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This is a public service announcement We call it Blood Sport I had to do one too, I sorry! Im a competitor Oh my god it about to get hideous I hope ya niggas know you history Homie go ask Doc Homie go ask Nas Homie go ask Jay But when you ask them all Im the best in LA. In LA Or wherever the fuck that you stay Its all copastetic. Hip-hop no longer face Armageddon Call me Bruce Willis No call me lieutenant tinted windows on the black benz So they only see it late nights like Jay Leno I fuck twice your girlfriend probly told you we cant fuck No she lying Oh my god I am the best rapper under 25 you can underline it You abusing the game you defiant Disobedient student need attention Have parent conference Ill be there, Just let me know what classroom you in my son I am Dwyane Wade of recording You more like Kobe Bryant with no endorsements Thats like Shaq at the freethrow, pointless Im equivalent to a Earl Boykins, Spud Webb, Muggsy Bogues I suppose I handle the rock well I do hoes like Stockton and Malone: make my pick then roll The ugly ones go to Sam Cassell You washed up like Nick Van Exel. Shawn Kemp, Robert Parish, John Salley whole career on the bench Lets get deeper in these NBA statistics My team something like the retro Celtics Which means consecutive championships Which means Im Larry Birds equivalent To the way I do a verse he handle the ball The same way I handle it with no pen I call Jay Rock when I wanna dish it off He bang like Vince Carter when he first saw NBA Court Alley oop the court let him do what he want Bang. Aw fuck it lets talk more sports How bout football? I run the game like Walter Payton back 1984 Im pass you niggas like Peyton Manning Play the field like Ray Buchanan When I kick it like Morton Anderson it gets scary Weight on my shoulder, refrigerator Perry Hip-hop cops on me I dodge them like Barry Sanders... John Madden hold your commentary Keep the cameras on Im primetime like the 95 Deion Should I keep going? Aw fuck it let me keep going Imma do it like the 97 T Owens Not the ‘07 T Owens T Owens with Jeff Garcia throwing the pigskin Yall need to work on yall defense, I train like Warren Sapp on the weekend Maneuver like Warrick Dunn Im just having a little fun have some with me Lets go baseball now the 94 Ken Griffey One man roster matter fact Im the 96 Mike Piazza MVP of LA, call the doctor I came up with my assumptions I must be rap ESPN or something It’s about time for halftime reporting I’m a star kicking niggas off the field and court man I know you good with the right but you still ain’t nice till you do it with the left hand You ain’t nice till you play all positions Or knock it out the stadium, hey wait a min I got tickets to the all star game, to pro bowl game baby girl bring a friend I’m a get you in, I’m a take you out, I’m a stick it in You might say… ouch Just let me score one time Dribble my balls to the floor one time I’d be going for a week bet they gon’ miss me more than a pitch from Nolan Ryan I am the Jeff Gordon of recording I am Tony Hawk if I was skateboarding I am Michael Irv before the coke snortin Aw fuck it I’m what’s ever important After this you gon applaud him If not, fuck it I’m blood sportin Homie I’m blood sport… Ya’ll niggas ran out of time to get ya’ll shit together man I’m here Hey, hey, hey, hey Moose what I gotta do boy

West coast tsunami come jump inside of a wave pool Fresh out the county with beepers over their ankles Bitches and bugs their earlobes flooded with bengals 38 slug passenger seat let it bang you I was born the same year you was rocking a kangol 20 years later my style favor a kangaroo Jumping off the ground im tapping the star spangle Banner with manners over ignorant lost angels Cameras flash nappy hippy from every angle Hammers will blast snap and hit you from every angle Like a porno no homo you wear rainbow Im with a bad chick that can suck on my mandingo Your making publicity stunts to make your name blow Im dropping c4 every month to make my name blow Drive a hoopty every month like its a range rove Get in on the passenger side because the door broke Take you on a natural high this is for sure dope Watch you go be outside then give you more dope Im gonna flood the streets outside go buy a raincoat Open the door my tapes fall out your Durango West coast till im gone and wearing a halo Til then im ready for war lets play halo Take down the fifth of Hennessy and watch the day go Bye like farewell can somebody just pray for Me like holiest priest on gods payroll Tabernacle to all the Churchs chickens I ate on Its K.Dot you motherfucker motherfucker mother blucka blucka bring a ruckus better duck em make you suffer quick suck a dick Look, coming from gangbangers and palm trees Eating on polly seed and bomb weed In Wallabees, better yet, my Wallacees throwin up the set while Im chillin in the summer breeze You niggas really want the gun to squeeze And im shootin from nutting Backseat with the window down ready for ducking I aint riding shotgun unless I gotta shotgun fuck around and pop one leave your fuckin top done Like the body shop on a mardi gras Bad little bitch keep the gat in the party bra You know Im ready to shoot you know I recruit give me the loot like Big Poppa who shot ya noodle niggas over cheese make pasta Top dawg sit at the table we all mobster Never passed english and grammar still proper My niggas we all gotcha My niggas is all shottas And niggas aint nothing but bitches they all gossip My words come hard like a bishop in tranquilizer And murder goes hand and hand like sanitizers I been a problem shootout to Problem My gun blow then I get low Like a stripper my nigga no homo Take a puff of the swisher then get dozed I do this for my niggas who is locked up in the prisons that cant get out of them systems theres no hope So my mentality gotta be cut throat Everytime that I spit it I provoke Jay Rock for president go vote Put them in a state of shock like a million votes Id go big before I would go broke I got bundles of snow so come snope Big bottles of henny who wanna toast Big bags of green who wanna smoke Its on me im a do it for the coast Rock city my city till Im gone Im a make it I can feel it in my bones Yeah, I came in with the same precision as Pablo Your visions is at hoes, whips and diablos City on my shoulder like a poncho And I treat the booth like el baño Get a whiff of that And when its show time ill take you to the Cinemax Los Angeles on the fitted cap Committed like Richard Pryor and getting stacks Yo Punch they think that history is a joke read up on how they brought Woodstock to watch for black folks California souls, you say the west aint unified like the LA school district you mustve missed it Riding around my old junior high high, remaniscing I have the same goals now But I never thought for a second I needed Snoop and Dre to help me out No debit give me all of the credit SOUL

