dont give a fuck about your whereabouts All I care about is wearing out your area And airing out your upper body When I catch ya walking out your parents house Homie got fucked up Tryna park his tour bus, not knowing whats what Or whos who, living in the L.A. County zoo Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof! Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing Thats when I realized banging wasnt for everybody Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him They worry him to death, but hes no vegetarian The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than A great white, nigga, this is life in my aquarium Been away from home Been away from home all night long (All they wanna know is: where you from? Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton) This is about where Im from I think its time to take these niggas to the deep water Yeah, down in the Pacific Where them sharks at, nigga, down in the deep water Help me Im drowning Help me, help me, help me Somebody help me (Shoulda never jumped in If you, if you cant swim) Help me Help me, help me, help me I cant, I cant breathe I cant breathe, help God, please, please help me, please Please help me, please help... Please help, please, please...

La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Open your legs Say yeah Share Say yeah Share Say yeah Hearts on my timeline Bullet to your rose, then I watch your petal fold Dont you know your body been mine? I know you know I know Sexy, nasty Have no guideline One day, four times You dont mind that I dont care Your divinity has turned me into a sinner God is fair And your beauty can even make hell have a winter Yeah And a freak mind is divine, so we fuck from behind On these sides, between thighs I eat up Why do I do anything but trust myself? Tried to give her up but she fuck so well Man, that bitch so cold, man, that bitch so cold Ima take my time, Ima hit that slow Cause I aint in a rush young girl You the only thing for me in this fucked up world And do you believe in love? Hold on tight when demons come Itll be alright, no need to run Stay with me tonight, well see the sun And when we wake up early well still be young Never felt this free before, I need you more Than keys need doors, I need you sleepin next to me The blanket sheets, Ill take them all and keep you warm And I teach her that we were the creatures of love You be the leader, I could be Julius Caesar When Im pullin up in the Bimmer The beats in the trunk, all the freaks wanna fuck Hearts on my timeline Bullet to your rose, then I watch your petal fold Dont you know your body been mine? I know you know I know Sexy, nasty Have no guideline One day, four times You dont mind that I dont care God is fair I need to feel your touch You shy, you dont reveal too much No lies, dont hide yourself at all With you, I just cant help but fall Its true, and Ill try everything Girl you my sexy nasty, thing She been getting faded all the time, flap your wings I been getting stoned all week It make me go too deep Girl, you so lonely Will you come home with me? Just take your clothes off, babe Know that we been talkin on the phone all day I love it when you tell me that you dont behave Tell me when and where, I bet I wont be late All I really wanna do is procreate Im a Superman, youll be my Lois Lane Know you late for work, you stayin home today We gon keep on goin til our bones both break Its the grown folk way, yeah Hearts on my timeline Bullet to your rose, then I watch your petal fold Dont you know your body been mine? I know you know I know Sexy, nasty Have no guideline One day, four times You dont mind that I dont care God is fair Hello, I would like to tell you about my love affair with my husband and the wonderful ways that we were able to understand each other, and find out about each other. We got to know each other little by little, living very close in the same building, and he would help me with things, and I would see him and think what a cute guy, and he was a cute guy. And it was just little by little, we got to know just to say hello. One day I invited him to a party and I had heard so much about him, people respected him, and he was good to everybody, he knew, people he worked with all adored him. And it was something so important, the respect that you have for somebody, for me was the most important. Being attracted to him and being... finding people respected him and I respected him. I love the fact that he sensed how my feelings were, and I learned to understand and respect and see his feelings and understand his feelings ahead of time... So, it was so very easy to be together and look forward to being together and our love affair just blossomed the more we saw each other and the more we were together, we learned more and more about each other. After a short period of time we became engaged and had a very small intimate wedding with just family and very close friends, the friends we continued to have for the rest of our life and then came two adorable little boys. And...my husband just adored my daughter and adored the two boys, and I feel I just gave him a wonderful life. A good marriage and a wonderful family and I know he really had a beautiful life and I did too. And how important it is to love, respect and care for each other.

I love the way you put it on your eyes The roses on your face light up the sky Those lips are colorful all of the time And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind? No makeup today, no makeup today, today No makeup today, no makeup today And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind? I know she bout to ask me how she look I tell her beautiful and how long it took For you to put it on, it was early in the morn She resembled a model out of a MAC book Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens I stand behind her and try to figure her vision Of prettiness, the wittiness of colors on her skin tone Her complexion in a direction Ive outgrown Damn girl, why so much? You bout to blow your cover when you cover up Dont you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing? From Heaven is where you got it from I love your smile, you can do it without style From your lips all the way to your eyebrows Its the beauty in her, but when the makeup occur I dont see it, all I see is a blur I love the way you put it on your eyes The roses on your face light up the sky Those lips are colorful all of the time And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind? No makeup today, no makeup today, today No makeup today, no makeup today And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind? I know she bout to ask me how she look I tell her beautiful and how long it took For you to put it on, it was early in the morn She resembled a model out of a MAC book Concentrating on the way my eyeliner thickens He stand behind me and try to figure her vision Of prettiness, the wittiness of colors on my skin tone My complexion in a direction Ive outgrown I feel like its not enough I can never put on too much makeup Yeah, I know your imperfections, I be constantly stressing From him is where I get it from, they tell me I need to Smile at least once in a while I hate my lips, my nose, my eyebrows Its the beauty in me, but what he dont see Is that I had a black eye— to be continued, eleven Ladies and gentlemen And you aint gotta get drunk to have fun You aint gotta get drunk to have fun And you aint gotta get drunk to have fun You aint gotta get drunk to have fun I love the way you put it on your eyes The roses on your face light up the sky Those lips are colorful all of the time And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind? No makeup today, no makeup today, today No makeup today, no makeup today And girl, thats fine, but I wanna know, do you mind?

This what you really want, huh? Turn me up, Ali I know your image of me Is what I hope to be Black lip bastard, pass me your password So I can hack inside your brain See, I too have gone insane Before I fall Im sure to curse you all in Jesus name Lead shower, Anna Peebles hour, bitch stand the rain This what yall really want Let me get it back Ali When we do- when we do interviews, dont ask me bout no movements Yeah Im good No crews, no-no posses, no cliques If it aint bout TDE I dont wanna hear that shit, bitch Look inside my parkin garage and see a collage Of every person I despised since the moment I turned five Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even fallin off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj Eat that pink pussy like its Friday Bust one, roam and reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too Dont fuckin take me for some kind of fool Im kinda the reminder of knowin Compton aint kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldnt see my views Countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move I hope this shit can register on a regular soon Before I climb this pedestal And make you catch my fuckin stool K.Dot, leave em grievin on evenin news Even when society break even, Ill break rules I told niggas, caught wrecked, then I towed niggas Fold niggas like clothes and drawers, nigga Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliché to rock a show, is that over your head? Niggas stretchin the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or they depressed, eatin yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, Im straight, you a gay couple I aint thirsty for the deal, wait and make em pay double Im anxious, when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle Youre basic like cable to a satellite dish You was runnin L.A., now you out of there like Fish What more can I say? Im a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick Im awkward, dog, Im tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis, ask em And all we do is it, all we do is do it All we do is do it, all we do is do it All we do is do it And all we do is it, all we do is do it All we do is do it, all we do is do it (This what you want, I give up Let Puff Daddy talk to you The real Puff Daddy) Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time Fuck this rap shit, Im active Suckin on titties since I was eight Hoodie with my shades, I aint tryna be fake So dont be talkin to me, pussy Runnin your gums like you be Locing When the world know that youre nookie Rookie, softer than infant fabric, I wont have it When the gun drawn, get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my niggas movin You hesitatin to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin? Perpetratin, bitches poppin Percocet and percolatin Freelance for God but do the work of Satan Whatever works Im clever with the words if you havent noticed yet Lightyears ahead, Im bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number one plus one Gettin fed like where drugs and guns come from All we do is do it, shittin on the competition Takin heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas dont move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, poke on some coochie Im just fuckin around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go head— Im Jay Rock, you lil niggas beneath me How you gon dance with the devil with two left feet? Peep, thinkin you sweet, but you weak Talkin out of turnll leave all of your teeth in the street Mama taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my nigga, Im not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan Hit some water, call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know Im all in If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga Im all gin Hundred proof, recruit a hundred troops who love to shoot No fluke, my nigga, you know thats what us hunters do East side up, Watts City mayhem Choppers, they sprayin from AM to PM Im the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin a .50 out the back of the Benz Wagon Toe-taggin wack rappers off G.P You cant see me, your vision aint 3D You smokin on that seaweed, we rollin up that kiwi And the Backwood lighted, we high for like three weeks You payin for that pussy, but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, its history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch Is this what yall really want? This Black Hippy shit what yall really want? When Im in interviews, dont ask me bout no crews No posses, no cliques, dont tell me whos gettin it I dont give a fuck, nigga I just paid— I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga Off Section.80, on some independent shit Uncle Sam talkin bout, you an old lost relative, nigga fuck you K-Dot said it, not Kendrick Ab-Soul the rawest motherfucker on the planet, nigga T.D.E., solar system, Control System, beyotch

Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on daddy baby I seen it vividly jogging my brain memory, life is... I seen it vividly jogging my brain memory Life no longer infinity this was the final calling No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking We all nervous and crying, moving in caution In disbeliefs our beliefs the reason for all this The tallest building plummet, cracking, and crumbling The ground is shaking, swallowing young woman With a baby, daisies, and other flowers burning in destruction The smell is disgusting, the heat is unbearable Preachers touching on boys run for cover, the paranoid Rapists and murderers hurdle alleys Valleys and high places turn into dust Famous screaming in agony Atheists for suicide, planes falling out the sky Trains jumping off the track, mothers yelling hes alive Backpedaling Christians settling for forgiveness Evidence all around us the town is covered in fishes Ocean water dried out, fire burning more tides out Tabernacle and city capital turned inside out Public bathroom, college classrooms been deserted Another trumpet has sounded off and everyone heard it no more running from world wars no more discriminating the poor no more bad bitches and real niggas Wishing for green and gold the last taste of allure I swore I seen it vividly A moniker of war from heaven that play the symphony Thunder like number four, then I heard What have you did for me I fell to my knees, pulled out my resume That dated back to June 17th, 1987 My paperwork was like a receipt I was valedictorian, I was fearful of judgment But confident I had glory in all my past endeavors Close my eyes, pray to God that I live forever Dark skies, fire and brimstone, some of us sent home Some of us never did wrong but still went to hell Geez Louise, I thought you said that I excel I made To Pimp a Butterfly for you Told me to use my vocals to save mankind for you Say I didnt try for you, say I didnt ride for you I tithed for you, I pushed the club to the side for you Who love you like I love you? Crucifix, tell me you can fix Anytime I need, Ima start jotting everything in my diary Never would you lie to me Always camaraderie, I can see, our days been numbered Revelation greatest as we hearing the last trumpet All man, child, woman, life completely went in reverse I guess Im running in place trying to make it to church Young nigga act an ass Young nigga act a fool Young nigga get yo cash Young nigga do what it do Young nigga go, young nigga go Young nigga go, young nigga go Whatever makes all of you happy in this bitch Just take it all back before the light switch

Most of them gon talk, I know, I know Most of them gon fall, I know, I know We gon bet it all, I know-oh-oh-oh We gon bet it all, I know-oh Power girl I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really want a power girl You been runnin through my section all day You been runnin through my mind all day All day, all day, all day, all day, yeah, uh Somethin in the way you move Radiant beams castin vibrant views Pick me up when I fall down and out Dust me off and show me all truth Show me that Ill never fly alone I fucked up so many times, but I still have you Show me how you do it like that Carryin a brother is no easy on your back I know most of them gon talk, I know, I know Most of them gon fall, I know, I know We gon bet it all, I know-oh-oh-oh We gon bet it all, I know-oh Power girl I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really want a power girl You been runnin through my section all day You been runnin through my mind all day All day, all day, all day, all day, yeah, uh Your body and your mind is your contribution Im here to give your love an evolution Power girl, power girl If I had you, Id travel light years for you Power girl, power girl Let me show you what it do, ayy Workin on me and you all day Makin sure what we have is safe, doin it all Shes over the city She go there if she been there Im only one nigga I cant be everywhere But I can take you anywhere, I know I swear, power girl Power girl I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really wanna know your ways I really want a power girl You been runnin through my section all day You been runnin through my mind all day All day, all day, all day, all day, yeah, uh Power girl out in the city, some niggas, they out in the city Goin nowhere, girl, you doin in it Goin everywhere, girl, you dont need it Goin everywhere, what you doin in it? Power girl, why you move in the city? Do you know, girl, girl, you know the city? You over the city, you over the city Power girl, yeah, shes over the city Hourglass, yeah, she turned it over Power girl, yeah, shes over the city Hourglass, yeah, she turned it over

Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey 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 a headlight I freeze up when I re-up See I barely have patience And youre relating Only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it? The reason I never went to work for it See a nine to five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth I read the Fifth Amendment We both criminals with bad intentions They say time heals all But if I can shortcut My success, Corvettes by tomorrow Wait a minute! Now, why you so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey My home girl got a credit card scam She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn Intuition got a broke bitch wishin She tell me 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, of hoping you could make it Bitches dont prosper chasing education But youre talented, and cant handle it And your homegirls cant be your manager 365 times four, plus more If you cant get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina? But shit, 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 Why you so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey I wrote this song looking at a broke home baby You know the poverty stricken the little broke born babies Somebody yell Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy And I said “why?” Then he looked me in the eye, and said nigga you fucked up You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles You never been through shit, you’re crying hysterical You settle for everything, complain about everything You say you sold crack, my world amphetamine Your projects ain’t shit, I live in a hut bitch Im living to keep warm, you living to pay rent I prayed my way through by waiting on Allah You played your way through, by living in sci-fi Bullshitting yourself, you talking to strangers Same thing goes for the ones you came with When yall 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 And your pain ain’t mines half the time A brand new excuse ain’t shit to me Bitch, I made my moves, with shackled feet Cape Town In todays day and age we practice the self pity of taking the easy way out You wait on them, him and her But when a blessing takes too long, thats when you go wrong You selfish motherfucker Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey Pimp pimp

Wait King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we livin again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watchin King of the culture, king of the soldiers, king of the bloodshed King of the wisdom, king of the ocean, king of the respect King of the optimistics and dreamers that go and get it King of the winners district and geniuses with conviction King of the fighters, king of the fathers, king of the belated King of the answer, king of the problem, king of the forsaken King of the empathy, your resentment, king of remorse King of my enemies, may they fall defeat, I rejoice King of the skyscrapers, dodgin haters, broke religion Nine faces, go against em, I erased em with precision I embrace them with collision, kings did it Kings vision, Black Panther, King Kendrick, all hail the king! I dropped a million tears I know several responsibilities put me here I dont pedal backwards, but I live old-fashioned The lens that Im lookin through Wont prescribe me the right glasses, masses are now free Ashes Im dumpin out, bout to spread all cross seas Sisters and brothers in unison, not because of me Because we dont glue with the opposition, we glue with peace But stilld fuck up your organization if any beef What do you stand for? Are you a activist? What are your city plans for? Are you a accident? Are you just in the way? Your native tongue contradictin what your body language say Are you a king or you jokin? Are you a king or you posin? Are you a king or you smokin bowl rocks to keep you open? Because the king dont cry, king dont die King dont lie, king give all, king get by, king dont fall Kingdom come, when I come, you know why KING! KING! KING! KING! KING! I am TChalla

Whats your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon live on your knees or die on your feet? Its fire in the street, fire in my Swisher Fire in between the two legs of your lil sister Just get a sip of this elixir Before they crop us out the picture Ive never seen a crop circle But I seen cops circle the block I puff squares, but I swear, one day, Ima stop My nerves itch On the brink of my career While my peers struggle for employment Can you hear these screams? One, two, three, four grams and a fifth of Hennessy A bad bitch, fuck the penitentiary Section 80s babies, blame Ronald Reagan We raising hell, hell Lord forbid, the homies got wet, so we trying to soak it in The president is Black, but you cant vote for skin You vote for the better man Come to our show, you could see the diversity Unify the people, they gon peep it universally We might not change the world But we gon manipulate it, I hope you participatin Ayo, Dot, wont you let these cats know? We knew wed be here, like, back in 04 Started HiiiPower because our generation needed a generator In a system meant to disintegrate us And all we do is assist them Were not victors, were victims The bigger picture isnt developed yet Like, what if Keisha was celibate? Or what if Tammy came across a real man Who didnt play games like children? My nigga cheated on his girlfriend With his girlfriends girlfriend, let the world end And everybody tripping off 2012 And the extraterrestrial presence as well But our future is not That martial law shit drop, we gon all get got So keep that question mark on your face Eat your fast food, use your fluoride toothpaste Hide your feelings from the public, work your lil nine to five Dont forget to pay your tithes and thank God youre alive HiiiPower And on another note We focused like the Hubble Telescope Soul Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam Life... I wrote this because I was ordered to People say I speak for generation Y Why lie? I do, Section.80 Your sonll play me if radio wont Daughters that just turn one til twenty-one listen to Kendrick For instance Whats your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon live on your knees or die on your feet? Take out that student loan, and pay off your college degree And do exactly what you see on TV True story Hmm Can you repeat that for me, Soul? Whats your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon live on your knees or die on your feet? Is you gon plead the fifth or sound the horn? The time is now, my child, come on See, a lot of yall dont understand Kendrick Lamar Because you wonder how I could talk about money, hoes, clothes, God, and history all in the same sentence You know what all them things have in common? Only half of the truth, if you tell it See I spent twenty-three years on this earth searching for answers Til one day I realized I had to come up with my own Im not on the outside looking in Im not on the inside looking out Im in the dead fucking center, looking around You ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man? Thats an analogy for the way the world make me react My innocence been dead So, the next time I talk about money, hoes, clothes, God, and history all in the same sentence Just know I meant it, and you felt it Cause you too are searching for answers Im not the next pop star, Im not the next socially-aware rapper I am a human motherfuckin being over dope-ass instrumentation Kendrick Lamar Now fuck em up, Terrace I watch this fire that we’re gathered around And see that it burns similar to the fire that’s inside you Section.80 Section.80 babies A generation of bliss and disobedience No, they cant control us No, they cant control you No, they cant control us But we can control each other We build our own world If you dont leave with nothing else tonight You will leave with knowing yourself You will leave knowing that you represent something thats bigger than all of us Our family Heart, honor, and respect This is you This is me And we are HiiiPower