Here we go yo, here we go yo So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario Crept up in this muthafucka soundin like a stun gun Fresh up out the hotbox got me smellin like marijuana Flyer than a Desert Eagle when it’s starin’ down lookin’ at my people Shootin muthafuckas down just because I’m evil Live and direct like Cable TV pay-per view pay me Who Q? Ha-chu yeah blessed it, beautifulest tune You’ll tune on the record Everything is coke so I kick like Liu Kang Thinkin you can really get with this man you playin Get you a platoon, yeah floatin’ like balloons Get so high got to space then I shitted on the moon Went into a rage now the sun won’t shade Mars Know I got bars so I’m aimin for the stars Everyone applaud, praise to the genius Never would like to let the hoes bow to the penis Feenish Kendrick relentless in other words a dentist I’m in they mouth without a doubt It’s funky grab an incent Grab a honkey, grab a nigga, grab a wetback, grab a chink Then put ‘em in a box like Michael and Leon Spinks Then tell me what you get for cultures feeling me As if they was blind and braille on my sleeve Peace, to hip-hop, down to earth Word to the voice of Chris Rock Can I rock like a 88 Camaro and T-Top Whoa, the scenario seem to flip like an aerial As I dip like a pull-up bar at the gym Won’t you witness the gem I’m a troop from Angola and You a cop on patrol that’s trying to Axel Foley As dumb as Napoleon Dynamite and I’m quick to blow up then BOOM Combustible like flames and petroleum It’s Jay Rock Niggas know my status Flip flows like a gymnast on a apparatus Leave yo body in pain if I hit you with this ‘matic Don’t even speak if you ain’t talkin cabbage Loyal to the cash, thinkin’ ‘bout a marriage Committed to the block that’s somethin’ niggas cherish Hmm.. if you dissin’, you missing Parish Then I’m on a mission, fishin Paris Lookin’ at some dimes, go get your cameras Black Hippy emcees and we got hammers Gang member slash rap nigga The name’s Rock, all the hoes call me that nigga Never relax, never do that Soon as you relax, them lames is stealin’ ya swag I’m the truth in the booth I’m killin’ the track To the point of no return no bringin’ It back I’m so fluent on the beat just spittin’ the facts You lames lyin, think you chief You bridgin’ the gap I’m the fountain of youth, you niggas is tap Like bugs in the phone, you niggas is wack Enter the mind of the utmost divine Heel up reel up, bring it back come rewind Twilight zone, war with the star Hans Soulo Top Dawg, not Todo, notch logo On my hand, knock you out Goddamn! Say I’m not lethal, inhumane Squeeze juice out a beetle Offended John Lennon come to cloud 9 That’s where the cockpit is Me and Kendrick Lamar startling all contenders ScHoolboy Q, gangsta with a USC student IQ And Jay Rock a fuckin’ fool You make the wrong fuckin move He like “DON’T FUCKIN’ MOVE!” Aimin’ at you with the tool I’m like what am I to do? Crazy how the shit we make come out phenomenal Black Hippy, and as for me I’m the black sheep passin’ weed To Miss Bo-Peep Peep! Soul!