These metamorphic supernatural forces dominate what I see A Gemini, duality personalities always conflicted me Oh! But dont be scared of me, girl I can explain I know its foreign to you I know its hard to believe God give me the favor Let me explain More than a compliment And I could use some assistance, let me show you how I can explain Oh shando! I spin around two times Ill be there with the answer Let me explain Im bizarre, avant-garde Both sides of me are evenly odd Its attractive, youre intrigued Am I mortal man or make-believe? Anything you want to know I can explain it Any misunderstandings, baby I can explain it Why dont you sit and talk to me a while? Let me explain it, ahh yes My mama told me that I was different the moment I was invented Estranged baby, no Im not ashamed I recommend every inch of your lunatic ways Praise the lord, you teach the kids how to be themself and plenty more You know the male species can be redundant I mean we love a woman and think we can satisfy her Between sheets, covers and pillows Im promising your lack of tolerance stuck on a zero Im promising that Im acknowledging you as my hero Cause you believe in me No youre not easily impressed But I possess qualities that you need to see Look at my flaws, look at my flaws Look at my imperfections in awe Look how you unique that my mystique is a round of applause And yours equally valued You stick out like an alien compared to those around you And thats alright because I like it You and me are the same Hopefully Im invited, hopefully you dont change Because I know for sure who you are I can explain Your mama raised you, your daddy raised you Hand-washing your clothes on Sunday Let me explain Walking your brother to school, three miles away To feed the mind and soul I can explain Dont you explain that, dont you explain the reason why your mind, it travels Let me explain I wanna know what you think I wanna pick your brain when I see you But dont you ever Let me explain Oh shando! I spin around two times A blessing in disguise I can explain I know for sure who you are Youre the goddess of the odd I am yours I can explain I am yours I am yours I am yours I am yours Ndiseza ndingene laduma vumile Ndiseza ndingene laduma vumile

Check, check, check, check, check It go ride to it, ride to it, cause you never know When a bullet might hit and you die to it, die to it Die to it, die to it, live your life, live it right Be different, do different things Dont do it like he did, cause he aint what you is But we can win, wait, lets get straight to the point To the meaning of life, whats my purpose? Maybe this Earth is aint a good place to be How far is heaven? Lets see Is it in the clouds like they said it would be? I wonder when I die will he give me receipts? I wonder will the eyes of the Lord look at me? Look at me, look at me, Im a loser, Im a winner Im good, Im bad, Im a Christian, Im a sinner Im humble, Im loud, Im righteous, Im a killer What Im doing? Im saying that Im human, now people just Ride to it, ride to it, cause you never know When a bullet might hit and you die to it, die to it Die to it, die to it, live your life, live it right Be different, do different things Dont do it like he did, cause he aint what you is But we can win, wait, lets get straight to the point It go one , two , three Two in the front, one in the back seat Seat , seat , seat Looking for a victim of a AK-47, hundred-round each, each, each But why must we retaliate? Is it human nature? I dont know, I look for the answers later Make a right, there they go Sometimes gotta Ride to it, ride to it, cause you never know When a bullet might hit and you die to it, die to it Die to it, die to it, live your life, live it right Be different, do different things Dont do it like he did, cause he aint what you is But we can win-win, wait, lets get straight to the point As I open this book and then burn up some of this reefer My plan is to figure out the world and escape all my demons Im dying inside, I wonder if Zion inside the heavens A condom, a Rollie, pain, a fat blunt and a MAC-11 Thats all I see in my life and they tell me to make it right But Im right on the edge of Everest and I might jump tonight Have you ever had known a saint that was taking sinners advice? Well its probably you, am I right? If Im wrong, you a fucking liar When I lie on my back and look at the ceiling, its so appealing to pray I wonder if Im just a villain, dealing my morals away Some people look at my face then tell me dont worry bout it I give em back they deposit, no money, just total silence Im running, they say Im wildin, a youngin with lack of guidance Thats hundreds of us with problems Mo money, mo drugs and violence Look at the soul of an out-of-control artist Thats dealing with life the hardest, thats on my life But regardless Ima— Ride to it, ride to it, cause I never know When a bullet might hit me and I die to it, die to it Die to it, die to it, live my life, live it right Be different, do different things Dont do it like he did, cause he aint what I is But we can win, wait, lets get straight to the point Hmm Yeah, life can please ya, but death can tease ya On the day Niko had that seizure I lost one of my biggest believers, aww Close deaths make you think about your life Like if I had that same chance twice, what would I do different? Id tell her I loved her more, do more But tease her bout crying on that picture Now when Im done recording Swear, I let the beat bang in her name Make her shake her head in heaven, saying, They at it again Make them clouds turn to speakers Dont take too much smoke from the reefer Love being in the room with her peoples Now my love life murking it, family having surgeries Hate it that the truth that chose for they life to be under me Lord, what kind of life is this? Momma, I just wanna sing Momma said, According to get everything You gotta risk everything So Im smoking my kush, reading Corinthians Smoking my kush, reading Corinthians Smoking my kush, reading Corinthians Smoking my kush, reading Corinthians Mm, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da-da-da

Wop Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It Gi-gimme some space Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank Im the type of nigga that you meet at the bank Grade A bitches treatin me like a saint This money doin somethin to my brain This money doin somethin to my ego This drank got me talkin like Z-Ro These pills got me feelin like Neo And this freak in my ear tryna go I-Ill turn your crib to a hoe house Im a rockstar, drank til I pass out Drank til I motherfuckin pass out Drank, drank til I motherfuckin Holding onto na-na-nah Hoping they come to life Cause underneath the stairs is where we Poured our first perfect pints Really wanna know Hoping they come to life Cause right there on the stairs is where We poured our first perfect pints Im in the trap saran wrappin with the Vaseline You know the clean lean jump like trampoline Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine I fell asleep and had a dream ridin on M.L. King Two pinky rings, two pints of lean Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me They were screamin, Free Gucci, but now that Guwops free Blue cheese, no ranch, hunduns on me Thirty cars deep, its like a circus with me Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me Now Im back on top like Im posed to be But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me Holding onto na-na-nah Hoping they come to life Cause underneath the stairs is where we Poured our first perfect pints Kung Fu Kenny, look look Who the fuck you talkin to? You mainey Salute me when Im walkin through, you aint me Everything I do is with the extras Flip me couple million for investments And my hood love me unconditional Your hood love you cause you on the instrumental though This rap shit crazy, need the woosah They screamin Compton, must be two sides R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know Im flexin VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list I dont like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western 2017 onto bigger things I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring Everybody a Crip til they black and blue Everybody a Blood til they hemorrhaging Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it Double park on the curb, I can drive but Im lazy Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy Holding onto memories Tossing turning all night Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies I be rollin every time that I arrive

8-8-8-808 Mafia Tarentino These niggas changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I cant leave the country cause Im a felon, homie And I dont trust these niggas, they be tellin on me And I dont trust these bitches, they be plottin on me Everybody aint real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me I dont trust these niggas I dont trust these bitches Drunk right now, so you know I meant it 8-8-8-808 Mafia If you know me then you know Nigga, Chi-town like my second home I done flew a private jet for some Harolds Chicken straight from Rome I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone Nigga, I cant talk right now, gnom-gnom-gnom-gnom Got pussy on my tongue. I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer Just to fly back home and found out yall done killed my little brother Shit is fucked up on these streets Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef? Nigga, I got bigger fish to fry now Empty out my account and Ill pay for sleep Wheres my bottle? Money change and people change And people come and people go and act estranged Im aggravated cause they hated Confirmation for success anticipated I can taste it, I can chase it back down with liquor I could drown out my sorrows But I aint a sorry-ass nigga Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back back back Back inside my Bach, back in a garage that we can jack Bitch, I love my hood, Im strapped up, whats good? Heard someone said— These niggas changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I cant leave the country cause Im a felon, homie And I dont trust these niggas, they be tellin on me And I dont trust these bitches, they be plottin on me Everybody aint real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me Comin up, gotta watch who you hang with Im still with the same niggas I came with On the block with the same niggas I banged with If you aint talkin money I dont know your language I come from that very very bottom Now Im gettin money and Im seein stardom My niggas savage, dont start em We up them guns if its a fuckin problem Money comin in, dont have money problems Kicked your bitch out cause she aint wanna swallow All these bitches thots actin like models Fredo, Im the king of Chicago Got a .30 and I fill it up with hollows Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo Im the shit, Im the shit, Im the shit, bitch Since Im a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch These niggas changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I cant leave the country cause Im a felon, homie And I dont trust these niggas, they be tellin on me And I dont trust these bitches, they be plottin on me Everybody aint real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me

Two tears in a bucket, I cry with you, agh! 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 a headlight, I freeze up when I re-up See, I barely have 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 can shortcut my success Corvettes by tomorrow, ugh! Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have, blue faces I hit the bank today and tell em color me bad, blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down My homegirl 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 saying 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 chasin 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 She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have, blue faces I hit the bank today and tell em, 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 mead I love oceans in the deep I love women, I love me I love God Ugh! But I’m scared of godspeeeeeeed Sometimes I wrote this song Looking at a broke home, maybe You know the poverty-stricken The little broke boy and babies Somebody say Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy And I said “Why?” Then he looked me in the eye And said Homie, youre messed up You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles Never been through ish, you’re crying hysterical You settle for everything, complain about everything YSay you sold crack, my world amphetamine Your projects ain’t it, I live in a hut Youre living to keep warm, Im living to pay rent I paid my way through, praying to Allah You played your way through, dealing with wi-fi Bull-ishing 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, huh? These days ain’t no compromise, ugh Your pain ain’t mines half the time, ugh 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 Caaaaaaaaape Town Cape Town, Cape Town Ugh! Cornrow Kenny All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt! Morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt-skrrt! Cornrow 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-a kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juugin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juugin’ like that I did a lot of dumb things in my past Lord forgive me, hoping I dont relapse Dave just bought a new 9-11 Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Moosa got his son dripping in gold Me, Im about to let my hair down to hoes Ali bout to let his hair down to hoes Top billing, that’s a million a show Might blow the whole no-whammy on Soul Might tell Obama, Be more like Punch Sounwave got a Grammy this year Mackwop, bet 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 Guaranteed, something that none of you want Ten homies down and they all serving life Ward is like twenty-five hundred a month What if I empty my bank out and stunt? What if I empty my bank out and stunt? 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 Im 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!

Dont judge me I know this girl, she a real good girl and she be low-key Looking like a star with a real nice car, a Mercedes key And she got a nigga and she love this nigga, well, at least I think Every time we bark, she pay us no mind in the middle of the street She be like Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my nigga Fuck them other niggas, Ill ride for my nigga Ill die for my nigga, fuck them other— Until one day, he wasnt acting right In the middle of the night, she checked his phone, Erica, right? When he pled the Fifth, man, it was on, matter fact, she gone Matter fact, Tyrone was on speed dial, so when she got home It was going down, she go Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Sick of lies from her nigga, fuck that other— I know this girl, she a real hood girl, and she with the shit Keep her hair tied up, big bamboos, Mike Jordan kicks With that big butt, but when I try to holla, she gon resist In her man, she trust, so when I walk by her, she be screaming this She be like Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my nigga Fuck them other niggas, Ill ride for my nigga Ill die for my nigga, fuck them other— Until one day, he wasnt acting right In the middle of the night, she checked his pockets, found condoms by Magnum, and the moment they was acknowledged, she popped his eye Then ran outside, then started drivin on the passenger side Homeboy was smiling, she gon Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Fuck that other nigga when she tired of her nigga Sick of lies from her nigga, fuck that other— And so these girls, these vulnerable girls Took they men up, put em in they world, they vulnerable world And just like that, it was only gettin, got they feelings hurt Tell me how that sound? They got fed up with the biggest question mark They curious now Cause when women get sick of men, they think of a big helping hand To lend each other, uncover emotions when lights dim So when she telling her to come over, itll be alright The minute she hit the block and turn left, shell be turning dyke, they go Fuck with other bitches when they tired of these niggas Fuck with other bitches when they tired of these niggas Fuck with other bitches on the side cause these niggas— Tammys song

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 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 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 give the first night 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?

Where are we going, why are we slowing down Where are you going, we should be growing now Where are we going, we should be slowing down Where are you going, we should be growing now That’s what she said to me, that place I used to call home Is just a bed to me We don’t even sleep, neighbors can hear her weep Meanwhile I’m in these streets with everybody, I’m trying to get it And she know they got me, I watch her feelings watch me As they staring with the saddest eyes of loneliness Look each other in the face and barely blink I tried to make it right but the pen ran out of ink So if my letters don’t reach you, I hope these lyrics in sync Where are we going, why are we slowing down Where are you going, we should be growing now That’s what it said to me, but the place I call ambition Now dead to me, gone and forgotten, I’m off track Like Dale Earnhardt, my liver rotten, alcoholic tripping Fucking bad bitches and they got bad intentions Club night, guys and dolls Balling out but Im bout to drop the ball I’m calling out for help, my engineer called Told me come to the studio but I wanna tell him, nah Where are we going, why are we slowing down Where are you going, we should be growing now That’s what he said to me But that place we call Heavens unfair to me, only 144 can go Seven billion people on planet Earth today Is there something that I don’t know I know to follow Him rather following people Or follow vanity cause that means I’m following evil Guess I’m following evil, I should follow cathedral Blessings I need but live like I don’t need you Where are we going, why are we slowing down Where are you going, we should be growing now So in conclusion We all seem to stumble, planning our own demise Forgetting the big picture and making it wallet size So to what is important in my life, I apologize I promise to stay faithful, focused and sanctified We all get distracted, the question is Would you bounce back or bounce backwards? Would you not know how to act or take action? It’s just a part of life and if your vision’s impaired, you probably lose it all tonight Tryna visualize how to get it right but my vision’s so blurry Tryna slow it down, stay close to the ground, but we’re always in a hurry now And if I could make this world spin a little slower, then I would Then we could grow a little closer, I think we’re getting closer I think we’re getting closer

Two-door coupe, hoppin out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga Im gon shoot if this 30s all that I got, nigga Times up Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find em We gon slide em, we lined em, straight reclined em Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, Im not your driver Shot gon hit him, he wont answer, Im blowin’ ganja So much work, they call me old school, I remind ya That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her? She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy I mean thats bitch shit Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, thats bitch shit Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, thats bitch shit Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, thats bitch shit Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, thats bitch shit Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, thats bitch shit Staying in because you know its summer, yeah thats bitch shit You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh Okay, lets get it, bitch, lets get it, woo Got a plan, we gon kill his man The gun wont jam, its on on sight I might get life, thats on my life The .44 fire, the goal green light To build that price, it filled up nice The god wont die Okay, lets get it, bitch, lets get it, woo See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, Im greedy, uh Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag Zeroes add, we dont do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy Two-door coupe, hoppin out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga Im gon shoot if this 30s all that I got, nigga Yall on mute, aint no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga Two-door coupe, hoppin out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga Im gon shoot if this 30s all that I got, nigga Yall on mute, aint no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga CrasH Talk, take two

Mike WiLL; fuck with me! Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na Tell me—what you think we hustle for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Sing it with me now; na, na, na What you think we out here workin’ for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Hey, hey, hey Bought a Benz for my baddest bitch —and let my niggas drive that motherfucker I swear that court room can minimize a mothafucka Pray for us cause we be in and out that mothafucka Lord, help us Lord, my bitch is beautiful, Helen of Troy Just like assume I get ass from the start I flip the script when they cast for the part You ain’t talking to me if you ain’t talking money my nigga Strength in numbers, my nigga And Im number one like my muscles got bigger Like my puzzles got figured I spoil my kids, they so stubborn, my nigga This is how shit is supposed to be though Rollie on my wrist and around my neck I got a chain of command and a food chain on Shoutout my dog lookin at the four walls Shoutout Candace for acceptin my calls Impossible aint impossible at all Tunechi Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na Tell me—what you think we hustle for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Sing it with me now; na, na, na What you think we out here workin’ for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Hey, hey, hey Nigga do that shit, nigga done that shit Nigga any problem, bet I overcome that shit Twenty gold bottles Ima drink on that shit Twenty songs that Im on, number one that shit My name gon ring and my team gon win I shot a nigga once, and Id do that shit again Put your hands on a Bible stealing candy at a store To a black homicidal its the same damn sin Drop down, give me three points ho K. Dot, give it to it how you want ho Ima show you what this West side about Ima pull up in a Rari at your grandmamas house, hey now She got a nigga name in her mouth, hey now T-O to N-O to ammo, I mean My MO is zero, see commas, I promise Go tell your mama this dick aint for free This dick aint, this dick aint This dick aint, this dick aint This dick aint for free Touch that, I need cash back, transaction I bust back in a all black Grand National Hoodrats in the project if you ask em They wanna buy the world, 10 racks on they taxes Holiday cheers, Sallie Mae checks With a bottle to the neck, get it how you live it Hey, hey, hey, na, na, na Tell me—what you think we hustle for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Sing it with me now; na, na, na What you think we out here workin’ for? I just wanna buy the world Do the impossible Hey, hey, hey I say hol up I just wanna ball like them grown ups Tell em catch me if they can I switch gears then switch lanes You know just what my minds on these days Keep singin with me I say, Hol up We just wanna ball like them grown ups Tell em catch me if they can I switch gears then switch lanes You know just what my minds on these days

Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer Tell me what you gon do to me Confrontation aint nothin new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you cant bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I dont even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence And calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin? Motherfucker, I dont even like you Corrupt a mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealin with A small percentage who Im buildin with I want the credit if Im losin or Im winnin On my momma, thats the realest shit Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer Skin covered in ego Get to talkin like ya involved, like a rebound Got no end game, got no ways out, got to stay down Its the way that you making me feel Like nobody ever loved me like you do, you do You kinda feeling like youre tryna get away from me If you do, I wont move I aint just cry for no reason, I aint just pray for no reason I give thanks for the days, for the hours And another way, another life breathin I did it all cause it feel good I wouldnt do it at all if it feel bad Better live your life, were runnin out of time Love, lets talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars approach you, all the stars approach you, all the stars approach you This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Girl, give it to me Girl you know what it do Girl give it to me I got somethin brand new Girl give it to me Ill put it all on you Girl give it to me I got a gift for yah I got this for yah A little Thicke for yah A big kiss for yah I got a hit for yah Big dick for yah Let me give it to yah Baby, baby I gotta call for yah I’ve got a whip for you Black car for yah Ball hard for you I know you want to get fancy I know you want to start dancing Hey girl You know youre looking so damn fly You looking like you fell from the sky You know make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby I’ll make it so, so, so amazing I’ll give it to you Girl, give it to me Girl, give it to me Girl, give it to me Girl, give it to me Ooh whats that girl? Whats that baby? I like that, girl I like that, baby On your back girl On your back Yeah shake it like that girl Baby, baby I got an eye for yah I got an eye for yah I got a smile for yah Cheese Let me put it on your face for you Please I’ve got a taste for you Tasty I bought lace for you Freaky Ill put it on you So I can go and take it off you And get it off to you Hey girl You know youre looking so damn fly You looking like you fell from the sky You know make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby I’ll make it so, so, so amazing I’ll give it to you You’re like a needle in a haystack I wanna sit you where my face at Lunch with a few Mai Tais Purple kisses on my tie Life can’t really predict love Now you’re getting this dick, love I’m looking for you with a flashlight I want to feel what a real fat ass like No injection, I learned my lesson I walk it like I talk it, baby, this pedestrian Runnin’ through your mind like Jackie Joyner Pussy pop like go get me a burner Got shot like This can be detrimental T-shirt and panties, thats your credential You’re cotton candy, I need a fistful I’m awful antsy, hope that convince you Hey, girl You know youre lookin so damn fly You lookin like you fell from the sky You know you make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make it so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make it so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you Ill give it to you

Keepin it G aint nothin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumpin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public Na na na na now now, you know what this is Tell em its a celebration, bitches With the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lites Domino tables, who got big 6? Where Im from we do concrete backflips Flip flop, flip flop, flip flop back To the ghettos where I bring hip hop back Real niggas love me, they tell me Keep it pushin! The only niggas speak from way inside Central Bookings County jails and the lock downs up north Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch Thats how they feel, Jack, built much more than rap This that project haircut in the cul-de-sac This is where Jose front you them quarters at Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track, nigga Keepin it G aint nothin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumpin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public From Compton to Baltimore Ima kill it I buy a morgue in the minute The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant The Regal window is tinted The air conditioner broke But Im cool enough to ensure you my ride is an Eskimo And I peel off In the midst of gettin my thrills off And I thrive off energies from inner cities that we lost Im puttin the ghetto on top of my back And I live in the back of the jungle Lions, tigers, bears, oh my Hear the siren, walk up, drive-by Shooters, looters, federal fed intruders The engines on back of scooters The real can recognize real And we need to know just who you are You are in the presence of many presents Kendrick the gift for the future, oh yeah, I said it Thug life, good kid, mad city Mad respect representin the hub right Keepin it G aint nothin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumpin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public The home girls tell me Im the shit I break em off so they can buy some outfits I buy they sons a pack of pampers, some new Jordans Give em the game, school em on whats really important Its how I was raised, the OGs had me Thirteen, fresh off the porch, slangin cavi But Im wiser now, show all my young niggas Theres other ways you get them dollars and funds, nigga Comin down in an old school, so cool Whip like a fire ball; call it Goku You dont know the tribulations that we go through Put your ears to the speakers, Ima show you I paint the picture so perfect In my CD, you see Mona Lisa in person Courtesy of a hunnit beat Got my Crips and esses at arm reach; one West Keepin it G aint nothin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumpin You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it You aint gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public

Pillars of joy can be found Through the thought of you Ill be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love Canei Finch on the beat Turn the headphones up, Ali Here we go I woke up this morning with my dick on hard Didnt know why til I said fuck all yall Or fuck this world, or Imma fuck that girl Good kid, m.A.A.d city, watch my day unfurl I put my life in these sentences Fucking right, its either that or life sentences Im relatives with Benjamin I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent Now what the fuck is up? Im at your neck like a Pendleton Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need that Twenty-four acres and a mule, best believe that They say he got smoke, like where the weed at? And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was 95 Buy a strap and then we cock it back when its uncircumcised Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the spine Give you dap and then we slide through your hood three dozen times So whats good? Im looking for a pedicure Pink pussy that pop, preferably the kind that dont stink Bomb-ass head til she cant blink And her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me Im so damn turnt Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me And you know, Westside, right on time, tell em hoes kudos Eastside, right on time, they dont fuck with you though When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but Westside, right on time, only thing fosho Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door I woke up this morning like fuck the world Been hustling since I was twelve, man, Ive been through hell Now these motherfuckers is trying to tell me I dont care Trying to tell yall motherfuckers, look, yall wasnt there Turnt, posted up on the block, waiting for mail From my niggas posted up in the county, praying for bail Couldve cost your boy everything, man, it wasnt cheap Coming for a nigga, just dont sleep, shit for the weak Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count the check, mane Cause every time I speak, you hear my Malcolm X pain Now them doors go up on that Lamb, they like judo Young, you like your bitches with ass? I like you, hoe! First, them bitches see me, Im gone, Im like Pluto Plus, I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM When they ask me my name, I tell em MC him, straight up Im so turnt Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me And you know, Westside, right on time, tell em hoes kudos Eastside, right on time, they dont fuck with you though When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but Westside, right on time, only thing fosho Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door All praise go to the most high All fades turn into a drive-by Part ways from the streets, after fucking with police guaranteed Last nigga did that died, dont you, dont you, dont you Wanna live where the AK go for only 8K Minus six racks, minus one on top of that? Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a date rape Daytonas bending every corner while they say Im so turnt Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me And you know, Westside, right on time, tell em hoes kudos Eastside, right on time, they dont fuck with you though When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but Westside, right on time, only thing fosho Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled, I stick my tongue in Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo Some British Knights or LA Gears with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy paint Thats wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette Twenty years later: hi hater, Im the fucking best Im so turnt Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me And you know, Westside, right on time, tell em hoes kudos Eastside, right on time, they dont fuck with you though When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but Westside, right on time, only thing fosho Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

I can see the darkness in me and its quite amazing Life and death is no mystery and I wanna taste it Step inside of my mind and youll find curiosity, animosity High philosophy, hyper prophesied meditation Reminisce on my wonder years and I wonder here Sentiments of my words aint been so sincere The sentiment of my nerves that I just persevere The big thought of fallin off disappeared to my fate They say that Heavens real Analyze my demise, I say Im super anxious Recognize I deprive this feeling and then I embrace it Vandalizing these walls only if they could talk Conversations wont contemplate to my dark thoughts Lookin down on my soul now, tell me Im in control now Tell me I can live long and I can live wrong and I can live right And I can sing song and I can unite the you that I love You that I like, look at my life and tell me I fight This that final destination, this that find some information This that find some inspiration, this that crack, the installation This that quantum jump and that fist pump and that bomb detonation Please dont bomb my nation, embalming fluid waiting I got mind control when Im here, you gon hate me when Im gone Aint no blood pumpin no fear, I got hope inside of my bones This that life beyond your own life, this aint physical for mankind This that out-of-body experience, no coincidence you been died Bitch, youre dead! Say you will never ever catch me, no, no, no Say you will never ever catch me, no, no, no Say you will never ever catch me, no, no, no Say you will never ever catch me, no, no, no Say you will never ever catch me Say you will never ever catch me Say you will never ever

H.O.C., H.O.C All the real smokers get me H.O.C All the real smokers get me H.O.C H.O.C., H.O.C All the real smokers get me H.O.C All the real smokers get me H.O.C Everybody know I spit that other shit Shit that make you duck for cover shit Shit that make you hop out your seat and slap your mother shit Especially when Drop drop the beat I drop jewels like my nuts dropped out of my briefs Jump in the booth and shatter every rappers dream They jump in a sauna because I killed their self-esteem Thats a jab, you should bob and weave Like Pam when Martin pulled jokes out his sleeve I go in studio sessions and feel like a nerd Cause Im the only nigga there not smoking no herb You telling me the kush make you think on level four? Im on five, you saying that I can level more? In high school, my teachers thought I was smoking stress Didnt know my eyes low cause of genetic defects I stimulate my mind every time I think about the end of time Creation of man, and Columbine Bet you think that this some high shit that I wrote Probably think Im off the kush or the hydro I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I really appreciate that you share your Indo But a sip of Henny is the farthest I would go I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke Look, nowadays everybody think theyre big chiefers Just cause they heard that new tape from Wiz Khalifa Knowing damn well they cant hit the sour Theyre new booties, they probably need baby powder My skill shower over your city for 40 days 40 nights, off the chain, like freedom of slaves Before you get it twisted, like 40 gays My flow worth the earth, thats not to be appraised Those the type of lines that Im talking bout You know the type of rhymes you dont talk about Copy my session on a disc when the session ends So my momma can have it and play it for her friends Brag on me, like My sons bout to win Somehow, someday, and I dont care when I might hit the gin once a month Ill let you inhale, like an atheist Bet you think that this some high shit that I wrote Probably think Im off the kush or the hydro I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I really appreciate that you share your Indo But a sip of Henny is the farthest I would go I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke Ill take you back to the 9th grade When Dough Boy had me high for 4 days Thats my nigga, he a street nigga Probably in your hood, fucking up your street, nigga But anyway I think it was some purple Told me Dont hit it hard because itll hurt you I didnt listen, I was floating like the Rose Parade Swear to God a nigga seen some flying fishes That was the Vegas trip, Hooters sponsored The same time I start writing like a fucking monster Im Frankenstein every time this mothafucker ponders Just underline every letter, capital K-D-O-T Laying it flat out, like a tire with slow leaks Now what you bout? Nothing huh Am I a square cause I dont puff a square? Are my raps too blunt to hit the blunt? Yeah Bet you think that this some high shit that I wrote Probably think Im off the kush or the hydro I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I really appreciate that you share your Indo But a sip of Henny is the farthest I would go I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke I dont even smoke, I dont even smoke H.O.C., H.O.C All the real smokers give me H.O.C

Bitch sit on my face, I attack that Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy You know I love it when you talk dirty Messy, you my orange soda shorty You act like a lil me, I wanna fuck you You the type to kill me, I wont touch you You want me drop a band on some cute shoes? You want me be the man you can vent to? You let me beat it up, you let me practice Now Im finna lay you on the mattress Bitch sit on my face, I attack that Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy My lil baby low-key a flexer Six figs on the whip, thats a price tag Lil best friend bitch tried to press me Im that underground nigga with the check, though I hate a bitch that I cant impress When you come see the crib, you better die, ho Young nigga sneakin in through your side door Baby Keem, not a wave, Im a vibe, ho Seven fig nig with the big drip on me Post on your block with your wish list on me Bitch sit on my face, I attack that Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy Lil bitch, shut the fuck up Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy

And everybody know the story of David and Goliath But this is bigger than triumph This is for the warrior, this is for you and I This is for euphoria, give me a piece of mind God is recording this, wont you look in the sky? Tell him that you got the behavior of your neighbor Even when stabilitys never in your favor Fly with the turbulence, only last a minute Land on your dreams, and recognize you live it Walk through the valley and peaks, with bare feet Run through the flames, thats more passion for me I passed testimony just so the world can see My battle wounds on me, you watching me lick ‘em clean I know, I know, my pride, my goals, my highs, my lows I know, I know, its mind control I know I could prosper, no impostor, prosecute my posture I stand up and I stand by ya, what? I am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote And even through disaster, eye of the tiger for hope Im trying to find my way back, theres no day off for heroes And even when Im tired, go is the only word I know And the night is takin over, and the moonlight gets exposure And the players have been chosen, and it seems like fate has spoken When it seems your faith has broken, by the second, losin focus Aint no way to get off, get off, get off, get off Unless you move forward I bet they wonder how I go on, go on Ill simply say its on again, its on again, whoa-oh The world dont stop, its on again, its on again, whoa-oh I am a lonely hero, trying to fight my battles Life likes to blow the cold wind, sometimes it freezes my shadow In the midst of all this darkness, I sacrifice my ego There aint no room for selfish, we do it for the people And the night is takin over, and the moonlight gets exposure And the players have been chosen, and it seems like fate has spoken [When it seems your faith has broken, by the second, losin focus Aint no way to get off, get off, get off, get off Unless you move forward] I bet they wonder how I go on, go on I bet they wonder how I go on, go on Ill simply say its on again, its on again, whoa-oh The world dont stop, its on again, its on again, whoa-oh Say the work dont stop, cause they dont stop And everybody here tryna get on top Everybody from the burbs down to the block Gotta hold on tight and dont let go, let go Huh, so you think you hot? Gotta grind hard, give it all you got You can have, or you can have not You see that a lot in the ghetto, ghetto I bet they wonder how I go on, go on I bet they wonder how I go on, go on Ill simply say its on again, its on again, whoa-oh The world dont stop, its on again, its on again, whoa-oh

Look, my nigga this is dedication, this is anti-hesitation This a real nigga celebration This a Dime Blocc declaration 59th and 5th Ave, granny house with vanilla wafers This the remedy, the separation 2Pac of my generation, blue pill in the fuckin Matrix Red rose in the gray pavement Young black nigga trapped and he cant change it Know he a genius, he just cant claim it Cause they left him no platforms to explain it He frustrated so he get faded But deep down inside he know you cant fade him How long should I stay dedicated? How long til opportunity meet preparation? I need some real nigga reparations Fore I run up in your bank just for recreation Dedication, hard work plus patience The sum of all my sacrifice, Im done waitin Im done waitin, told you that I wasnt playin Now you hear what I been sayin Dedication Its dedication, look I spent my whole life thinkin out the box Boxin homies three-on-one, got DPed but I aint drop Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block They blurped on me, said I ran a stop sign but thats a lie I spent my whole life starin at the stage Playin Sega, daddy smokin sherm, mama playin spades Catchin vapors, grandma said Id get some Jordans for my grades Thats my baby, when she died my heart broke a hundred ways I spent my whole life tryna make it, tryna chase it The cycle of a black man divided, tryna break it You take a loss? Shit, dont cry about it, just embrace it Minor setback for major comeback, thats my favorite My nigga L said, You do a song with Nip, K. Dot, he a better Crip I said, He a man first, you hear the words out his lips About flourishing from the streets to black businesses? Level four, yard livin, given to false imprisonment Listen close, my nigga Its bigger than deuces and fours, my nigga Since elementary we close, my nigga, yeah, straight like that I give you the game, go back to the turf and give it right back For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans Prove your dedication by hoppin out Grand Ams Im at the premiere politickin with Top, Nip, and Snoop Damn, Pac watchin the way we grew, from dedication If it aint congratulate then it look like hate If it aint congratulate then it look like what, Nipsey? Hol up Look This aint entertainment, its for niggas on the slave ship These songs just the spirituals I swam against them waves with Ended up on shore to they amazement Now I hope the example I sets not contagious Lock us behind gates but cant tame us Used to be, Stay safe, now its, Stay dangerous Cause aint no point in playin defense, nigga Thats why I dove off the deep end, nigga, without a life jacket Couple mil, tour the world, dawg, my life crackin Cook the books, bring it back so its no taxes Royalties, publishing, plus I own masters Ill be damned if I slave for some white crackers I was mappin this out, I hit the heist backwards Hoppin out the eighty-five in Reebok Classics Ran a couple marathons just to get established To make it happen, you got to have it Dedication, hard work plus patience The sum of all my sacrifice, Im done waitin Im done waitin, told you that I wasnt playin Now you hear what I been sayin Dedication Its dedication

Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth? Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth? Momma take this motherfuckin block off Tryna reach you every day, collect calls Never get through, and I go through withdrawals Say who told you that I wanted this door To slam shut, I just wanted to vent or Ask you if you give me your rent for A attorney, I can pay you back more Soon as I get out, yeah, every rack is yours Commissary running low, I need help Not too much, I hustle up the rest myself K. Dot wrote me saying Marcus got killed If you knew me, then you know how bad I feel Quisha prove me wrong, and never came to visit And I heard she fucking on some other nigga And my niggas left me in the dark, blind Mama just get back at me this last time Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth? Mama, take this motherfuckin block off Thats on the date the day I take the block off Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars Please believe me, this aint easy by far You forgot youre talking to your only son Member when you put me in that relay run I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best You had taught me that the very day I won All I need is you to give me same support Investigation saying that the same report From a witness just might testify in court DA say I take a deal, or take a loss I aint built for all them goddamn numbers Gods will, say a prayer for me mama If you cant, then open up the phone lines Mama just get back at me this last time Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth? Dante, if I stress to take the block off Thats the day the state had take them locks off I could only help but do so much Bettering yourself, your own crutch Look at your reflection, tell me who you see Who is your protection? G-O-D No, its not neglection, I have just accepted Your fate and what its gon be Member all the nights that I cried Thinkin that my only son just died Peeking through the window, kickin through the door Its you they looking for, raid outside Rather see you locked up than dead Only you would say that Im selfish So before I take the stand and put this bible in my hand Son, let me say this Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Men lie, wo- women lie Men lie, wo- women Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth?

I been goin silly for the Westside You might catch me rollin where the reps ride Aint no opposition, Im the best, right? I might take my city on a test drive You dont wanna see me on a good day You dont wanna see me on a bad day I was just a nigga with some hoop dreams Now, Im in the league, bitch Now, Im in the lead, bitch I can slam dunk but I just layup Smokin marijuana til I, ooh , what? wake up May not understand me cause its all real And I dont really give a damn how yall feel Baby, Im just tryna let my hair down Baby, Im just tryna let my hair down Everybodys watchin, Im aware now But I cant find a reason I should care now Baby, Im just tryna let my– If I take off my cool, do you promise to stay? If I give you my heart, would you throw it away? Do you mean what you say when you tell me you love me? Do you really? Do you really? Itty-bitty bitch is a numerologist Got your number where I live Ima get you outta pocket like a quarterback blitz Thats a everyday faucet, make it wet, make it rinse Skeletons in your closet but your past dont exist Got a pad on your list, got a pad on your lock Calabas aint the move, thats where everybody live Plus the mountain is hot, you forgot what you got, ah! Hol up, nuisance I recommend em all with acoustics I recommend a bed for the juices I recommend you live where the truth is Psychedelic views and infinity pools, yeah, checking out Once I sweat them edges out Hair down like vanity I got the fuck-ups, I got the damage fees I got the gold dust, I got the anesthesia When you chose up, this aint a fantasy We bout to go up, see underhanding me never got no love But understandin me maybe can mold us and– Baby, Im just tryna let my hair down Baby, Im just tryna let my hair down Everybodys watching, Im aware now But I cant find a reason I should care now Baby, Im just tryna let my– If I take off my cool, do you promise to stay? If I give you my heart, would you throw it away? Do you mean what you say when you tell me you love me? Do you really? Do you really?