After the show its the after party then After the party its the hotel lobby and After the Belve then its probably Cris And after the original its probably this L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell Battle anybody I dont care who you tell I excel, they all fail Im gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the... Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party We dont cause trouble, we dont bother nobody, were Just some men thats on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right Fight the power, fight the power Let me hear ya say Fight the power We got to fight the powers that be Straight out of Compton, crazy mother- Hey, hey, hey, no, no Jimmy, weve been through this before You are not straight out of Compton You are straight out of upstate New York Thats right, yeah yeah I guess I just thought with the movie being what it is and all Ya know big, everybodys talking about it Everybody is talking about it Lets talk about something else Lets talk about sex baby Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be Lets talk about sex Lets talk about... Stop, Hammertime Stop, Summertime Here it is the groove slightly transform Just a bit of a break from the norm Cash rules everything around me: CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill yall – “Mo Money Mo Problems”] I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Informer, ya no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom down I lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down No, you dont lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down You dont lick your boom-boom down Lick boom-boom No, you dont lick your boom-boom down Down, down, down, down Im going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now, usually, I dont do this but uh Go head on and break em off wit a lil preview of the remix Its the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body Got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum Im like so what Im drunk Its the freakin weekend Baby Im about to have me some fun [Chris Brown – Look at Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes)] Lets go Cause Im feeling like I’m running And Im feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I dont and I wont ever stop Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day Damn, damn Compton I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I was running through the six with my I was running through the six with my woe I dont mess with you You little stupid ass trick, I aint messing with you You little dumb ass trick, I aint messing with... Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker reads: What would Hova do? J is chillin, Jimmy is chillin What more can I say? We killin em Baby, wont you come my way? Got something I want to say I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Your mom busted in and said, “Whats that noise? Its Justin and Jimmy singing Beastie Boys You got to fight for your right to party You got to fight for your right to party Hey, everybody let me hear you say Parrrrrrty Justin Timberlake, Jimmy Fallon History of Hip-Hop 6 Lets start the show

Cloud nine, where you can find me and my dime Like Roosevelt in his prime, wait till Im in my prime The moon and the stars will align on my Louis V. belt like Orion To whom say he cool But the irony is I can hold the bottom of an iron With the bottom of my palm I say so much so little, all action, no talk Like a mime throwin up gang signs Its not all about punchlines, I dont do that Im a jaguar, you just a new cat, now move back Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success Aimin for the top like an AR aimed at your neck I can never digress ‘less I get demoted to death Even then I’ll be the best still like a petty theft I will conquer my biggest dreams Once you open the cage, I bet that I’ll spread my wings Nipsey got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred And all I got is bad credit, big ears and big head But still they’ll feel me cause we all ate cereal Humped the momma friend daughter while they bump the stereo Backflips on shoppin carts, free lunch at the park Watched Power Rangers after school, here we go I’m so Comptonized, I will never compromise For no fussy-ass A&R or TEO We aint what you think and you think we back But we been here for decades and I vouch for that Open your mouth for that Speak well like a great debater over iChat Get your other eye cracked I don’t rap, I Iraq and declare war I enjoy watchin enemies blood pour I came up lower middle class, not poor So don’t feel sorry for me, I don’t need y’all to love me I need y’all to feel me And if you feelin froggy to leap, then feel free My feeling’s all aside, my pride is deprived By the ultimate prize Im a get when I see your suicide Too hot to handle, too dope to hold Two dope boys, we roll deep, everybody gather your seats We goin to cloud nine, we comin back in a week And the weak good riddance Only the strong permitted to ride and test drive With Kendrick the Jedi One of a kind like great antiques museums buy Haters, I tell em, Hi, enemies, I dont tell em shit but puta Click, booyah, click, click

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

I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin in the hotel room Lucifer was all around me, so I kept running Till I found my safe haven I was trying to convince myself the stripes I got Making myself realize what my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discriminationAy, on my momma nigga, Imma be the greatest to ever do this shit On my momma though, like, on the dead homies Ay, Sounwave, turn this shit up, nigga, turn this shit up Sounwave, turn this shit up, nigga Tell me who the bitch nigga hatin on me Jumpin on my dick, but this dick aint free To Pimp a Butterfly another classic CD A ghetto lullaby for every one-day emcee Nigga, now RIP you My diligence is only meant to write your eulogyI remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin in the hotel room I didnt wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin for answers