They say the government mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth And welfare dont mean well for you, you, you, you They tell me that my bills past due, due, due, due And preacher man dont always tell the truth, truth, truth, truth head is the answer, head is the future Dont second guess yourself Come on give me some help, hey Head is the answer, do it for the future, girl Dont second guess yourself Come on, give me some help And I just wanna And I just wanna Straight up Eyes with my head And I cant use some help Straight up Head is the future

Ayy, K. Dot Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger? Can we get it how we used to get it like when Top had the red Charger? Can we get it how we used to get it? Cap on, and I got racks on Spend four nights in a country I like Then take my rich ass back home Glow so bright, I could make moonlight See this aint like your pheromones Blew one, big gun, baritone Who won? We won, yeah, holmes We old school like Capitol My old school made doctor note My old school made hard knock Black on black, my coupe and strap I aint ballin on the hard top, I told yall to call Top Now my number call blocked, I dont miss, I call shot Hold up, yeah, cap on and I got racks on And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on Nigga, your bitch gon leave you, you aint got backbone I dont rely on people, I just go and bread chase, whoa This so fuckin dope, I might catch a fed case, whoa You aint gettin money, nigga, then you dead weight, whoa Got the drop on em, there he go, checkmate, whoa We go drop on em, yall better play it safe, whoa Cap on, and I got racks on Dont be bitter, your dope they reconsider, that shit be stepped on Eastside Johnny way out that project building, I get my rep on Fuck your feelin, no question bitch, I kill it, I bring that check home We old school like domino, my old school made lawyers know My old school a match box, black on black, bad bitch in the back We ballin on a hard top, Dot told yall to call Top Now my number call blocked, we dont miss, we call shots Swervin, I pay em no mind because I curve em She said I look way better in person I told her I do better when Im workin You scared motherfucker? Go to churches Right back in this bitch, take a flick, ho, whats happenin? Yeah We dont politic, money clip like its fashion, yeah Me and Rock go back like flippin mattresses Me and Dot go back like knockin addresses Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on Lil Man-Man not the one to go bad on Big kickstand fold out when you lack on You aint no man, you a mouse in a rat hole I hold band, whole stack, thats factual Called Big Ten on a island bashful Fuck your plan, Ima burn that castle Fuck that clan, Ima burn that task force Its sick murder when I say go Hoppin out that van with the black ski mask And a great big burner when I say go Man I took my chance in the paint like that Lets see how further it might go And it just might hurt you when I go And my name might curse you when I go, bitch God, we trust Fear no man but in God, we trust Both palm in hand, prayin I stay up I know you try your best but its not like us, wow Oh you say you got a bad one? Wow I can tell you never had one, wow We back to back actin maney, wow Eastside Johnny goin stupid, stupid, stupid, wow

One, two, one, two, one two Mm One, two, one, two, one two One, two Turn the headphones up, Ali One, two You mix with Dre, right? Hehehehehe Turn the headphones up When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated Thats enough pressure to live your whole life sedated Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it But I could never rewrite history in a coffin So Im talking to God: Can you wash all these demons off me? This last year been quite similar to a Lear Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered a G5 Gs give high-fives to me and say, Kendrick, just persevere The presence of being real As I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles Thinking, How can I make an example for this generation of Compton? My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished Or turning back to that same accomplice My past life was a child with no act-right Tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent Assuring that some blossom early and some truant Thank God for the album I idolized Its Dark and Plus Hell is Hot—thats the start of this crazy ride Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage And thought we was Jay and Dame Thats the lane that we tried to drive Truthfully, I just started rappin to get away I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse My nigga got hit 25 times with a K Make the decision: Ride the beat or ride in a hearse Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out Soul told me that the record shop bout to go in a drought Q aint got a place to stay and bout to sleep on the couch We eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount Meanwhile, the coast going hard at each other The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs comfort But I aint need it I never screamed out The New West, I didnt believe it They brung each other down, I was planning out my achievements, huh I need to separate myself to stand out, huh I need a better way to take your fans now, huh I need to kill you motherfuckers dead Three hollow-tips aimed at your head Ill be damned if the chopper jam now And we never asked for no handout In the midst of it, all I recall a call when you said how We could never resolve in the Hall of Fame And I went to trial with a Bible and rifle I play the game as I blam-blaow! Holler back at me, nigga And if they said that Im the one, why you asking me, nigga? Cause when the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David And pray to God that you make it or live your life in the Matrix Cause falling off is a sickness—I heard that its quite contagious I need to separate myself to stand out, huh I need a better way to take your fans now, huh I need to kill you motherfuckers dead Three hollow-tips aimed at your head Ill be damned if the chopper jam now And we never ask for no handouts Ill take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now In the midst of it all, was cooking, them pots and pans out Looking forward as four of us forced to form a new clan now Fast-forward as I wait in line for this passport The homies was still poor, with work in a Jansport Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre? Even Vanessa from XXL had told him press play And there goes my fate; now, Im on stage with Snoop Gave me the torch and I ran with it in hot pursuit Rapped with my forefathers, even wreck it with Gaga, too Lyricist of the year, fuck am I posed to do? Rock! Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes Exaggerated shit that we rapped had came true Thought I was aggravated when Warner had let me loose I was honored—see, they was haunted when Mike Jones didnt recoup Cool, cause niggas wont outdo us in the booth Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof I came, I saw, I conquered No shame, I blame all of this on Compton Thinking bout when Sherane tried to set me up Cold game, full circle, they set up her I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs The fight to ignite any wrong and right that I prolong The story, the short film, the glory of him and them The worry of mothers that dont recover when babies killed The trial and the tribulations, the newer Miseducation The view of a body wasting, you knew somebody who aint make it The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question: Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd? Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?

Where you at? Where you from? Whatcha doing over here, motherfucker? Whatcha think? What you bang? This aint no motherfuckin game Now I aint never been no gangsta But I know niggas, know niggas from the darkside Theres some cold killas, cold killas My nigga, you should roll with us, roll with us Married to the more money, more women Now I aint ever been the one thatll pull a gun on you But I know who got em No, I never sold no drugs, homie But I know who got em And I never had no fucking bullets in me But I know who got em Mmmmm, heeeey-heeeeeey If you die tonight, you die tonight Momma might cry tonight if she find you high off the dynamite But to you, well, its just another Friday night Got a nigga feeling kinda nice With the Bible right beside that pile of white Thats what this life is like Now please dont give me a reason, reason Cause I know you wanna keep breathing this evening Ive been killing the game for seasons, believe him That Im the motherfuckin one to breed them and lead em In a league of my own You aint even made it up to my throne You aint even authorized for this song Might be best for you to get goin Best be careful about your tone That shit can hit me wrong and its on I have tried my best to be calm Please dont make me grab that phone Now who you know who came this fucking far From the fucking bottom? Thirty years in this bitch and Im still here Decade after decade And evidently I must be doing somethin right Word to my nigga Eazy Eazy-E C-P-T OG from the other side From the other side Its easy to say you need me When you got everything you want But Its hard for me to believe it Youll find out when Im gone I went from hanging out down at the swap meet To driving some of the hottest cars L.A. has ever seen People been tellin me Ive grown into some kind of monster But they dont know me though, Ive been this way since seventeen Tryna get finances poppin, man, I thought that was the object Til some of my niggas lost they life and then there goes the team My only dream was holding it down, like, fuck who tryna stop us You could get the middle finger or the reddest beam Its your choice, I took this industry by storm, young and black Killing them softly Dont ever call me fortunate, you dont know what it cost me So anybody complaining about they circumstances lost me, homie We aint even talkin, fuck that energy, fuck up off me, ugh! Its easy to say you need me When you got everything you want But Its hard for me to believe it Youll find out when Im gone You look at my lifestyle Im living my life now Im dealing with diligent Benjamin How come my attitude piped down? Im fucking with Ice now Im fucking with shit that you only can get On an oversea flight now You scared of my heights now But still, I got enemies giving me energy I wanna fight now Subliminal, sending me all of this hate I thought I was holding the mic down I thought I was holding my city up I thought I was good in the media You think Im too hood in my video? But really, no clue, you idiot I just cant help myself Even when that record spin Every now and then, you hang yourself Cause I got the green and gold Plus plenty more, But with or without the diamonds, though Im just another Its easy to say you need me When you got everything you want But Its hard for me to believe it Youll find out when Im gone Youll find out when Im gone

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Is your house big? Is your car nice? Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night? Is you well paid? Are your shows packed? If your song played, would they know that? How the thug life? How the love life? How the workload? Is your buzz right? Do the trap jump? Is the plug right? Got your head right? Boy, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist Pretty woman wanna be a rich mans bitch Pretty women want a couple kids Pretty women want a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna push a Benz Come correct and she wont let you in Thumbin through a check, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend? Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Got an enemy that changes dependin what direction Youre facin Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division Youre placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle Youre chasin Keep pretendin, make it real until every cell replaced, erased Pop til its vacant Pop til the wrist pop Pop til he shakin Pop like four on the floor been in rotation No allegation Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation New York nigga be like deadass L.A. nigga be like on the dead homies I was off the porch like Fed-Ex 211, got bread on me K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, dont remember them Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin gym Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early Fade like shadows, the stallion, the cattle A bitches decision for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh The physic, the chemist, the lame Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange Compatible for riches with more to gain I said, nigga, yeah right I dont fair fight but I bear fight Lookin for my next roadkill for the headlight Hangin on my last four kills for the highlights My life, hiii life, high five, bye, bye Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

Try it if it feels right Try it if it feels right, yeah When you try, oh, oh Im tryin—Im just, yeah, Im just, yeah I been out here tryin to see my homecomin And of course, somebodys always gonna say somethin Try and shoot me down for voicin my own opinion Triggerin a part of me thats always been indifferent And I know that we have asked for change Dont be scared to put the fears to shame When you know what you got Sacrifice aint that hard Feel like dependin on me Sometimes we aint meant to be free When you know what you got Sacrifice aint that hard Feel like dependin on me Sometimes we aint meant to be free Open up this letter you aint tryin to read Youve been blind to the subject, but not blind to me And I know that this margin aint too small for me Not too real, not too much anymore, not enough And I know that we have asked for change Dont be scared to put the fears to shame When you know what you got Sacrifice aint that hard Feel like dependin on me Sometimes we aint meant to be free When you know what you got Sacrifice aint that hard Feel like dependin on me Sometimes we aint meant to be free If who I am offends you, dont feel sorry Dont feel, dont feel sorry, dont feel, dont feel sorry My loss is worth more than your wins Im satisfied if it starts over again That is everything, that is everything That is everything, that is everything That is everything— I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop I, stop, I am what you not I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop I, stop, I am what you not I try to make it stop, I pray it will stop

Im the only nigga doin it, you other niggas ruined it Im too legit, go Hammer wit the foolishness My nana said my grammar can maneuver this industry Until Im stupid rich and now Im stupid rich, ah A-woo-woo! Assumin this is what they humor is To Pimp a Butterfly my newest shit In fact the rumor is the way I proven it Im a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, Im a classic man Callin on me like a young O.G, Im a classic man Your needs gettin met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, Im a classic man I burn through the hood like, Whoa When everybodys feeling so cold I cool like Nat King Cole And niggas get a bit of my glow I got charm like a leprechaun, mummafunka Now yall fucking with the wrong mummafunka Chief be like a don, mummafunka And we dont live by the law, mummafunka Even if she go away, even if she go away Even if she go away, even if she go away Im a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, Im a classic man Callin on me like a young O.G, Im a classic man Your needs gettin met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, Im a classic man Thats on my mama though I got piranha flow, fuckin up your designer clothes Where be your rappers angle? Bunch of subliminal bitches, Id rather fingerbang em Oh, ke-mo sah-bee, pray to God nobody try me Catch a body over nothin, Top couldnt even stop me I got key to my city, I got key to California I might legalize your homicide and more marijuana Let my daddy smoke his weed, only thing they keep me friendly I aint got no jewelry on me, bitch, I got the jewelry in me Oh, shit, let me talk my shit, I always been the shit This aint overnight, they love me now like they loved me then I know what I like, I eat the pussy for my nourishment I know how to cherish it I know how to decorate your wall and further furnish it Ima burn your shit down, this is what the furnace is Ima turn your shit around wit some friendly services Aint no nervousness like Im ratchet or conservative And thats affirmative All I do is lay-up and face up my big bills and pay stub Got no chill for fake ones, like, for real, they say Im... Im a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, Im a classic man Callin on me like a young O.G, Im a classic man Your needs gettin met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, Im a classic man Keep my gloves dirty but my hands clean Got to keep the business in the family Breadwinner filling up the pantry Now my niggas slang cane like a dandy I tell you how it go You pull out rubber bands, I pull out an envelope The ladies on my elbow aint for the show Every madam on my team is a top Jeneral, oh Got to be ready for war Should they get into my door? Get em, well get em, I know that well get em Cause I lived through this shit before, oh Im a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, Im a classic man Callin on me like a young O.G, Im a classic man Your needs gettin met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, Im a classic man Even if she go away, even if she go away Even if she go away, even if she go away Im a classic man, old-fashioned man

I dont need, I dont need nobody Please shut the front door and walk right in In the land of the man who rock it hard for them Super Solo Dolo attack, run and tell that If youd like to know, yes, I am on acid Who could it be? K-I-D Searching all day in the streets for DMT Dont sip it, though - it couldnt answer Drip, trip all day - bumpin MGMT, homie Watch on who you hate on, fam, without the facts Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin Ratatat To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that You never seen a nigga like me? I just tell em Im an oxymoron when I open my mouth Cause people talk shit before knowing what Im about But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin for real, its such a trip Hoes around the globe, Im known to have a fet I dont do a thing and these bitches lickin they lips Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker Im not a sucker Better get on back You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts The world know what it be: Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo, C.U.D., repeat it Come, come now, last call, who want some? Its just me, two bitches and dirty drums Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns God blessed my tongue, I need it for life Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs Pondering my next accomplishments Its condescending to say I won Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh? I really want it - need it Break bread - or break fast Before I blast and break legs, ride past And they scream out little Johnny is dead! You wish me well, I wish you Hell Eternity, no such thing as time will tell Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin Whats the definition of water? Sherm sticks, sipped a gallon of it when you caught us Turn quick, I dont wanna play this for my daughter If my son heard it, probably look at you as his father Im proud of myself in a bad way Halfway house, tell it to meet me halfway Im passin out, ass whoopin Your ass lookin for Michelle Obama til I bang on you They couldnt Come, come now, last call, who want some? Its just me, two bitches and dirty drums Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns God blessed my tongue, I need it for life Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs Pondering my next accomplishments Its condescending to say I won Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

Fuck yall want from me? Yall dont want money, yall dont want from me Yall wanna die in the chase of things We all gon die and embrace the thing Trapped inside a burnin church Made it out alive, God know my worth Raw face, Scarface Yall face more defeat, I know it hurts 20 of em, 20 on call Got 20 in my hand, got 20 on judge Gave 20 to my dog, got 20 on girls Thatll fuck you to— Thatll fuck you then fuck you over Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover Take the heart you thought you had Speed off, rollin up life in a taxi cab Opps on the radar How you wanna play ball? –takes all You know what zone Im in Dont care who you with Watch me do my shit Hey hey, ready, set, go crazy Here to finesse, you see Im getting mines A life hit a nigga with a lemons limelight But at night, we still committin crimes, spittin rhymes Bought a coupe with the spinnin rims, get inside Bring a friend, bleedin hands from the genocide Clean me up, beam me up to the other side Brothers die, cause coons turn to butterflies They dont wanna see me sittin in the Benz They dont wanna see me livin on the end Of the city in a citywide bend Show no pity in the city full of sin They dont wanna see me gettin to the check They just wanna see me swimmin in the debt Dont drown on ground, wait until you hear 9-1-1, freeze dead Opps on the radar How you wanna play ball? –takes all You know what zone Im in Dont care who you with Watch me do my shit I move like a millipede When I flex them tendons like rubber trees Young Millie Jackson back to the shit Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory Stack bodies, not figurines Move beneath the surface, submarine Im half machine, obscene with a light sword Look inside the brain, its a riot in the psych ward What you standing on the side for? Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg Spit slick, attack is subliminal Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal Gotham City Streets, Ill play the bleep Crushing any system, that belittles us Antidote to every poison they administer Switch it like time signatures Colors in my aura tend to cover the perimeter Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through Hi-res lasers wanna Wool over your eyes My strength aint nothing like my size Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver Tangle my cords like a weaver Opps on the radar How you wanna play ball? –takes all You know what zone Im in Dont care who you with Watch me do my shit

See, Im an A1 type of guy I crush A1 hoes Rock A1 clothes Drive A1 whips And still pour A1 sauce on my shit I come from the bottom Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice Selling all these Os, nigga, I done did that twice So Im just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life Im like yeah nigga, Im there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga My diamonds all clear nigga, smack my chain you dead nigga I dont know what you heard, and I dont know what you thought But all my dogs they murk, and all my dogs go hard, fuck that My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna I take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip If I aint have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty My gold Role cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40 I get A1 money, Im an A1 nigga Got a A1 swagger, Im getting A1 bitches I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga If they dont love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga Cause I got A1 everything, A1 everything A1 everything, I get A1 everything I got A1 credit, A1 hoes I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes Pray to God, I wash my hand but I be damned 2012, 100 racks to Uncle Sam A 24 year old millionaire Dont read the contract less a mill in there A1 credit, park my car bowlegged I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jay-rome Bettis I grab my dick in the picture, your ho be cropping the image I let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, Ill finish Then come right back, hope you insomniac Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap Bitch Im talking ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca Hit your roof until I pop your top up Then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til I know I gotcha Ballin like Im baldin, then I see Jordan in the mirror Nigga, thats flawless VVS, and CC text me, What you wearing? Puttin my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips, thats power steering About to hydroplane when I board that plane And land inside the building I get A1 money, Im an A1 nigga Got a A1 swagger, Im getting A1 bitches I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga If they dont love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga Cuz I got A1 everything, A1 everything A1 everything, I get A1 everything I got A1 credit , A1 hoes I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes, Im gone!

I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be goin through shit, losin bitches and homies If I dont make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless My moms dont got a job, my pops checks aint enough If aint bringin home that money, my whole family is fucked Thats why I move like the mob, Im watchin movies too much If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest? They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs Since I made it, the city hated, wait, where is the love? I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung Had him on life support, with his family support He knew who shot him but he aint even show up in court Yeah, thats a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga The homie popped him so I hope he dont kill me, nigga Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin Now Im ridin through traffic, with 2Pac blastin With a bitch thats irritatin from all these questions she askin Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where? You aint my main bitch so why the fuck do you care? Thats why bitches get fucked then turn around and get left Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex Im pressed when Im stressed, my granny tell me Im blessed Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin through this shit? Everybody need favors, what happen if I go broke? Or say I aint got it and buy my lolo some spokes Right up in your face, said Ill fuck you up like some mace So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt thats laced Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case Holy shit, oh, lord, where is the world today?! Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin I swear this industry shit, to me, is one big-ass lick I walk inside of a buildin, tell the A&R nigga strip Tell em I need all of my chips, my life been on Section 8 Ive been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake Meanwhile, Im grindin cause drug money aint like rap money Four white kilo, snow-bunny, equal one whole show, dummy Im on this tour bus and Im fucked up I got a bad call, they killed Braze They killed Chad, my big homie Pupp Puppy eyes on my face, bruh And I really be drinkin, why the fuck I really been smokin? What the fuck? Im the sober one Man, Im so stressed out, I cant focus Hide out when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out Speed past in the Cutlass, me and little Ocho Every young nigga hop out Two tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it The price of fame, recognize my pain, its all I know All out war but Im out here though Call my troops like, vamonos Im on this tour bus and Im fucked up I got a bad call, and its all bad Off a OG with my OG and some OE by the tall glass Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin Thats why I really be smokin and I really be drinkin I be goin through some things, you dont know what I be thinkin Whats happenin, nigga? Said nigga got this joint, nigga gon get somethin real, real nice, like You gotta stop playin me with that bullshit Nah, Im serious though, like, already checked it out, feel me? Man, look, check this out, homie, Im with the shits, man, you already know, whats happenin, what you tryna do? Man, nigga tryna get paid, like, is you serious or is you playin? Nigga, is you serious, nigga? Whats up, nigga? You know where I live at, nigga Nigga Im done straight bout to pull up, though, nigga, for sure, Ill holler Aight, hold on, though My nigga, this shit cool? You aint tryna, you feel me, like? Like, whats up, nigga? Nah, you my nigga, cuz!

Yeah, what’s up? Welcome to America baby Home of the brave, American Dream, you know? Uh, yeah, yeah Let’s go I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream First, they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream You either good or you great, you either real or you fake Thats why I stay spittin the real because the real ones relate Yall must was raised by some haters, you niggas go ahead and hate F-F-Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I aint fall for the bait So focused and Im determined, can see that shit in my face You niggas go head and face it, lil bitch, aint shit bout me basic Hit a lick on them bitches and went and iced out a bracelet Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe First, my president was black, now my president is wack I aint never going broke, whats American in that? I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream First, they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake Then I put it on plate, Im running the game, you running in place Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch Im a hunnid-and-eight Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight Running from state to state, gun in the waist for safety Im on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there? I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy? Yall make this shit sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP Hoping one day they can be thee Niggas is there on the screen Cause thats the American Dream Now here go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings Or the unbearable pain of watching em walk out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care about the name White folks been getting rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I dont got time to explain Out of fear that I wont reach em and since preaching aint my thing I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my real niggas trapped inside the game You know that already I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream First, they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream These streets made for ballin Ten toes aint for fallin I hear the world callin Tell me if ya all in Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin man Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin man Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Make sure the level is tight Ali Like real tight Check -- Yeah, come come now Soul Brother No. 2, Im the one now Sun up to sundown, still kickin that shit Put your gun down I come in peace like a extraterrestrial being Eat me a meteor and walk across the moon barefeet But dont nobody rhyme like this no more Call me the 2010 Rakim I got soul, theres more in store Feel like a CVS, open 24 Spent nights tryin to overshadow my shadow For niggas tryin to block my light like a solar eclipse I bring a knife to a fist fight and when I cut a record So when I cut the cheese, shit you know what it is Mr. Absoulutely the most incredible at this So adjust your bass, your treble and then Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Finna break this blunt down and burn me up one Then sip on this Remy til it turn me up some For me its more difficult to be simple Than it is to be complex as a lot of apartments You niggas comedy, Im laughing at you probably We are not the same, theres no strand of monotony Between you and I until we die Revelations say you either fry or fly And its hard to find God when you aint never seen him Its pie in the sky and theres bodies on the cement And I know you lookin at me like, You dont speak English I bring the heat like a phoenix, a son under Phoenix sun And Im rootin for the Lakers when they play the Phoenix Suns I aint really into sports, thats just where Im from Long Term Two And if its in your possession then follow the directions my dude Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Come come now Pac told me fuck the world, Im bout to cum now Ive been a pro, but now Im profound Propane on posers, restraining from the doja Imagine if I smoke, I probably come up with a quote So heavy youll forget every album you heard from Hova Or 2pacalypse Im Hub Citys novelist Come and get your scholarship, Im taking kids to school A pool full of spit, dive in, Im bout to drool Youll drown trynna backstroke on concepts that I wrote I was a black sheep, but now Im just a goat And Im bout to elope, married to the game joe This is hip hop at its finest, whered you find this? In a Ziploc Til the wheels fall off, fuck a pit-stop or what not Where my tear drop? I murdered it My pot-holes is turbulence Im in the sky wit it When you listening to Kendrick, just Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some This for my niggas that really rap all night No sleep, do it with your eyes closed I can see your vision from Del-Amo Poppa took the television, but left the radio Ill niggas, wack niggas, whats the ratio? Is this shit degrading or inspirational? Ill have you know I mustve wrote about a thousand rhymes, a thousand times I give you my word Cause I just gotta be heard I just gotta be heard I just gotta be heard Said I gotta be, yes sir I gotta be Heard, heard, heard, heard Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some

I dont read the XXL Tote a .45 at the church, think Im destined for hell, oh well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece Its bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets Im from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in Blood, nigga In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Momma aint show, grandma almost pulled the plug nigga Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas Five shots to the head cause Im a Blood nigga Nuttin brewing but suwooing where the fuck Im from You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin down Green Leaf No peace so dont get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef Mommas mourning they sons, Im talking real grief Real funerals of them lost Juveniles Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner dont need no sheets, capisce? Im sayin, stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a casket what he pray in Compton streets raised me Cant tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy I said she see no evil, she dont hear nothing at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, Ima see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then? I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that youll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones And I require my hearts desire and when I reap what I sow I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a Jag A car for my dogs, with a roof full of glass But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud thats been watered down since my first chopper blast But fuck that, Im not worried, even when its scary Skrrt off makin them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of em gon is gone is burried Shirt off when precedure, resuscitation came early I need you to keep quiet as a mouse Which is ironic cause rats is what Im talking about Im hearin the sonics of gun fire The whispers, the silent cries Even though I know its an eye for an eye I said she see no evil, she dont hear nothing at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, Imma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then? I was born a soldier, ride or die for mine Tattooed tears and a lawyer, tried to give me life Heaven can you hear me? Cause I know that hell can So heaven can you heal me? Im only just a man, oh You want to go to Compton? Nigga Ill take you there Hub City bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code, a niggas calling from the pen Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within And then, your momma never see you again Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up, huh Niggas can’t hear you talking from the sky And only five year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie Karma catches up to all you head honchos 2 dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco Shit get real though inside the Foxhills though Nigga living that fast life and get killed slow Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets My grandmother’s prayers saved you niggas I never wanted peace Los Angeles, I’m the motherfucking King here No first 48 cause muhfuckers don’t sing here, huh I said she see no evil, she dont hear nothing at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, Ima see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then?

Before we walk, we must crawl We run when temptation calls Before we walk, we must crawl We run when temptation calls Left side, left side, hey Right side, right side, hey Yeah, often Im caught up in confusion, in need of dissolution They tell me the solution to see through this illusion Im living A few friends killed, a few sent to prison Our mamas tried to warn us, but few tend to listen See, we running the streets, in search of some trouble, at least A couple of freaks to sneak home with Now she ride a nigga dick, just like she owned it So every time I wanna hit, I bet you she on deck She got the bad lips, bad hips, damn shawty Slim waist, Gina face, Pam body Met her in the club, little liquor led to love Thats the reason why my niggas cant find me, good golly Look, shawty, aint no need for games I know a nigga still young, but I don seen some things If its cool to talk, let me ease your pain This is food for thought, let me feed your brain Your ex-man did you dirty, did he leave a stain? When them losers talk, tell em please refrain. I refuse to stop, dont freeze the frame Cause tonight, I got you calling out Jesus name, hey Left side, left side, hey Right side, right side, hey Before we walk, we must crawl But we run when temptation calls Left side, left side, hey Right side, right side, hey Before we walk, we must crawl But we run when temptation calls Often Im caught up in confusion in tryna find solutions To try and pimp the system thats a form of prostitution, Im ready The city probably see me as a nuisance, deadly Singing the Devils song in a repetitive medley, I know But shorty fire and she admire that Im a pyro Maniac, I said Where you at, and do you have Geico? I need insurance that you could sex me the best. And she started sexting through texts And sent pictures under her dress Got them G-Strings, she beasting for the pleasure and pain I was a weakling, so I cling to her under my name Gave her the ding-ding, then ding ding, the bell ringing again It was intriguing that she seen, dont no stand No flow, keeping it wet, making it rain Beg your pardon, dont blowjob, she no jobs like Tommy from Martin The blowjobs, she blow hard like a Nintendo cartridge That blowjob had genius like Mozart Got blowjob, then put it in her trunk like Goyard Im starting off with that Cuevo Shop on Rodeo, house in the Dagos We like to fuck and watch the day go by Hasta luego, drop the potato Shes hot, what can I say, yo? Left side, left side, hey Right side, right side, hey Before we walk, we must crawl But we run when temptation calls Left side, left side, hey Right side, right side, hey Before we walk we must crawl But we run when temptation calls Im losing temptation

Nigga, tell the world I’m Compton, Compton, nigga, I’m Compton Big-ass condom, motherfuck your problems Make sure that you don’t bring your man to my concert I want you to suck my whole band after concert Compton, Compton, nigga, I’m Compton Big-ass condom, motherfuck your problems I’m killin’ every instrumental and I cosign em And no 360 deals, see, thats advance at McDonald’s I spazz like a wino, time and time a- -gain, I often wonder where the time go, my daddy and my mom know I stomp a rapper like a Kappa, beat him like a congo Then speed off in a Bronco, O. J.​ Often reminisce about the old days, Hardaway/Alonzo Back then, we was wearin LA Gears with the rhinestones Nowadays, I’m comin headfirst like a rhino I rhyme like I invented it, my wordplay is unlimited Now nigga, spin my vinyl, club going apeshit Rap like I ain’t ate shit, shit on any A-list Artist, you a novice, I’m recordin on a spaceship And we never nodded to your sing-le, King K D.O.T. is E.T.A. Primetime, new clothes Close-minded niggas gettin clotheslined, I suppose Bitch, I think I’m 2Pac, bitch, I think I’m B.I.G.​ Bitch, I think I’m Eazy-E, I’m Big L and I’m ODB And OMG, I might OD, yeah, that be my new tape That’s appreciation tape, thanks for knowin that I’m great Middle finger to the fake… fuck you! I’m the center of attention, Hut one, Hut two And my bitch a mutt too, mixed with all type of shit Got the keys to her pad like I’m bout to type and shit Got em all hype and shit, I ain’t even do nothin Screamin out “Fuck the world”, tell you when I’m through nuttin Compton, Compton, nigga, I’m Compton Big-ass condom, motherfuck ya mama! I go inside the studio, a suicide bomber! I bomb on Obama if that nigga get in my way I’m smellin some vagina, yall niggas is clitoris Must be already dead, sayin I ain’t killin it I’m in the lead and winnin it, feelin like a stunt double Im convinced we already in hell, pass the blunt, devil Yall talkin Illuminati, I’m talkin eliminatin Everyone, includin Satan, Lord knows heaven waiting I’m the best rapper alive! I’m the best rapper alive! I’m the best rapper alive! Tell Wayne to swallow his pride Yall niggas talkin that jive, I’m talkin that Malcolm X Martin Luther hustles through to dip right through your fucking set I’m the best rapper alive! I’m the best rapper alive! I’m the best rapper alive! Jigga man should’ve retired I’m goin after Kanye, Lupe Fiasco, and Nas Snoop Dogg and mister Andre, Eminem, Busta Buss Rhymes Yall better bust no more rhymes, I’ma start bustin your ass If you walk wit a Mack Truck, then throw a bus on your ass! Yall be no action, no pass, we gon’ start bustin on niggas Choppers be bustin’ on niggas? Chopper be bustin’ on niggas! Fuck you and fuck you fuck niggas, I’m do this for Soul-o Ain’t not countdown to fuck wit us, TDE, that’s the logo And your bitch be my promo, yeah, she know my whole tape I’ma make a nasty movie and make sure that ho tapes They be like, Oh no, wait, he’s bout to take the whole cake You goddamn right, got a big appetite wit a big tapeworm, every day, I yearn Another meal, I’m hungry, give some to my homie Nigga, we made men and cavemen, livin in the stone age I got this ignorant type shit, from my uncle Tony And may my nigga rest in peace, from heaven, I know you see I’m Compton, Compton, nigga, I am Compton A big-ass condom, motherfuck the LAPD DA, and your honor got pumped up on Alondra Trap my body, free my mind, hopin y’all could see the sign Kendrick Kendrick, Kendrick Lamar

Stone-cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder, ha Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see Its murder, its murder Murder, murder Murda dem down, kill em dead Bullet to the dome, to the head Murda dem down, kill a yout Don fi pull up on di man and What it look like? See, murda dem down, kill em dead Bullets come down from the air Murda dem down, kill a yout Don fi pull up on di man and What it look? Theres the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Its murder, its murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see Its murder, its murder Murder, murder Its been a 187 in this bitch! Murder this, murder listen, hear that Suburban whippin? Tinted windows, right at your wifey And I bet you miss her Reload the Pro Tools and we throw the clip in both trays Thats one on the left and one in the right hand Scottie Pippen, both ways Been doin drive-bys Got this music industry timeline lookin like Rosecrans When these niggas throw up them signs high Im talking about that bottom, where its high crimes Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep them thighs high Sometimes, I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury em Cause delirium, mass hysteria, no scarier area Im very aware hip-hop needed something to carry it So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot And you way too fuckin close, beware the barrier This is Hub City, nigga, dont make us embarrass you Man, you should be realistic, these niggas round here ballistic We did the numbers, and you looking like another statistic Theres the stone-cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Its murder, its murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see Its murder, its murder Murder, murder Recognize what live inside these eyes Ima ride until the dead has risen Live in a project building, dodging the module ceilings I ride, Ima ride in a stolen Jeep Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision Mama tried counseling, five plans for Kendrick My family ties had sabotaged Rosecrans existence My aliens on surveillance, they paid me a visit Our stadiums packed, Raiders in black Curls dripping, silver bullet, palladium in my strap I lie on the side of a one-way street Nowhere to go, death all I can see I say Fuck is up? I fuck em up Your suppers up, and somethings up I hope he no can walk the tightest rope before the double-dutch Broke plenty records with this weapon, I protect it under oath My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life, fuck your hope Fuck your mama. fuck your daddy, fuck your dead homie Fucked the world up when we came up, thats Compton, homie! Murder, murder Murder... murder Its all murder... murder Ahh! Murder, murder Murder, murder Its been a 187 in this bitch!

I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan Figure I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune Uh, every time I’m in my city, I be acting like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin Me Against the World—hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes Michael Jordan Bounce-bounce ho, bounce-bounce This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head Or fuck my enemys bitch, acting bad and getting rich Pull up on these 26’s, I’m a vanity slave I’m a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see I’m a Comp-town representer, a concrete back-flipper A.K.A that nigga, dont wuwwy! I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see This is HiiiPower, since the Eddie Bauer I been popular I’m popping now, every other hour paparazzi come You jocking her, let her be a ho, why you stopping though? We stopping the traffic, what you know bout them hockey pucks? Skating on em, why you hating on em? You should learn from em Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming I don’t know why your bitch wanna fuck me I don’t know why Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink Ridin round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin Me Against the World, hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes Man, the game chose me, what am I to do? The only thing I did wrong was make it possible I diddy bop and make them titties pop Out there on my bumper like a city cop Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it Pussy crazy, pussy crazy You fuck niggas, you pussies crazy Man, I know I can’t tell you about the world homie But I know I can tell you about your girl homie Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy, I fuck nigga, I know you hate me I know they pay me too much of attention Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned I need me an engine that go real fast Call it hall of fame once it haul ass Give me tall glass, Coconut Cîroc Please, no soda pop, I make my solo pop Life’s a bitch, her pussy crazy But I make that pussy pay me Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin Me Against the World, hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes, Wayne told me that… I remember tripping, walking through the set Like my Glock don’t think Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see I’m from Hoover man, high as Superman, shit you Lois Lane You pussy man with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong We fucked her homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong You know I’m gon turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough? My paper long, yep, you left alone, y-y-you gets no fucks Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round Your bitch texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I’m done I can be her number two and you can be her number one Her pussy’ crazy, her pussy crazy You fuck niggas! Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin Me Against the World, hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and thats just how it goes

Seasons change Theres still time for us to run away Seasons change Theres still time for us to run away Seaso— Sanbonan endlini USjava kaJama Indlalifa igama leynsizwa Mina, ngphuma le enzansi, kwafel ubala Insizwa uma ina-thirty five, kthiwa is indala Laph engphuma khona mawphuma khona bathi awfiki la Ngyamangala, uma ngi-la Bebathi ngyophelel emoyeni Beba right, manje ngiynkanyezi Njengoba ngiktshela ngempilo yami Ngfuna uthathe nayi imfundiso yami Ithemba alibulali Ukube lyabulala ngabe nihamba phezkwami Poverty, jealousy, negativity Ngith aknandawo la Go away Poverty, jealousy, negativity Ngith aknandawo la Go away I cried when lil bruh died Got high and watched the sunrise Wiggle on em if its one time They done hung all of my people I love all of my people Im in the slums with all of my people They tryna tell us that we all equal We get no justice so it aint peaceful, yeah They can bluff you, they can beat you Paid attorney, we gon need it Momma told me there was demons And she aint never lied on her Jesus She worked her ass off just to feed us She went to Ross to cop the new Adidas She used to tap in with all the teachers They wasnt teachin nothin, its no secret Whole lotta crime, lil niggas beefin We gotta keep it or end up a victim Trapped in the system, traffickin drugs Modern-day slavery, African thugs We go to war for this African blood We go to war for this African blood When I put niggas on, it was all out of love You was disloyal, cant call it no love Poverty, jealousy, negativity Ngith aknandawo la Go away You know we off the stove with it We stove whippin, niggas know we gon get it Dodgin cops Fuck around and get locked, you aint never comin home with it Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer Dont shit on my past, you aint come from manure You see Reason and you see LA But bitch I aint come for no ruin Just know all of my niggas, we struggled for it Had to hustle for it, cried puddles for it My pops watched his sister get locked for it I done seen my niggas get knocked for it like {gunshot} Gimme that, I carry Del Amo like a piggyback I carry my city like guilt that aint got no forgiveness No way out, shit we locked in the system Catch a case and they not gon forgive ya White skin, you be out before Christmas Shit, auntie missed eight of those days Tears from me, had to pray those days Had to slave those days Shit, we had to hit up a couple hood giveaways those days Thank God for every inch that he gave us Thank God for everything cause he made us Like when that car bent the block, blat blat Hit the homie but we made it to ER and he saved us Thinkin that he couldve died, nigga We was prayin to the sky and his momma cried rivers Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge Had to drop, bullets popped and they killed him Worst part is that it sound so familiar I am TChalla, I am Killmonger One world, one God, one family Celebration