Im the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Im the biggest hypocrite of 2015 When I finish this if you listenin sure you will agree Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses You never liked us anyway, your friendship, I meant it Im African-American, Im African Im black as the moon, heritage of a small village Pardon my residence Came from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, you know that its big, my nose is round and wide You hate me dont you? You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture You know youre evil I want you to recognize that Im a proud monkey You vandalize my perception but cant take style from me And this is more than confession I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion Im guardin my feelings, I know that you feel it You sabotage my community, makin a killin You made me a killer, emancipation of a real higga As we proceed To give you what you need Trap our bodies but cant lock our minds Everybody just stop I said they treat me like a slave, cah me black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black And man a say they put me in a chain, cah we black Imagine now, big gold chain full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars pon me back But now we have a big whip, parked pon the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah we black Remember this, every race start from the block, just remember that As we proceed To give you what you need Lock our body, cant trap our mind We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be a- Uh, and when I wake up I recognize youre lookin at me for the pay cut But homicide be lookin at you from the face down What Mac-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin, and let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty women and women, and its the highlight Now tell my momma I love her but this what I like, Lord knows 20 of em in my Chevy, tell em all to come and get me Everything I know, karma comin heavy No preliminary hearings on my record Tell em other gangsters silence for the record Tell the world I know its too late Boys and girls, I think I gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Wont you please believe when I say Wouldnt you know We been hurt, down before When our pride was low Lookin at the world, Where do we go? Im at the preachers door They wanna kill us dead, at the preachers door We said give em some more This one time, do it fo sho But we gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright We gon be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon be alright What you want, you a house, you a car? Acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, Im your dog You can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can smell it, I know its illegal I dont think about it, I deposit every other zero Diggin in my pocket, candy paint it on the Regal Diggin in my pocket, aint a profit big enough to feed you Everyday my logic get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico... ah! I dont talk about it, be about it, everyday I sequel I dont talk about it, bout it, everyday I see I dont talk about it, bout it, everyday I see I dont talk about it, bout it, everyday I see Pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog, thats all Pick back and chat, I trap the back for yall I rap, Im black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs; I write til Im right with... God Its been a week already Feeling weak already Got me at peak, possibility of what could be Situation is heavy, Ive got to prove On February twenty sixth I lost my life too Its like Im here in a dark dream Nightmare, hear screams recorded Say that it sounds distorted but they know who it was That was me yelling for help when he drowned in his blood Why didnt he defend himself? Why couldnt he throw a punch? And for our community do you know what this does? Add to a trail of hatred Twenty twelve was taped for the world to see Set us back another four-hundred years This is modern day slavery The reason why Im by your house You threw your briefcase all on the couch I plan on creeping through your damn door and blowing out Every piece of your brain Til your son jumps into your arms Cut off the engine then sped off in a Wraith Im on the dash with my bible in the trunk Had the vodka on the top How come I can long time How come I could make it popular? Puff on what I want How come I could make it popular? Puff on what I want See Im living with anxiety Giving up sobriety Cussing with his sister And playing with society Justice aint free Therefore justice aint me Try and justify staying, obituary Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart? Once upon a time, I go to church and talk to God Now Im thinking to myself Hollow tips is all I got Now Im drinking by myself At the end of Section Park Caught you when you walk besides your house You threw your briefcase all on the couch I plan on creeping through your damn door and blowing out Every piece of your brain Til your son jumps into your arms The engine then sped off in a wraith I said Hiiipower, one time you see it Hiiipower, two times, you see it Hiiipower, two times, you see it Conversation for the entire nation this is bigger than us

Yeah. How I sound out there Ali? Good? Then good Can I pay my past a visit? Centennial Compton School District And video campus shut the fuck up your premises King Drew and Westchester had the baddest bitches And my nigga L Wood had a white Toyota, and we got pulled over Had to hide the bottle because there was mix with Hennessy and soda Every time we rode up we was unsober And everybody had know that My nigga Yan Yan had all the red P Hat Which was really dumb because where we was at Was the other side and more than likely The other side really didnt like that Didnt have no burner so if they shot us we could never really shoot back Could of lost our life over hood rats We was dumb as fuck but lucky for us we was lucky enough That the black car didnt pull up and ask where yall niggas from I know some, nigga less fortunate was fucking with the enemies bitch She had a fat ass and a brown Camaro but it wasnt that fast it was like a V6 But anyways she was one of those hoes in highschool with the cornrows Size 5 Jordans, Rolex sporting, and wanna fight everybody she knows Well shes important, well she wasnt, she was just so and so so and so cousin He was a red, so anytime she got into it, that who she would get Now let me get back to the plan Homie had ask, Do ya got a man? She said,No, he said, Oh yeah Where do you stay? She said, Rosecrans Rosecrans and what? She said, Dont matter just know I fuck He said, What? youre a, youre a little freaky bitch huh? She said, Yeah daddy I can you get you sprung I can work that pussy and the tongue If you come over I can make you cum If you come over make sure that you bring drink Because I like to get to drunk. And that he did, that Friday he was where she lived Notice that he was out of bounds But didnt give a fuck cause he wanted to fuck that bitch right now Walked in the house, rubber on, panties down Oldies playing in the background Lets get it on Marvin Gaye had bumped to the morning Time to go, picked his pants up off the floor Kissed that bitch in the mouth then walked to the door When he walked out he seen a four four Bluh! Didnt know that was the pussy he was dealing with And thats how you get your ass killed bitch! Thats how you get your ass killed bitch! Thats how you get your ass killed bitch! Get your ass killed bitch! How? Fucking with them hoes, them hoes, them hoes, them hoes Them hoes hoes, them scandalous hoes Them hoes hoes will have you uh dead dead dead Look. I guess we all can learn from mistakes But your first mistake, might be your death date And death doesnt wait, on no one A million ways to die, and you can make it a million and one If you not aware of the rules or maybe tryna fill someone else shoes Like a square trying to be a gangster kind of remind of this one dude He wasnt thirteen he was twenty two When he went to first get put on the hood He wasnt born it, Boys in the Hood the movie made him think it was all good But usually this type of person want to prove his s s s s self on purpose Tell everybody quit working, but really hes worthless His momma had money, his daddy had money, so he had money The OGs that gave him a pistol, think that he was gonna be just another crash dummy And the funny thing about it he thought he was bout it like P-Miller But he wasnt no killa Just a monkey hanging around a bunch of gorillas Everybody wanna be tough guy so he did, approached this guy like, Where are you from? with his gun but didnt shoot it, rule number one Never pull out if you dont use it Even though the dude didnt banged the very next day he seen around the way blew his brains out while homeboy was cruising Not knowing the scariest nigga will split your shit And thats how he got his ass killed bitch! Thats how he got his ass killed bitch! Thats how he got his ass killed bitch! Fuck around and get your ass killed bitch! How? Not knowing the G codes, the codes the codes The G codes, the codes the codes The G codes, if you dont know then your already dead dead dead Feel me?

Oh, hey Winter with the raindrop You can make the rain stop You can make the pain stop Heart pumping, novacaine Speed through the motor lane Race to your doorstep, feign for the short thing Issue that I miss you, wanna kiss you on your neck, aye Get you then I pin you to the post on your bed, ayy Feelings turn to a brickwall, there I was Told me that you got a new love but I... I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Wasted And the more I drink, the more I think about you Oh no, no, I cant take it Baby, every place I go reminds me of you Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know And every time I go out, yeah I hear it from this one, I hear it from that one That you got someone new Yeah, I see but dont believe it Even in my head, youre still in my bed Maybe Im just a fool Do you think of me? Of what we used to be? Is it better now that Im not around? My friends are actin strange, they dont bring up your name Are you happy now? Are you happy now? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know No more “please stop” No more hashtag bood up screenshots No more tryin make me jealous on your birthday You know just how I made you better on your birthday, oh Do he do you like this, do he woo you like this? Do he lay it down for you, touch your poona like this? Matter fact, never mind, well let the past be May be his right now, but your bodys still me, whoa I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Wasted And the more I drink, the more I think about you Oh no, no, I cant take it Do you think that I should just go on without you? I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, no I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know, know, know, know Whos taking you home, home, home, home And loving you so, so, so, so The way I used to love you, oh I dont wanna know Oh hey Oh, oh hey Oh, oh, oh hey Uh oh, uh oh

Take me back to LA Take me back to LA Take me back to LA, ohh Ive laughed and Ive cried Ive lived and Ive died Stole from, gambled and cheated Cut corners outside Ive tried and Ive failed Stood tall when theyd run Ive fought a cold war In the dead of the hot sun Now take me back to LA Where the weather is good Take me back to LA Dont wanna give the road a second look And I remember first time that I left Pain, it flooded the wells of your eyes You said youd never forgive me if I didnt make it back But now Im comin home for some good lovin Ive learned and Ive taught Ive gained and Ive lost Made due with what Im made of Found out what love cost Learned who I cant trust Learned that its just us Ive learned to love mine Even when it aint much Now take me back to LA Where the weather is good Take me back to LA Dont wanna give the road a second look And I remember first time that I left Pain, it flooded the wells of your eyes You said youd never forgive me if I didnt make it back But now Im comin home for some good lovin Take me back to LA Take me back to LA Take me back to LA, ooh

It was eye witnessing poverty Burning bullets allowing these walls breaking Devour these laws trying to empower me I thought I knew the reason you grew to love sour diesel Smoking like locomotive your focus was hourly And then you caught me your pity party had towered me Shower me with the will that never dried I tell you put your worries and friendly doubts to the side I doubt that you listen, it’s stuck in your system I tried She’s been miserable, she’s been living in prison Soaking up life’s reality this is the visual Baby daddy a light build blade walking with highheel Paid stalking that avenue, never knew how the light feel, I Got a plan got a plan for ya I just just might hold a couple bands for ya And leave this message in the sand for ya Tell me you’re ready to change She said naw nigga it’s part of the game Just like Heroin Streets dont fail me now need you right on time Say, right on time Please stay paced and the ground need you right on time Say, you right on time Streets dont fail me now need you right on time Say, you right on time God, please lift the smile need you right on time Say, right on time Runaway from the fire, I fly downhill Lay your head over this side, now You keep pain on the inside, now Whats been eating you, whos been needing you You been keeping it down, and You been taking me higher and higher Functioning addict, I’m high off her passion Chasing history’s baddest, I mastered this apparatus Rackin my brain, Im scared of being average Going against the grain just tryna maintain my savage Foolish of her to try to play towards my vanity And foolish of me to let her do it, I love calamity I love a challenge, naw I love the fantasy And this is high stakes I risk it all for a pair of snakes Connect the dot nigga this is fate Im talking predestination Im talking blind dedication Plan B is contraception we didn’t make it Sexercise a little bit of patience The love of the rush is us Im addicted to violence, helicopters, and sirens Blood pressure is skying, nigga Im trying I never felt more alive than I felt dying Heroin Streets dont fail me now need you right on time Say, right on time Please stay paced and ground need you right on time Say, you right on time Streets dont fail me now need you right on time Say, you right on time God please lift the smile need you right on time Say, right on time I heard you spending all your time baby And you could never get a dime baby At least a nigga got a dime baby Its hard to come home Its hard to come home She my gift and my curse, she really quenching my thirst Baby my vice, she got me driving with no headlights She know my thoughts, pleasures, and pain Everybody love her and she love everybody the same She said I got a plan, got a plan for ya I might hold a couple bands for ya Leave a message in the sand for ya Tell me you want me to change, hell naw Im still sippin the same Nigga its just like heroin