Freak bitch keep starin at the Draco Type to lob up all my summer, make my days long Fuck up a bitch nigga in my bae clothes Askin question, all my friends are fake hoes Double R, no triple six, youre typin less Used to do it nine to five, no double shift If he dont share the ho, hes not my friend He playin greedy with the bitch, come get your mans Durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench Your energy is triple six and mine is blessed Thank God I put them crosses on before we met What time we takin off today? My type of stress I send them boys, my boys surprise, they gon collect Aint seen your ass in bout two weeks, but how you doin? But this Bugatti cost me three, I ten-to-two it Ooh, Jacques, you a asshole If its beef, its pedigree, my dogs gon chew it Takin blues right after blues is how she blew it Ate the whole bag fore it got to me, she runnin through it Keep talkin wreck when we do crashes, have insurance Talkin money when Im on the Peloton for the endurance Got IQ and she cute, so she special And I like the way she bounce it, instrumental I cant fall in love, its fuckin up my mental I cant fuck with bitch niggas on the menstrual Too good, 2 AM, I need the fade I like you at 4 AM when it aint safe And she with it, with the blicky when its late She roll me one, I dick her down, she tie my braids up She go out, I go in, its okay She keep powder on her nose, its not no makeup Bandana silky on her braids is how they lay up She need a light, she need a taste— taste— ta— ta— ta— Durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench Huh, Im big rich Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho You know Im crazy like my mama, ho-ho You know I get it from my mama, ho-ho Dont talk to your mama crazy, ho-ho, have a baby, ho Give me top and braid my hair, not while Im prayin, though Dont be eyeballin your sister, ho-ho, smokin mystical Two hoes gettin physical, huh, more like scissorin Kiss a bitch, no Listerine, clitoris flickerin Pussy taste like tangerine You went back to your ex on me, huh, just to flex on me But that shit dont mean anything, quit textin me You got an innocent face, I stroke it You got good taste, when we met, I left you frozen I know you wanna be a rich nigga focus You love me because I get the check and throw it Durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Huh-huh, durag activity Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench You big stench in my life, you big stench

You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my— I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin, bangin, baby mama rockin yayo Was always grandmas baby, moms always kept in veil I swear my cousin want me bangin, settin Nigga, fuck all that, tryna go on my road I can take you back, nigga, round 04 You can do clown dance, Ima rob that store You can paint your face, Ima kick down doors Ima shoot my gun, Ima free my loc Ima sell her tongue, Ima tan that coke Ima dark my lungs, Ima heal my soul Ima stack my bread, Ima cop that boat Ima get them Ms, Ima whip that Ghost You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my— I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin, bangin, baby mama rockin yayo 50 Crip, contraband for chips, sold all kinda shit You know we on, turned that white to stone, just dont call my phone From scrub to boss, shit my necklace gloss, plus my Bentley cost You poppin pills, shit, we sellin pills, pussy sell in heels Her booty fat, fuck her gluteus max, Im still that groovy cat Off 51st, yeah, we pushin work, all my pots is burnt My section turnt, see my soda rise, dimes be supersized Say yes to dope, cop that Enz and O You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my— I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin, bangin, baby mama rockin yayo Was always grandmas baby, moms always kept in veil I swear my cousin want me bangin, settin You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my—

I take a sip of Hennessy and then get pissy drunk I aint a drinker, Im a thinker, call it what you want But if you turn your back, know that you just missed your chance To witness the realest shit thats ever been told to man I found myself losing focus at a Sunday service Embarrassed so I start questioning God, What is my purpose? He said to live the way he did, thats all he want from me Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first Sunday I said alright, enthused that my Lord gave a listen I opened my Bible in search to be a better Christian And this from a person that never believed in religion But shit, my life is so fucked up, man; I cant help but give in Im giving testimonies to strangers I never met Hopped on the pulpit and told them how I was truly blessed Felt like Im free from all my sins when the service was over Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered Then lost my faith again What am I gonna do Gotta have faith Life is too much Im just through Where is your faith? Faith All you need is the size of a mustard seed Single black parent from Compton raising children of four Thats four innocent bastards cause, papa, they dont know Her day consists of working back and forth with babysitters Cant find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister Her baby daddy aint bout shit, that nigga aint bout shit Spilt his daughter milk just to cop a new outfit She pray to God every night, hoping that hell mature And maybe one day his kids something that hell live for Baby wanna go back to school, but she need some help Because its hard trying to pay the bills when youre by yourself She thought about credit card scams, til she heard a voice That said, The Devil is a lie, make a better choice And so its back to McDonalds and every month dealing With those crazy ass people at the county building Looked to the heavens and asked Him to make a better way Then got a letter in the mail, lost her Section 8 Then lost her faith again What am I gonna do Gotta have faith Life is too much Im just through Where is your faith? Faith All you need is the size of a mustard seed I had dreams of holding a 9 milla to Rays killa Ask him why as my eyes fill up Each day it gets more realer, orangutans bang like gorillas Its jungle when the niggas in zoo The rats lurking, vultures circling the serpents Cats lying through they teeth, my nigga didnt deserve it I flirted with the ideal of caressing the steel To make karma come faster than she normally will Its ill, to see my faith try and leave me Its so hard to get it, to get rid of it is easy Im tryna reach Cloud 9, thats what my niggas bout But it never rain in California unless the pistols out Until then, my feet planted on the ground Shadowboxing my conscience till my faith start responding And if I get no answer, just know I tried I should have never looked into his sons eyes Rayshawn Boyce What am I gonna do Gotta have faith Life is too much Im just through Where is your faith? Faith All you need is the size of a mustard seed This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard Your minds slipping, wondering, Is there really a God? Knowing you shouldnt think that way and trying to freeze your brain But whenever theres pain, that feeling forever remains We cant believe what we cant see and reality seems stronger than prayer Cause you tried to change your life, and now you live in a wheelchair And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares Searching for answers, thats human nature, you aint in the wrong Just know when you feeling that way His Spirits in the room I watched people I know pray and catch the Holy Ghost And wonder why I aint ever caught that feeling before Maybe they know Him better, or I dont know no better But what I do know, is that Hes real and He lives forever So the next time you feel like your worlds about to end I hope you studied because Hes testing your faith again Id rather not live like there isnt a God Than die and find out there really is Think about it

The hardest thing for me to do Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars Thats the hardest thing Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton On the curb writing raps next to a gunshot On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled Everyone I knew was either Crip or Piru Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school With that being said, each one of their rivals Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back And I dont even push a line, Im just tryna push these rhymes In the midst of staying neutral and discrete My momma said youre judged by the company you keep But what you can consider, that if it goes down Theyll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga So if you ask what Im doing Im tryna duck the influence of my city thats brewing, real talk, and This is why they fuck with me This is why they fuck with me Im no gangster, no killer, Im just your average Joe But one thing you should consider, Im the realest you know I was walking from Centennial When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like hol up Where you from? I dont bang Where you stay? Westside, thats a Piru gang to be exact Well aware they had blue across they hat Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac Shots rang out, hoping to God I wasnt wet Crossed across Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet Chirped the homies on the I-95, they said they already knew What happened, and meet em outside the garage Never seen that many guns in my life I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in Somebody said, fall back, we gon make these niggas suffer You my brother like a frat, and thats just to remind you Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck, but This is why they fuck with me This is why they fuck with me Im no gangster, no killer, Im just your average Joe But one thing you should consider, Im the realest you know I dont do black music, I dont do white music I do everyday life music Give em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it You say you through, but Ive been through it, now thats cold And this is for my county building children In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering I use perseverance in this mad city Where the niggas drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats Bernie Mac died, its no joke Dont ask why if you dont know about these killers and thieves Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but Im high off life I could fall out the sky like twice And land in the land of the AKs And the minivans where the fan never on Cause its hotter than a lunatics underarms in a straitjacket In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, you know? This is why they fuck with me This is why they fuck with me Im no gangster, no killer, Im just your average Joe But one thing you should consider, Im the realest you know So there you have it But Imma leave you with this An O.G. once told me A real gangster is either dead or in jail Or behind the scenes getting real money Im gone

Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin face? What you say? Oh, you havent? Alright, wait, bitch Two-phone Baby Keem, fuck you mean? I am here, ho Ice cream, booger colored piss, Sub-Zero No ho hookers in my clique, we dont fear, ho Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit I gotta wait I gotta politic, I got a bae Aint no apologies when I get paid A dermatologist, I want the face Dont talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho Pussy watery, I duck the tuna fish, ho, ho Yeah, uh, these niggas actin like groupie, huh Lil bitch, she wanna get mad cause I keep on lookin all in her booby, huh I got the furniture options, my U-Haul moving coochie to coochie, huh I buy the toe when I shop it, rock band on toosie, now I look spooky, huh, huh Easy there, boy Shit get greedy there, boy I rep pg there, boy My gang need me there, boy If my sex tape leak, your bitch on TV there, boy Watch her please me there, boy Shit get greedy there, boy I must admit, I am a mess, I cannot fix it, mm Lil baby thick, Margiela sweats, look at my dick print, mm Fuck all the rats, if you confess, that is a big hit, huh Fuck all the rats, if you confess, it get addressed, bitch Have you ever been punched in your motherfuckin face? What you say? Oh, you havent? Alright, wait, bitch I want the fade Give me my fade, I want the fade I need the fade We gotta fade, give me my fade We gotta fade Give me my fade, I want the fade I need the fade Run me my fade

Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, I know, its been a minute Dont you know? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, you need me I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me Big marbles, nigga I lead this new generation, boy, dont argue with us Marvelous beat selectors, authors, and novel spitters And its all for the literature And its all for the hideous, the nastiest flows, the Chlamydia, uh I aint afraid to say I need you, ah, yeah I promise Id never leave you, ah, yeah My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write For sure, my folks unite soon as the flow get nice The poltergeist that scare emcees, my prototype for every My share of deeds and R.I.P.s You know my type of style is like my everything Apparently, my appetite stay famished Bite no hand that feed The culture vulture die and bleed My focus hold these thoughts and dreams Control this pen Boldest lines of rhymes and things Devote my time and mind it seems Im posed to shine, remind Im king Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends The pros, the cons, the diamond rings Im full with time but Ima bring The soul divine and cross between Whats yours and mines, the gold, the green The ropes that show just what it mean Then grab Shakur right by the wing And fly before my vocals For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock Hit the Pookie and pit stops Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, its love I know ya Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, yeah, you need me Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me? Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me Kept burnin til they anointed me one of the kings of Black history And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply Them bars and I spit em like darts til they puncture your kidney You trash and it dont matter how much you gon try to convince me And you gon make my gun cock and talk a whole nother way, yo Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake em So rude, Im so ice cold but Im what you need to just wake em All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin for me to just take em When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it Cause Im the god of the harder, the martyr, the father I spit a saliva thats leaking a lava Completin the saga while meetin and greetin And beating you niggas, completely conquer Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie Bikini your broad up See me, now give me the startup and treat me You greet me and meet me with arms up So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep I was sleep, now the gods up, hmm Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental Focus on whats most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental Do I have your entendimiento? While I clap these raps like thunders Look over your shoulder, boy, and wonder Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, you need me Dont you know, baby? Dont you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Thats right He got catalog, you understand? This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay? He can go all day

They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup When you see me in your town, say wassup Roll around, say wassup Even ones who wear the crown say wassup, that’s wassup Break it down, that’s wassup Blow a pound, that’s wassup, aye That’s wassup Thats wassup That’s wassup And my taillight broke like a promise, homie This the realest shit I wrote, on my momma, homie My teachers used to call my momma on me Now Im a rapstar and I could fuck my momma’s homies Me and ScHoolboy hit the liquor store Chocolate Swisher burn slow, how sweet? Who got the dro? Who tryna chief? Like Pocahontas daddy And Im off that granddaddy kush, Im finna start a family Im ghetto, my Kool-Aid need mo sugar Five-star suite, you aint know, suga? I’m chilling, bumping Anita Baker Caked up, they wonder why I don’t need a baker But really though, I just need a hater So I ask em for their number when I see a hater Ask Obama if I don’t know about presidents Keep them dead motherfuckers resting in my money clip They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup When you see me in your town, say wassup Roll around, say wassup Even ones who wear the crown say wassup, that’s wassup Break it down, that’s wassup Blow a pound, that’s wassup, aye That’s wassup Thats wassup That’s wassup Look up in the mirror and my gangsta told me, what it do? Capn Crunch and Top Ramen all a nigga ever knew Got a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar, too Who that nigga standing over there? That’s that nigga, Q What it do? Thats wassup, bang this in your Tonka truck Everybody rocking Chucks and pistol packing, that’s a must Sagging and my ass showing, mami and the cops knowing All I wanna do is smoke a blunt, let it bump Yeah, Im looking in the mirror and the nigga said, wassup, Rock? And that nigga looked back at me and said, boy, you certified Took my 87 Regal, put it in a chop shop Stash spot, .45, run up, you gonna die Looking for a pretty bitch who can twerk it and throw it back Nigga diss me, no, I aint missing, Im throwing shots back Jay Rock, top cat, and Im still a Top Dawg Boxed in that Porsche box like Im fighting southpaw They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup When you see me in your town, say wassup Roll around, say wassup Even ones who wear the crown say wassup That’s wassup Break it down, that’s wassup Blow a pound, that’s wassup, aye That’s wassup Thats wassup That’s wassup Im Soulo, take a photo, blowing do-do in a dojo We a green light, you a no-go, hey Q, go No, Rock, go Im a rock though, like Barack though And my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall Give it back though, I got yall Nah, fuck that, Im a ball hog No, fuck that, they gon fall off Got a sawed-off, Imma hop out, let it all off Hop back in, then I haul off We situated, we hit the pavement so hard We all got ground to play with A challenger is like last year calendars Yup, youre all outdated We all amazing, you all can hate it You can live or die, that’s your ultimatum Married to the game, at the altar wasted A pound of white rice on the tribe of Asians Niggas, theyll ride for me, bitches, they desire me And whats the one thing they hate the most? Saying bye to me They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup When you see me in your town, say wassup Roll around, say wassup Even ones who wear the crown say wassup That’s wassup Break it down, that’s wassup Blow a pound, that’s wassup, aye That’s wassup Thats wassup That’s wassup

Yeah, what Mustard on the beat, hoe R.I.P., its the remix killer Mike Jack was alive, Id remix Thriller Trapstar, 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 YG, 4 hunnid! 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 Uh, I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money Its tha world! 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 Lets go! 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, wassup R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P., we just killed the club Took Patrón 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 Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug Pull up in bitch shit 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 bag 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, bick back Mausberg, 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 Comp-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 Patrón 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 Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug Look, 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 A-a-a-and the molly make the white girl look Chinese Okay, OHB, my niggas out here ballin And all these fake ass artists, yall niggas out here drawin O-o-o-okay now dearly departed, I bought a plane, I departed And if you started from the bottom Gon and come out the closet, hah 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 A-a-a-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 Patrón 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 Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug R.I., R.I., R.I.P R.I., R.I., R.I.P R.I.P., we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug R.I., R.I., R.I.P R.I., R.I., R.I.P R.I.P., we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug

Ridin with them boys and girls and were high All we want to do is have a good time Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life Pray that we make it to twenty-one Oh, oh, we make it to twenty-one Ridin with them boys and girls and were high All we want to do is have a good time Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life Pray that we make it to twenty-one Oh, oh, we make it to twenty-one Im glad we was able to talk about her vice and her evils There is an even more important topic Id like to discuss The dysfunctional bastards of the Ronald Reagan era Young men that learned to do everything spiteful This is your generation Live fast and die young Whos willing to explain this story? Ridin with them boys and girls and were high All we want to do is have a good time Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life Pray that we make it to twenty-one Oh, oh, we make it to twenty-one Ridin with them boys and girls and were high All we want to do is have a good time Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life Pray that we make it to twenty-one

Ayy this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption life Know what Im talkin bout? Hol up Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or Win, win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas aint shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win Big Jay Rock go , on 10, 10, 10, 10s Exit at 4 , bring friend, friend, friend, friends Matte black two-door , jump in, in, in, in You might wanna keep score I win, win, win, win Forearm tattoos , thats squad, squad, squad, squad All of them gon shoot Dont try, try, try, try I walk in room , their eyes wide, wide, wide Third album comin soon Im glad yall gon die I aint chasin after no bitch I got bigger plans than stayin rich Ive been tapped in since I was six I tap dance all on a brick And your diamonds like tap water That shit way too foggy These VVSs way awesome Parked CLS for baby mama Drop to your death without warnin Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or , win win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas aint shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win Fuck niggas dont stay outside when I play outside I put the beats on em, Im like Dre outside I got the Bay outside, and L.A. outside And if you act bad, Ill bring the K outside Go and get your money, bitch None of my niggas on some funny shit I can tell real by who you runnin with Im all in the field, duck huntin shit Hit my plug just to re-up and he was like, Boop, here Migo knew just what it was Flipped the whole dub and gave it back, Boop, yeah 911, no mileage, baby, 9 ball, but no violence, baby My trigger finger got callus, baby My bare knuckles got talent, baby Im all in the wind with it, on Deuce line, Ive been with it She too fine, I been hit it, crashed two times, I limo-tinted My new ride, Im ridin with the toaster 12 better not pull me over Championship goin dumb, nothin to somethin, I won, bitch Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or , win win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas aint shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win

Okay baby All I got to say baby Thats Robin Thicke And Im 2 Chainz baby Talk to me Let me see that body language I said talk to me Let me see that body language Girl give it to me Girl you know what it do Girl give it to me I got somethin brand new Girl give it to me Ill put it all on you Girl give it to me Woooh, I got a gift for yah I got this for yah A little Thicke for yah A big kiss for yah I got a hit for yah Big dick for yah Let me give it to yah Baby, baby I gotta car for yah I got a whip for you Black card for yah Ball hard for you I know you wanna get fancy I know you wanna start dancin Hey, girl You know youre lookin so damn fly You lookin like you fell from the sky You know you make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make you so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you Girl give it to me Girl give it to me Girl give it to me Girl give it to me Ooh whats that girl? Whats that baby? I like that, girl I like that, baby On your back girl On your back Yeah shake it like that girl Baby, baby I got an eye for yah I got an eye for yah I got a smile for yah Cheese Let me put it on your face for you Please I got a taste for you Tasty I bought lace for you Freaky Ill put it on you So I can come and take it off you And get it off to you Hey, girl You know youre lookin so damn fly You lookin like you fell from the sky You know you make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make you so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you Highly respected Black Michael Jackson When the DJ bring it back I pump it back like a chiropractor Im at the main event Baby you the main attraction What I need a script and a camera for? Lets put this thing in action Lets put this thing in action Lets put this thing in action 2 Chainz All the things collapsin Lets put this thing in action Lets put this thing in action 2 Chainz Gave your girl a chain reaction Youre like a needle in a haystack I wanna sit you where my face at Lunch with a few Mai-Tais Purple kisses on my tie Life can leave a dick loved Now you gettin this dick, love Im lookin for you with a flashlight I wanna feel what a real fat ass like No injection, I learned my lesson I walk it like I talk it, baby this pedestrian Runnin through your mind like Jackie Joyner Pussy like pop, go give me a burner Got shot like pop This can be detrimental T-shirt and panties, thats your credential Youre cotton candy, I need a fistful Im often antsy, hope that convince you Hey, girl You know youre lookin so damn fly You lookin like you fell from the sky You know you make a grown man cry I wanna give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make you so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you I wanna give it to you, tonight And make everything you fantasize Come true, ooh baby Ill make you so, so, so amazing Ill give it to you Ill give it to you

Gina, baby, I dont have no money, I dont have no ends Gina, Im ass-out Im going through something right now! I done told you that Oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? Well, alright Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs Something to inspire me, rather than societys Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil bit, love I want diamonds, too: Ronnie on Players Club I used to have a nine-to-five; fresh out of school—that was 05 That bitch was racist, got me fired; ever since then, I had no job Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin prolly did Guilty by association: story of my life, nigga You gon make me flip and split your shit, judge give me life, nigga Pain since my grandmas death, Uncle killed at Louies Burgers Hold my tears, I tried my best; let it go, drench my pullover Cycles of a starving artist, tryna go beyond the margin— margin Maintaining my modest— modest as I dream So while I go through all this— all this bullshit, what you call it Life itself, I know what helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice So whatd you rush me over here for? How was your day? Are you tipsy? Mhm! All I need in this lifetime: Pussy and Patrón Give me that, once you give me that, once again, its on Bitch, Im swagged up, hoes bopping when Im off that Screw Coming down clean, tell your baby momma, What it do? Where your friends at? I got long dick—what it is? Gon poke it out, situate your little positives How I live? Big shot, on my grind, already Ima lay it down like a carpenter when you let me Give me that funk That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I cant get enough If I offend you, blame it on the liquor, babe Give me that funk That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I cant get enough If I offend you Ugh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home And caught that flat in the mean T-Flats And it made me think if we could blink To change locations where we at We often get lost in the alcohol bottle In attempt to ignore pain, problem, and sorrow Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit Your car note due, and you bout to get evicted Two drugs, surely, Patrón, pussy, make it feel alright But once its empty and that bitch leave, then its back to life You cant run from it, gotta run to it, nigga The antidote wouldnt last, and you knew it, nigga But still, you proceed to dive deep, ask whats her Zodiac sign Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Okay, welcome to my diary—hmm, where should I begin? Finna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gram Crackers watch my every step; man, I hate to work for them One time, I tried to work for me, but that shit didnt work for me And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man What to do? Nothings moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open Balls deep, you dig? Retrieve relief, you dig? Lets kill a bottle of tequila And lie butt-naked telling the truth, would you? Whats up? I had a long day, and I really wanna fuck Take a double-shot to the face and forget about my whole day Cause all Ive been thinking the whole day Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice Im going through something with life But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright Pussy and Patrón, thats some great advice All I need in this lifetime: Pussy and Patrón Give me that, once you give me that, once again, its on Bitch Im swagged up, hoes bopping when Im off that Screw Coming down clean, tell your baby momma, What it do? Where your friends at? I got long dick—what it is? Gon poke it out, situate your little positives How I live? Big shot, on my grind, already Ima lay it down like a carpenter when you let me

Playas always trying to pop bottles Niggas love to pop bottles Then get you a table my nigga Get you a table my nigga Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank No syrup in this cup but this that po up When you see me po up, turn up til you throw up Like a bulemic fiending, for hurl over them toilets If I run out of liquor in your city, yo where the store at? One bottle, two bottles Im a soldier, never sober Cup runneth over, dont give a fuck about cirrhosis One life, thats all we have, Ok lets toast to that Then dive in a pool full of liquor Swim laps like Michael Phelps Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots? Imma 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 Imma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank Used to wake up every morning to a glass of Alize Hope this dollar shot of E&J will take the pain away Aim and shoot, shots of Ciroc will make the girls get loose With it we all trippin off the hen like a female chicken You with it? Spread your wings, you probably wont get far I honestly wouldnt advise operating a car Try not to let the peer pressure get the best of ya And end up giving it up in a restroom like the rest of us Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots? Imma 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 Imma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank So its that groovy little nigga Known for popping them bottles Under my pants be a golden dick Bitch, everything about me solid Burberry nigga, them be my draws Alexander McQueen in closets Swagged out king, yeah nigga Im Puff, uh Have that pussy throbbing Someone tell me where the drugs at, Im into that Twisting off them molly caps Ciroc too dont fuck wit Goose Can I get a shot, swim in your juice Worth a stack a minute, everyday that shit repeat I aint tryna sweep you off your feet Bitch did you see your tab receipt? Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots? Imma 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 Imma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank Aw man... where is she taking me... Where is she taking me... All I, all I, all I, all I All I have in life is my new appetite for failure And I got hunger pain that grow insane Tell me do that sound familiar? If it do then youre like me Making excuse that your relief Is in the bottom of the bottle And the greenest indo leaf As the window open I release Everything that corrode inside of me I see you joking, why you laugh? Dont you feel bad? I probably sleep, and never ever wake up Never ever wake up, never ever wake up In God I trust But just when I thought I had enough More, more, bless me more We gon drink this mothafucka down, more Bottoms up then we pass it round, more Fill it up more, not enough, more Bless me more We gon drink this mothafucka down, more Bottoms up then we pass it round, more Fill it up more, not enough, more Fill it up more, not enough, more Fill it up more, not enough, more

Greeting boys and girls My name is Petey P Kendricks childhood imaginary friend I am your neighbor And I’d like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city So grab your cartoons and cereal Your pop guns and fireworks And sing along When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane, yeah Sing along kids, sing along When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane, yeah Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was... I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac Was on Rosecrans in that burger stand at 95 People staring at em in amazement Reservations at the Days Inn We was living out a hotel at the time Breakfast, lunch and dinner, chicken from Kentucky Fried Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine its a mansion Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancin Howling at the moon, what’s a pack of hungry babies? Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers But never make the visit, if better days was on its way Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn Oh yeah, I remember that, it- it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right? When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Am I right? Spend it all in front of the county building Oh! Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane, yeah Dont forget to sing along by the way, sing along When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane, yeah And all the ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car” When we grow up, when we grow up Ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car” When we grow up, when we grow up Nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit? Couple stolen T.V.s and a seat belt for my safety Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty Seven, do the math, ‘92, don’t you be lazy Looking out the window, notice all the essentials Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental Insurance ‘cause we ‘bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you? I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials Of a scholar but, shit, not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks They did invasions while helicopters recorded it Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers Say that you got me, if not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it The swap meet was the bulls eye like Tauruses Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is Papa, you really telling me we can just get some more of it If we run out? He said, Lil nigga, today the poor is rich Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget Bitches ain’t shit, hoes ain’t neither Niggas gon snitch, watch the company you keeping And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots That- that’s right the mothafuckin’ Rodney King... You was with your daddy on Bullis Road When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Thats crazy Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane Dont forget, still sing along kids, still sing along When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Please sing Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane

On and On On and On On and On On and On Back when Dot was hangin out at Tops in the Benzo Freestylin to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils I was out there Bloodin like a menstrual With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when When we was outside with the indo Hotboxin rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts Never thought that I would amount to shit Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin shit From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin bitches That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck Just left Compton, and I aint have to use my AK What a day, what a day Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin I made my way through crisis, I made my tape And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant You cant escape the tyrant, you cant relate where Ive been In 98 my problem, actin too grown and shit Cappin at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit On me, thats on me Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie Bitch I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach Fumblin with Tetris if your block neglectin your ki Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father Makin sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed and harvest All my king is stuffin, double up my plantation with dollar Every dream is such reality, my déjà vu done caught up Bitch Im brought up with the homies, thats on me 24/7, Kendrick revvin these cold streets Dont we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate And if Game told me, Drive by it, I raise AK Aint no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, Ill play Like no name on it, blindsided, aint no one safe Documentary had identities of where Im from Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won It aint no better one, son, it aint no tellin me nothin Nigga thats Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacys done, BLAOW! Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude Fooled you From 2015 to infinity its still bomb weed and Hennessy I can pimp a butterfly for the energy Game I need acapella There I go, give me a minute, nigga Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit Aint no gimmicks round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries Now Im blockin sentries, 16 Impalas They bounce like they Iguodala Thats on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid I put that on me, thats on me You get a bullet fuckin with the lil homie Thinkin back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru Slide through with the Erykah Badu West side Compton, nigga dont mind if I do From Piru Street to my old street Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end Got an armful of dead friends Round here Crips be sweatin us niggas like a headband Like whats up cuz No time to stop and think Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka Ill make you eat every letter Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin 8 balls on the corner And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate yall on the corner Call the coroner, niggas dead out here Hangin onto life by a thread out here Them niggas wearin all that red out here P snapbacks on niggas heads out here So dont you come fuckin with the little homie So OG they call me Tony Montana, no French, my red bandana legit My uncle told me before he died, Just keep your hand on the brick So I did Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, thats on Bloods Westside, thats on Bloods, this TEC fly, thats on Bloods You fuck with Dot, Ill let you choke on your blood I put that... On me, thats on me On me, thats on me On me, thats on me Raise up, nigga you are not the homie On me, thats on me On me, thats on me On me, thats on me Raise up, nigga you are not the homie

Gloomy on sunny days, shadows no house or trees Prayers not close to me as I bow down and take a knee Hell goes far as the eye can see, hoodies and weaponry Naive to being free, locked up, we chasing keys How your eyes investigate us, while we look up to entertainers Ball players, pistol bangers, big brothers, uncles, uncles Betrayed by a lot of homies, all my friendships stay on shuffle Huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land As I clench down upon this trigger, the burn fucking burn Every step to getting deeper, survival my main concern Marinating in Satans sweat, take a sip of this holy water Hoping God still keep me blessed, with a dark shield for my armor Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Need him in my life, put him in my life, bring him in my life Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Need him in my life, put him in my life, bring him in my life Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Promises, man, I promised, none of them goals accomplished Promises, man, I promised to be loyal and honest Promises, man, I promised, lied on separate occasions Promises, man, I promised, my promises is aging Hennessy what my system like, feeling like Superman I might crip tonight, I bring loss to life A gruesome site, look who don got involved Its no different from wars, its kill or be called upon Feeling teary eyed, thinking Ive gone too far Ask God for forgiveness, shit I doubt he heard me at all They say clean your hands before you eat, rinse your sins with prayer But Ive done did some things I dont think I could ever wash away Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Need him in my life, put him in my life, bring him in my life Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Need him in my life, put him in my life, bring him in my life Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Whoo, woah-woah, whoo, woah-woah Need him in my life, put him in my life, bring him in my life

Righteous, righteous Woo, huh, uh Goddamn Baby, let me know its mine And I might put in overtime Understanding overnight You know tonight aint a sober night I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now, yeah I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah I wanna fuck right now In the bedroom geeked, while your clothes hang down Chillin all day , lovin all night Nice ass , and your stomach all tight If your money aint right , uh, I should be in your life, uh Put it down when your boyfriend know, girl Both hands where the sun wont show, girl Meet you round four with the chauffeur Keep a penny on top of my loafers Keep a diamond on each of my tooth Im gettin money like athletes It can, it can go down in the backseat I know all your right spots without asking, hey Baby, let me know its mine And I might put in overtime Understanding overnight You know that I aint the sober type I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah Girl you bangin, you dynamite Keep an arch in your back when you do it like Fuck with me, you be luxury day and night Got me trickin on everything overpriced Can I hit it and skip all the love? Leave your square and come chill with a thug Girl Im privileged, you know how the time be changin Know I’m hittin it right when your core be shakin Why you hangin with niggas thats missin payments? Keepin my dollars on top of dollars Netflix and chill when its after hours I should be in your room when you leave the shower Hittin them spots like you taught me bout em Girl, me and you got a lot in common Im the one you should call when youre done with clubbin Darlin fuck all the talk, let me show you somethin, uh Baby, let me know its mine And I might put in overtime Understanding overnight You know that I aint the sober type I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah Baby, let me know its mine And Ima put in overtime Thats right, youre understanding overnight You know that I aint the sober type Tell me what you want and I might do it Ive been tryna figure out your motive, yeah Get it up, I put it down, Ima show you how I do it Wanna feel them lips all over me But first I gotta know youre into me Aint tryna tease But Im not the kind of girl that be sleepin around Let me tell you how Im feelin If youre a man, be a man, Ima give you the world You gon have to wait a little You gon have to show me that you know my love is strong Got my heart in the middle I gotta trust you a little If I say I will, Im up for thrill Oh Oh, oh, woah Oh Yeah Oh Woah Yeah, woah I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck right now I wanna fuck, yeah, I wanna fuck, yeah

Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Just done mash a show, Dawg is off on sabbatical Rather watch the Nixon shit than politicians politic CNN and all this shit, gwaan yo, move with the fuckery Trump and the SNL hilarity Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy Blood clot, you doing, bullshit you spewing As if this country aint already ruined In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling Swearing theyre the greatest Online they debate us, if we different, then were haters We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food The nucleus is here now Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin Every nation Obama nation, let the coroner in Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men Just embrace it and die alone, song of Revelation Reverends and cattles racing Devils and demons and Deuteronomy Fumigate our economy, lluminate broken dreams And manifest all insanity, look around Sayonara tomorrow, its just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, its just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, its just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, its just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, its just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

I been feelin kinda cooped up, cooped up I’m tryna get some fresh air Hey, why you got the roof off, roof off? You know it never rains here Hey, you aint gotta flash when you takin your picture You ain’t gotta draw no extra attention Paparazzi wanna shoot ya, shoot ya Niggas dyin for less out here I been in my bag, adding weight Tryna throw a bag in a safe Giggin, tourin, chorin, raisin babes Baby Milo wants some Bathing Apes Niggas crying for less out here Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh Get up in my rear view mirror I cant be ridin round and round that open strip I need tints I need tints I can’t be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints I need tints And it’s no good for me, its so good for them I need tints I need tints I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints I need tints You probably think a nigga trollin’ Or showin out for the cameras Fuck Im doin fish-bowlin’? One hunnid thou on the passenger Bitch, Im Kendrick Lamar, respect me from afar I was made in His image, you call me a god Everybody in attendance, Im about to perform Everybody get offended by the shit I got on Like, can you buy that, nigga? Nine hundred horse, can you drive that, nigga? A G5, can you fly that, nigga? I need tints so I can look at the snakes and posers Cause bomb head is non-disclosure So I can live with a peace of mind Without niggas takin a piece of mine And peace be still and not do fines, so fuck a fix-it ticket You pull me over and might see one of your bitches, ahh! Ridin round and round that open strip I need tints I need tints I cant be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints I need tints And its no good for me, its so good for them I need tints I need tints I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints I need tints You know I like it presidential Stretch it out, thats a limo Pull it over, let me get behind ya Where we goin, they dont need to know Ghost ridin in the Phantom Niggas never see me comin She wanna hold me like a ransom But the money keep me runnin I been in my bag, adding weight Tryna throw a bag in a safe Giggin, tourin, chorin, raisin babes Baby Milo wants some Bathing Apes Niggas crying for less out here Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh Get up in my rear view mirror Ridin round and round that open strip I need tints I need tints I cant be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints I need tints And its no good for me, its so good for them I need tints I need tints I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints I need tints I, I think Im bout to black out Cant see me when I act out tonight I got some moves I gotta make though I got the goons up on the payroll They wont see me coming They wont see me coming, no, no I, I think Im bout to black out Cant see me when I act out tonight I got some moves I gotta make though I got the goons up on the payroll They wont see me coming They wont see me coming ] God damn, what? Shit, whats up man? Bubblin! I see you my nigga! Oh, thank you bro! Ay, bro, I dont know if you- anybody ever told you this, you need to start sellin bubble baths Ah Since you got the song Bubblin so its- bath bombs dawg! Its London, my nigga! Youll really win! Thats extra, bro. Thats extra. You gotta chill, bro, you gotta chill Whatchu mean I gotta chill, bro? Why are you rollin yo windows up? Just be- just be yourself Bro, lemme get 30 dollars! Ay, you got some lotion?