Come on Me, Ive been searching, for that right one And hopefully I found her I found her My nigga tells me bout this girl that he knows, oh Said she the type of girl that Im looking for, oh Shout me her number and said make sure I call, oh Got straight to the point when she picked up the phone When she picked up the phone she said hello and I said A friend of mine said that you were the one for me A friend of mine said that you was with everything A friend of mine said that you are good company A friend of mine said that you got good pussy baby Got good pussy baby Can I sample baby? Cause Im curious, curious I want it baby Gotta have it baby Said I need it baby cause Im so curious, curious Now girl I dont mean to come off so strong But I heard that you got the love that I want Can you promise me that its true what they say? Before you tell me your name? Is you with it? A friend of mine said that you were the one for me A friend of mine said that you was with everything A friend of mine said that you are good company A friend of mine said that you got good pussy baby Got good pussy baby Can I sample baby? Cause Im curious, curious I want it baby Gotta have it baby Said I need it baby cause Im so curious, curious {Bridge} Tell me is you with it? Is you with it? Tell me are you with it? Are you with it? Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff That coochie, that twat, that pussy stuff Whatever you wanna call it, I cant get enough I can be your lover, be your friend Be your number one or your ten Baby yell dress, and just like UPS or FedEx girl we can both send Then pray in the morning, then after we pray more play in the morning Have it your way like a shoe custom made whenever you need Or maybe like a chain of Burger Kings I promise if we do it, Ill remain serene I truly understand Nobody gotta know like a group of yes men So momma dont trip And if it goes well we can make you a flip So what its gon be miss lady my clock is tickin So please tell me you accept my proposition Are you gonna tell me now? Or you need more time if you do thats fine As long as it goes down, girl make up your mind

Welcome to the wild side, Hub citys wild side Where tecs fly thats homicide, my stacks like a mile high Fly as a bitch, got a condo on cloud 9 Slap box with God, jump off heaven and skydive So supernatural K.dot come and see me on Sci-Fi From 5-6 with five nines two mac-10s and Glock nines Lets do this however whenever tell em Im ready Waters run deep way before Katrina broke the levee Look partner, Im no gangster, Im no killer But please believe I know plenty gangsters thatll kill ya I dont like you, I dont feel ya youre very unfamiliar So please build your catalog before I knock your cattle off This saddle off on a red horse thats a red Porsche Thats not your favorite rapper in the booth Thats a dead corpse once K.dot kick chaos Niggas bitch off like canines click up and click, click, click boom Smell the fumes on my Levis Bitches poppin pills and mushrooms in my hotel rooms I squeeze dick through their thick thighs then bounce like this beat from T.Dot Six T.Vs in my new SUV F-U-C-K-Y-O-U pay me Or pay me no attention and meet the criminal henchmen Genesis aint shit, I know local henchmen Come shoot me Im in a two seater with hootie, motherfucker Welcome to the wild side Welcome to the wild side Welcome to the wild side Hub citys wild side Welcome to the wild side Hub citys wild side Welcome to the wild side Welcome to the wild side Welcome to the wild side Hub citys wild side Where tecs fly, thats homicide My stacks like a mile high

Yeah give respect to the trigger finger I’ve been pushed that line since grade school of fools Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now But they can’t get it she got ass with a nose like Pippen, my Pimpin it aint never scared My Pimpin it aint never scared Got real estate over there and hustle over here Dare a nigga try to take it he gonna fake it till he make it Shawty break em like a bracelet thats real talk Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught You already know if you do then you dead And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat But suck it up bitch deal with it huh Aint no glitch in my computer Bangin beats for the gudda paper planes no hookahs yeah Im the driver and the shooter and the taxi I dare you motherfuckers get at me Yeah Yeah Yeah I dare you motherfuckers get at me See I grow up with the blue team before there was a ustream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoe strings Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I’m a factor Here with this career until i’m in the here after Classic With this mic like Mike when he was blacker and you You and remind of me when I was wacker I read lines and bring drama like a actor But I’m so Hollywood that you would think that I’m a rapper You think I got it backwards? It really doesn’t matter Producer meets the rapper he’s the former I’m the latter Spacing out this bar so you niggas cloud climb on Im proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be The mainstreams dream meets the nightmare of normalcy The anti of every thing cool Still most likely to succeed cuz there aint no rules My nigga we out here, four door Cutlass Aint enough room for your luggage Dont trip You fabricate to the public we don’t believe shit Believe it or not call your bluff then leave your ass wit knots The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him Im sure to cause a spectrum Especially with my mental telepathy start to f em aka fuckem Aka nothings in my way once I start b-b-bucking Fuck up your function and your house party my lifes shortly about fortune and vice If the feds caught me I tread softly the judge toss me life And your autopsy and my posse came through properly right Everyones watching me all right if youre not watching me like Sent my big cousin a kite got my shit buzzing when there wasnt even a doorbell, a insect or light year in sight Amen now wont you be a man and pay respects Enjoy as we progress destroy ya baby steps Enjoy Son Enjoy son Enjoy Son Enjoy son Enjoy Son

I gotta ball for my dead homies I gotta ball for my dead homies I count this bread for my dead homies Smoking dodo in your mama house She get off work early, cussing at us, and kick us out Popping wheelies on aqueducts in the summer We stealing minibikes whistle when Gonzalez was coming And I remember Shaniqua gave you the cold shoulder Says she dont fuck with niggas thats chirping on Boost Mobiles Im laughing at you and praying that the choppers dont catch you (Never catch me, never Never catch me, never Never catch me, never) We ditching third period just to fuck your school up We know where you from homie, uniforms cant fool us Chalk it up like you sposed Cornrows with the zags in the middle Platinum FUBU jeans, rubber bands wrapped around the denim I remember... I can feel when you around You forever hold it down I return the favor when Im on stages In love and memory, no enemy could separate us And so I gotta say this How Im laughing, now Im crying, I miss you How I fought you, I hugged you, I remember I love it even if I get no bigger Youre forever my dawg, my nigga Im in this club thinking bout my boys As I cry tears of joy like Woo-woo-woo-woo Woo-woo-woo-woo Pushing foreigns, flying cars Poppin trophies, by the mall Bring back Derek, Stunna Deuce Pat Dawg thats my cousin, love him too Wishing I could reverse, us patrolling the turf Tams burger for breakfast, chili fries on my shirt Granny said go to church, how often did we listen? Sunday school wasnt cool, lets be getting at bitches Aw man, I got weight on my shoulder Aw man, I got Aw man, I got so many angels to feed Look to the heavens, they depend on me This personal, I hope you know my loyalty Will always run deep So I put it down two times When Im on these beats Put my candle in the street Put my faith in where you at Gone, but youre not forgotten Chad, I promise Ill be back Im saying Im laughing, Im crying, I miss you I fought you, I hugged you, I remember I love it even if I get no bigger Youre forever my dawg, my nigga Im in this club thinking bout my boys As I cry tears of joy like Woo-woo-woo-woo (Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo Woo-woo-woo-woo Woo-woo-woo-woo Ba-Ba, bow-bow) You cant change the world if you cant change yourself You can please the world, but not God himself You can have the world and still need some help You outlast the world, if your heart is real You cant change the world if you cant change yourself You can please the world, but not God himself You can have the world and still need some help You outlast the world, if your heart is real

Dont look at me goddammit! Ayo Q, you want a piece of this? City filled with this filthy air Evil pump in my blood, how dare you to stare Never felt fair, no room for a tear Come on dump, dont give a fuck if the coast clear Jacket cover the ratchet, pants hang to my calf Burner over the ab, sendin shots under your jab You really wanna diss me? Believe it like Ripley when Im off the fifth of whiskey Damaging my kidney, I wish a nigga tempt me Then its all bad, leave his parents all sad Cops with a mystery, murderin aint shit to me This a killing symphony, my nigga, for real I still keep the weapon concealed, body will spill Hollow tips stuck in your grill, give a fuck how you feel Tired of resisting this murder addiction Fuck a conviction, bust shots, slaughter conviction Lucifer soul, my temperature cold Eyes blood shot, throwin up blood clots, body in shock I need me a doc, but I figure Im too sick Fuck it, adrenaline pumping may lead in to something Assumption on life is still, livin a trife Asthmatic causing havoc, keep spazzin til my brain get damaged Still remain most scandalous, that bang hammers Fuck surveillance, shit, murk in front of cameras Dump em in the sand like tan or big blands More grammar shit, Im the illest motherfucker Verse 2: Splash blocks like Dikembe when I sensai, who wanna shoot? The liquor hear me, Im off the Remy like Papoose I got the truths of a thousand bishops Troops of a thousand niggas, you can get your ass missing Like a white bitch with big tits to be specific Im over they heads when the words get pledged Fright night, gun tucked tight like a newborn Dance with the Devil, hopefully you get your groove on When I blaze this metal Like a rolling stone, flesh and bones come out Like a thug reunion, watch yall dumb out Most likely, half of you fraudulent niggas dont like me Scared to fight me even if you had hands just like me K Dot, bare arms like a haltertop Live from the barbershop, who want a fade? Who want war? I got a drawer full of hand grenades Take it back to them Contra days, so fall back Its real, off cognac, and pills, we twist caps then peel Bananas with the hammers, play if you will A bullet proof for a shield, that wont work I got big big very big big bullets, and they hurt Lift up your skirt if you play pussy, dont push me, Im light You pushing up daisies, if the pump do a push up tonight I put, I put a new price on your head, like a mannequin dressed well Students from Harvard can hear the nigga Yale Im cold hearted, oh well I gets retarded, the yellow bus Im a park it In front of your house, hop out, gun in ya mouth Duck shows in your peek hole, me and my Hoover crip But all I bang is your bitch, dont get me twist Lets do this, Im ludicrous, disturbing the peace Pacing back and forth like a stewardess, its plain to see Da Evils If you gotta go out, thats how you go out! That motherfucker took his destiny in his own hands!

A drizzly Sunday morning in Compton, the sky an un-California-ish gray. Into the parking lot of a local hamburger stand pulls a chromed-out black Mercedes SUV, driven by 27-year-old Kendrick Lamar, arguably the most talented rapper of his generation. there are a half-dozen guys from the neighborhood waiting to meet him: L, Turtle, G-Weed. I grew up with all these cats, Lamar says. He nods to Mingo, a Compton-born sweetheart who is roughly the size of the truck he arrived in: I dont need to hire a bodyguard. Look how fucking big he is! The burger joint, Tams, sits at the corner of Rosecrans and Central, a famous local spot recently made infamous when Suge Knight allegedly ran over two men with his truck in the parking lot, killing one of them. Homey died right here, G-Weed says, pointing to a dark spot on the asphalt. That security camera caught everything. Theyre building a case. Lamar grew up just six blocks from here, in a little blue three-bedroom house at 1612 137th St. Across the street is the Louisiana Fried Chicken where he used to get the three-piece meal with fries and lemonade; over there is the Rite Aid where he walked to buy milk for his little brothers. Tams was another hangout. This is where I seen my second murder, actually. he says. Eight years old, walking home from McNair Elementary. Dude was in the drive-thru ordering his food, and homey ran up, boom boom - smoked him. He saw his first murder at age five, a teenage drug dealer gunned down outside Lamars apartment building. After that, he says, you just get numb to it. Its almost noon, but Lamar is just starting his day - having spent a late night in the studio scrambling to finish his new album, To Pimp a Butterfly, which has to be done in five days. Hes dressed casually in a gray hoodie, maroon sweatpants, and white socks with black slides, but recognizable enough that an old lady in line decides to tease him while complaining about the heat inside. Yall need to put the air conditioner on, she calls to the manager. Kendrick Lamar is here! Lamar may be a two-time Grammy winner with a platinum debut executive-produced by Dr. Dre, and with fans from Kanye West to Taylor Swift. But here at Tams, hes also Kendrick Duckworth, Paula and Kennys son. Inside, a middle-aged woman who just left church comes up and gives him a hug, and he buys lunch for a cart-toting lady he knows used to be a harmless crack addict. Outside, an old man in a motorized wheelchair scoots over to introduce himself. He says he moved here in 1951, when Compton was still majority-white. Back in the day, we had the baddest cars in L.A., he says. I just wanted you to know where you came from. Its a hell of a neighborhood. On his breakthrough album, 2012s good kid, m.A.A.d City, Lamar made his name by chronicling this neighborhood, vividly evoking a specific place and a specific time . It was a concept album about adolescence, told with cinematic precision through the eyes of someone young enough to recall every detail Lamars parents moved here from Chicago in 1984, three years before Kendrick was born. His dad, Kenny Duckworth, was reportedly running with a South Side street gang called the Gangster Disciples, so his mom, Paula Oliver, issued an ultimatum. She said, I cant fuck with you if you aint trying to better yourself, Lamar recounts. We cant be in the streets forever. They stuffed their clothes in two black garbage bags and boarded a train to California with $500. They were going to go to San Bernardino, Lamar says. But my Auntie Tina was in Compton. She got em a hotel until they got on their feet, and my mom got a job at McDonalds. For the first couple of years, they slept in their car or motels, or in the park when it was hot enough. Eventually, they saved enough money to get their first apartment, and thats when they had me. Lamar has a lot of good memories of Compton as a kid: riding bikes, doing back flips off friends roofs, sneaking into the living room during his parents house parties. Then theres one of his earliest memories - the afternoon of April 29th, 1992, the first day of the South Central riots Kendrick was four. I remember riding with my pops down Bullis Road, and looking out the window and seeing motherfuckers just running, he says. I can see smoke. We stop, and my pops goes into the AutoZone and comes out rolling four tires. I know he didnt buy them. Im like, Whats going on? Then we get to the house, Lamar continues, and him and my uncles are like, We fixing to get this, we fixing to get that, we fixing to get all this shit! Im thinking theyre robbing. Theres some real mayhem going on in L.A. Then, as time progresses, Im watching the news, hearing about Rodney King and all this, I said to my mom, So the police beat up a black man, and now everybodys mad? Ok. I get it now. Weve been sitting on the patio a while when Lamar sees someone he knows at the bus stop. Matt Jeezy! What up, bro? Matt Jeezy nods. Thats my boy, Lamar says. Hes part of the inner circle. Lamar has a few friends like this, guys hes known all his life. But often hed rather be by himself He was always a loner, Kendricks mom says. Lamar agrees: I was always in the corner of the room watching. He has two little brothers and one younger sister, but until he was seven, he was an only child. He was so precocious his parents nicknamed him Man-Man. I grew up fast as fuck, he says. My moms used to walk me home from school - we didnt have no car - and wed talk from the county building to the welfare office. He would ask me questions about Section 8 and the Housing Authority, so Id explain it to him, his mom says. I was keeping it real. The Duckworths survived on welfare and food stamps, and Paula did hair for $20 a head. His dad had a job at KFC, but at a certain point, says Lamar, I realized his work schedule wasnt really adding up. It wasnt until later that he suspected Kenny was probably making money off the streets. They wanted to keep me innocent, Lamar says now. I love them for that. To this day, he and his dad have never discussed it. I dont know what type of demons he has, Lamar says, but I dont wanna bring them shits up. Theres a famous story from Tom Pettys childhood in which a 10-year-old Tom sees Elvis shooting a movie near his hometown in Florida, takes on look at the white Cadillac and the girls, and decides to become a rock star on the spot. Lamar has a similar story - only for him its sitting on his dads shoulders outside the Compton Swap Meet, age eight, watching Dr. Dre and 2Pac shoot a video for California Love. I want to say they were in a white Bentley