Uh A lil Compton nigga Just a lil Compton nigga One time for my niggas You know Compton, nigga Just a lil Compton nigga Kendrick Lamar Back with a vengeance Back with my heart and Im venting Back with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion I believe theres one God, theres one love And I believe if I fly, we all doves I make a way for my people to see the light Brighter than yellow bones Me and my microphone could be one Until I see BIG, Pac, see Pun but this aint Eazy I cant take a Big L, my city needs me, I gotta win The proof is in the pudding And I been fucking with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right Any means necessary, get the campaign right Very emotional Im a Gemini, I love hard and I fight harder, a born author A born starter, in the game for real And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father You cant learn if mistakes aint made You gotta pay your homage in order to get paid You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues And you aint gettin it, til you start payin Jews Lifestyles of the young and the broke With my hand under oath, I recite these quotes And if I ever lie then I die where I stand as a pest not a man what I wrote through a rap In order to see the front, I had to play the back We played our position, we let yall play yall self, yall made yall decision We pray while we prey on competition To flip another page of Corinthians I see stars when I write these sentences Words crash cars when I write these sentences Open jail bars for my niggas life sentences Free J-Dove, kill all witnesses Yall better hope 2012 really real, cause the way I feel Ima make yall suffer And take yall supper I havent ate in the last 22 summers and Im 22 now its about to go down So en garde, my God we got these artists in awe Oh, Im free Finally I can say Im me The Kendrick Lamar EP, classic EP The question concerns I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs Hope yall infected Hope yall aint have no protection Still Im progressing, room for improvement Make room for the groom married to his music I was at the XXL just trying to excel Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning Wanted to be a part of it cater it to my audience J. Cole runnin late If he dont show up, think I can take his place Ladies start laughing No pun intended I aint being sarcastic Homie popped up with about twenty bags and Fresh out the plane I couldnt even complain My nigga was on his hustle I introduced him my name Said Ill see him on the bubble in the future, my dude I salute ya Contributing the real shit Talk about it make the people talk about it Make the world see, for every MC that I see tryna stay afloat Tell em build a boat like Noah And take him to a place that Im sure we all can blow up, boom I aint a star yet but Im gettin close to em And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera Then kill his manager Then hang a banner up, that reads you cant proceed without bein conceived by one album of the 90s On Rosecrans where youll find me And all my niggas is grimy But I remain the good kid Tryna make a difference where Im from, where you live Oh no we got to slow the city down I told the homeboy pump his brakes He said that he rather put the pump to his face Sawed off Torture, turn the saw off, its scorchin Hot where Im from, the newscasters dont come Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan I aint done A baby in there with it She said postpartum did it Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing When he was undressing said itll only be a minute Thats why I always think Im kicking something with feeling I shouldve been a dentist I shouldve been a blizzard-cold Flash, pose, flash, pose, a critic paparazzi got me on my toes I wanna jump on him like a tad-pole, tad-pole, ass-holes Tryna kill my dreams Not elevate Those are not my dreams, Ill be straight With a little bit of passion And a drive like an Aston Motivation from Nipsey or Glasses, Jay Rock Mykestro , Bad Lucc, U-N-I Dom Kennedy, Murs and Fashawn Lady G, Willy B in time Ima blow like Im mothafuckin sniffing lines Go like I never seen a red light shine Flow to my heart, hit the flo when Im dying Heart of a lion, tell em get in line And pass the baton, I wont pass it back I aint good at dimes If the bitch bad I could pass you a dime Haters better duck like Im passing a pond Know Im the king and Im passing you pawns Pad on the hill thats a passion of mine Problem is I shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights Ima need two mics just to get my point across Ima get my joint across, country yall gon want me P— This is a song that makes me spill out all my guts—

Aint no game, Im takin all you have And youre gonna pay for it I dont know if I can stop myself And youre gonna pay for it Oh, youll never learn I touch fire, little burn This aint no game, Im takin all you have And youre gonna pay for it Its a heavy load, I stroll on a bumpy road No jacket when I was cold, becomin one with my soul Stand toe to toe with my foes, these wolves in sheep clothes No weapon on me shall prosper, nigga, you better watch it You playin with fire, burnin you slow, hold up I hear the whispers wishin, its all cheap voodoo I keep it cool to keep from goin coo-coo With a cal, aimin at fake smiles and turn them upside down Came too far for my feet to fail me Lord, if Im wrong you can help me now, hold up Wait a minute, what am I sayin? The Devil, he busy, tryna get me everyday in every way I wont let up, I wont shut up You cant stop me, you wont knock me, ten-four, now copy Live almighty, my declaration been written In hieroglyphics on top of the highest mountain, now listen Aint no game, Im takin all you have And youre gonna pay for it I dont know if I can stop myself And youre gonna pay for it I tell em all to hail King Kendrick, resurrectin my vengeance Been dissectin your motormouth, til I break down the engine This aint no warnin shot, this a relevant henchman See my opponent, then — cease your existence Endin our friendship, baby, Id rather die alone Your diaphragm is dietary, what you eatin on? Capture your audience with these words, boy The holy Chapel, the tabernacle, the book of Matthew And Jesus starin at you, take your turn, boy See? Its gon take a whole lot of yall to kill me See? Its gon take a whole tribe of yall to kill me, I never die My pedigree apparently only to idolize Ahead of me is only my future and idle time Longevity, I gotta get used to makin you mine You tellin me I only get used to livin if fine You can never live in my shoes, permanently paid from God When the sun goes down, I scream loud, Ill sleep when I die But I will never die, my legacy is alive When the sun goes down, I scream loud, Ill sleep when I die But I will never die, my legacy is alive I gotta get it off my chest, push words just like weight I got to eat til it shows on my face Tragedy turned to triumph, Im tryin just to relate Jumpin off of them towers, Im takin that leap of faith Playin at high stakes Now when I speak, their pupilsll dilate Their speakersll vibrate Know you feelin the vibe, that vine couldnt relate This next clip is long, a son of a gun, big numbers Do the math, now cover the sum I come from the slums, we come for the funds Like run it, under the sun where niggas livin their life blunted Countin the ones, but truthfully nothin like hundreds Keep it one hundred Roadblock in front of me, Look, Im runnin through it Stick and move it, sippin that Hennessy This my gutter fluid, nothin to it What we lost, we gon make it back Like it wasnt missin, now listen, you bout to pay for that Oh, youll never learn I touch fire, little burn This aint no game, Im takin all you have And youre gonna pay for it

Meet the man in the mask Meet the man in the mask All those days in, all that stays in I dont keep it, I wont be here for it All those days in all that stays in I dont keep it though, I wont be here for it Yes Lawd, huh Hail Marys in the sky False prophets get buried alive Head on the throne, cause thats where I reside Ways of the world, the weak wont survive Somethins in the water Ayy, my nigga, we lawless Please move with caution Who set the fairway? Damn right, I need all this Yeah, Jack, I need all this, eyy Hittas acquitted with fingerprints on the Glock Screamin, We gon make it like two-thirds of The LOX Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Pow pow, becomes, blah blah Blood on my hands, Ima need hot agua You gon meet yo maker, I wont say it in Patois Hope I strike a nerve like a package of matches You might wanna bypass, this smoke aint gas trick A prince-turned-pauper tryna to do like kings do Sweatin in chess games, tryna move like kings move You should slow your roll before you drown in a moat He tried to channel balance, but never found the remote Killers on the prowl still juggin off a lick Still a— with a double for his bleep Common politics, everlastin mayhem Draw to stick you for your figures, thats how they hang man So whats your game plan if you got one? You aimin at passengers with a shotgun? Whoa The aftermath is you in the scope Its warfare, is war fair? No You understand? Its probably better you dont Just keep a dock on standby, charter a boat Ships set sail and planes depart The big pictures in motion, are you playin your part? Before the lights get dark and the curtains get closed Are you playin your role? As told by an organized criminal In general, get off my genitals, I got your general Hail Marys in the sky False prophets get buried alive Head on the throne, cause thats where I reside Ways of the world, the weak wont survive Somethins in the water Ayy, my nigga, we lawless Please move with caution Who set the fairway? Damn right, I need all this Yeah, Jack, I need all this, eyy I had to be about nine when I first had seen it Low-lows pulled up outside of the Ralphs After a car show at Dominguez They had a disagreement, they had to air out Just another day in Del Amo Fo sho, man down, mando thank God I never had to knock your partner off Or be another casualty of war, amen Theres four footprints in the sand where I walk I never claimed to be a saint at all Four Russians trippin with hollow tips And a Kalashnikov, aimed at yall No, Soulo, ho, kept it clean Ridin dirty, jury would have gave me thirty Herbie love buggin out, hit the target blindfolded Electorial college devoted To hit the score, to write the score thats not a metaphor Ragin against the machinery, tapin up the scenery You gotta keep the piece to keep the peace Got dough, squad up and mopped the block up for a cleanin fee I dont need you to change I dont need you to change Yourself But Ive got to get away Ive got to get away For my health Be as free as you can Be as free as you can Away from me I tried to be a saint like everybody else

I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn’t wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn’t stop survivor’s guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was respect Just because you wore a different gang color than mines Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us But I don’t know, I’m no mortal man, maybe I’m just another nigga

Vete al carajo y mámame la tota Two wrongs dont make us right away Tell me somethings wrong Party all of our lives away To take you on Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again All night All night Your bodys on fire And your drinks on ice All night All night Your bodys on fire And your drinks on ice Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word Oh my word, oh my gosh, oh my word Everybody say kikiritikiki Everybody say kikiritikiki Everybody say kikiritikiki Everybody say kikiritikiki Ungbambe, ungdedele, ungbhasobhe, unggudluke Ungbambe, ungdedele, ungbhasobhe, unggudluke Ungbambe, ungdedele, ungbhasobhe, unggudluke Ungbambe, ungdedele, ungbhasobhe, unggudluke, yeah Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again All night All night Your bodys on fire And your drinks on ice All night All night Your bodys on fire And your drinks on- High up, high up, high up, high up High again, high again High again, high again High up, high up, high up, high up High again, high again High again, high again Umasthwel umthwalo Aw weynkwezeli Sgijima zonk inkalo Singamaqhawe Singamadoda amakhul Eh halala Sdumis izulu Halala ho! Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again Aw baby, I want you Baby, I need you, I wanna see you Baby, I wanna go up again Baby, I wanna go up again

YOLO, you only live once The battle cry of a generation This life is a precious gift So dont get too crazy Its not worth the risk Yeah You know that we are still young So dont be dumb Dont trust anyone Cause you only live once Uh, you only live once, thats the motto So take a chill pill, ease off the throttle Never go to loud clubs cause its bad for your ears Your friends will all be sorry when they cant hear And stay the hell away from drugs cause they not legal Then bury all your money in the backyard like a beagle Cause you should never trust a bank, theyve been known to fail And never travel by car or bus, boat or by rail And dont travel by plane, and dont travel at all Build a bomb shelter basement with titanium walls And wear titanium suits in case pianos fall on you And never go to saunas cause theyre crawlin with piranhas And never take the stairs cause theyre often unsafe You only live once, dont let it go to waste You know that we are still young So hold off on the fun Cook your meat till its done Cause you only live once Yeah, and heres another piece of advice Stay away from kids, cause their hair is filled with mad lice Theres no such thing as too much Purell This a cautionary tale, word to George Orwell So dont 1980-force any plugs into sockets Always wear a chastity belt and triple lock it Then hire a taster, make him check your food for poison And if you think your mailman is a spy, then destroy him No blankets or pajamas, they can choke you in your sleep Two words about furniture: killing machines Now, board your windows up the sun is bad for your health And always wear a straitjacket so youre safe from yourself Uh huh, take no chances, stop freelancin Invest in your future, dont dilute your finances 401K, make sure its low risk Then get some real estate , 4.2% Thirty year mortgage, thats important, thats a great deal And if you cant afford it, dont forge it on your last bill Renting is for suckers right now A dependable savings And youll retire with money in your account Beast! YOLO, say no-no Isolate yourself and just roll solo, be careful-o You Oughta Look Out also stands for YOLO You know that we are still young Burn the prints off your thumbs Then pull out all your teeth So you cant bite your tongue Only on this earth for a short time, time So dont go outside, cause you dont want to die, die Just take our advice and hide And scream YOLO to the sky You oughta look out

One time, reporting live, Compton, California She go to work, she go to school, her body smooth, no tattoos Type of girl that’ll make your mother feel comfortable My pops love her too, she’s compatible, she’s independent She handle her business, she believe in God and no other religions Shes never in competition, when it comes to her friends, shes dependable She set her own trends, a confidant, a mediator, so sweet, every flavor Just a conversation with her doing you a favor, look at her hips, I want to be her pager Conservative, affirmative, actually she relaxing in sweats and bobby pins The beauty of her, a blind man can see, a true queen and she needs me She needs me, she needs me, she needs me, she needs me The beauty of her, swear to God, a blind man can see, a true queen and she needs me That girl is smoking, and can you believe that Im her focus? It ain’t hard to see she got me open, and together we are roller-coasting on Five years later, an accounting major, work at a firm Abundance of paper, she got a career, she look in the rear View mirror of a Mercedes that she can steer Call her boss, executive meetings, consecutive trips, vacational weekends Dior reeking through her Prada dress, probably the only product of her pure success Got a promotion, now she own the building Headed to the top like she on the building, real estate, property She order tender steak, only one mouth to feed, funded a youth center Invested in some stock, doubled what she put in, then bought a restaurant Oh what a girl, how great life can be, even though she got the world, she needs me She needs me, she needs me, she needs me, she needs me Oh what a girl, wonder how her life can be, and though she got the world, she needs me That girl is smoking, and can you believe that Im her focus? It ain’t hard to see she got me open, and together we are roller-coasting on We lose touch, separated, years pass, I’m outdated She’s dating one of Hollywood’s famous entertainers, Denzel good Paparazzi spot ‘em out shopping, Tuesday morning brunch, Benihanas Tabloids paint a picture of a perfect couple Headline reads when a famous actor loves you, Emmy Awards, Academy too On the red carpet, dress matching his suit, she holding his arm She waves at her moms and wave at the world, got the world in her palms Head in the clouds, star gazing, caught her on the stage, a proposal was waiting He bent down, got on one knee, she looked him in the eye and said she needs me She needs me, she needs me, she needs me, she needs me Even if we seem to separate, eventually it’ll come to pass, and she’ll need me I need her, we need we That girl is smoking, and can you believe that Im her focus? It ain’t hard to see she got me open, and together we are roller-coasting on

DJ Khaled And you know it dont stop, grindin round that clock Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon flop See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops, ha And we still duckin cops, ride around and take shots Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know Im takin they spot Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back Just like T-I-P told you—ASAP; but you niggas rappin like Aesop, Aesop, get a grip! Oh thats your dream car? Nigga thats my old whip Oh thats your dream girl? Nigga thats my old bitch Oh thats your new flow? Nigga thats my old shit! This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world: twice, to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! Ha They say they ready for whatever Yuh, yuh, Young Krizzle Shawty look what we got , my bass beat and it knock Got the old school in my old school was to post up on your block Yo broad chose like she was sposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that aint slammin doors on they drop Yall niggas too young to remember how to the South used to be, but Im not So when it come to snappin, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, yall pop You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit? Bitch, wait til my album drop Say thats your new car? Nigga, thats my old slab Say thats your new bitch? Nigga, thats my old stab Oh thats yo new flow? That shit sound so trash This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas Hol up...but dont forget about Compton, nigga! One for the money, two for the show Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realest shit I ever wrote And if anyone ever doubt it, then they are the loudest of liars I know I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and thats not the instrumental Now pick up my coat You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, Ill drag your ass to the floor Bitch, I can admit, Im a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is Telling the doctor Im sick, head doctor, Im needing your lips, yeah Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it, then I wont ignore it, clear Cop me a palace and Porsche and right, when I floor it, thats when I switch gears Living my life on Uranus, ugh, keeping one foot in your anus, ugh The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp til I break it, ugh Bitch Im demanding respect, these bitches is telling me, Take it DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch aint no challenge, aint it? Ooh, huhuhu One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world: twice, to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! Ha They say they ready for whatever

Im feeling dangerous, Im feeling nauseous Road left me crazy, soaring, I wanna Smoking and faded, I got enormous Drinkin and swangin, Im feelin dangerous Greet me by my hand til you teach me to float Head is in the cloud with my stomach below Somethin bout this feeling, I felt it before Took this pill and it swallowed me whole Pinch me on my arm, is it Heaven or fun? If I dont come back, had a hell of a run Taste you through my nose, smell the death on the tongue Cant get high enough to get over the hump, huh How many friends around me helping me lose? How many excuses until Im excused? Shadow my morning, I aint dreaming it right Aint no way a flower could bloom in the night Family tried to warn me, couldnt keep me away Til I figure flying, I better escape But flying aint flying when youre stuck on your ass Pleasure took my driver and caused me to crash, uh Took me forever, we was stuck in the mud Chicken crossed the road to get out of the hood Was drawing this darker feeling, feeling my face Somebody go hand my drug dealer a case Bass on the Perc and activating the sub Sold my heart and soul, thats a hell of a drug Take this here, introduce you to love, uh Take this here, introduce you to love Im feeling dangerous , Im feeling nauseous Road left me crazy , soaring, I wanna Im feeling dangerous

Drugs and girls Ugh, show me some love, my love Last time I checked, you loved my love Place nothing above my love If you leave, come back, like above your butt No ifs, ands, or buts Youre sufficient, but I still wanna fill you up When loves runs high Just when you thought enough was enough Im a kid in a museum and I just wanna touch Every part of your body, tie you up and get naughty Ho, we up in this party, HiiiPoWeR, money showers All the ladies wanna kick it with Mr. Miyagi Pull up, pull up, bring it back, come, rewind I wanna touch up and down your spine When loves runs high Hmm, a perfect 10 living on Cloud 9 I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time Anything that can get me out of my mind Im a rolling stone that needs another home, especially When loves runs high Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug Now stop... and just groove! Ugh, faded off life See the dopeman, time to get right Open up a Bud Light Don Julio, Coronas, comas Bad bitches, bad bitches Call up bad bitches, bring your friend to be a witness, ugh! When loves runs high Tch... Whatever that mean Ugh, need a shot, you the vaccine You pumping through my veins, Im a crack fiend Ugh, youre the crack, ugh Drive your ass all night, meet the chauffeur Bend you over in a rover, its over Never sober, my cup runneth over When loves runs high Better know, girl, you fucking with a soldier I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time Anything that can get me out of my mind Im a rolling stone that needs another home, especially When loves runs high Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug Now, stop... and just groove! Blunts and broads Drinking on liquor thats hard, oh my God Baby tryna grab my drawers They call me Dozer, I knock down walls José, thats my homie Yeah, I hear you calling Earl in the hallway When loves runs high I gotta come down just to party Im turnt up, maxed out Willie Manchester, blow your back out Baby girl, my advice—better back out Got that dope stick, Im the crack house Listen, ma, I got a role you can act out And then, like Prince pants, get your ass out I dont need a princess, I need a mistress Whos sticking dick in a damsel in distress I like to drink all the time , fuck all the time Anything that can get me out of my mind Im a rolling stone that needs another home, especially When loves runs high Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug Now, everybody in the place! Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke Do it til you cant feel your face! Chug, chug, chug, chug Now, stop... and just groove! When love runs high Its the—

Fall in this bitch, transfusion with the drip drop Sauce everywhere and got broccoli in my Ziploc Tatted on my face, no role model, thats for Kid Bops Got it on my waist, let that shit rock, I’m floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, I’m floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating Take it off, yeah, going off, yeah Money been here, the bodys in here Im bringing up hell, the chopper don’t fail The product get late, the pussy gon’ wait The money I chase, the Rari don’t break You killing my pace, the Carti my face A mil in my safe, now hand me that tape Ten toes in the mud, who the plug getting wrapped? Ten-tone yellow pill, selling seals and its facts, ayy I ain’t trying to wife you, too emotional Now take this in and out like its supposed to go Made it out the hood, had to bounce right quick Wonder how I drop out, learn to count like this Got a new house and a condo where I keep my shit Got a shoestring round the thing thing, they dont build like this Okay, Im floating, ayy Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating Im a Percocet floating AR toting Big blunt smoking ass nigga In the Maybach joking Drive the Rari like its stolen He a broke Ford Focus ass nigga Pay me for a show, I got a chopper All this metal, they gon call the coppers Cant run the game round rappers Cause I hang around all robbers Little nigga, do you got a problem? Little nigga, well come and solve it Cash coming in, cant stop it Im running to the money, yall jogging Richard Milles represent victory Still the same, Im just a richer me A washed-up bitch dont mean shit to me Ima let your best friend nibble me You cant do nothing for me Unless you leaving hickeys where my dick be Im Slaughter Gang Savage Freak hoes get punched just for trying to kiss me Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating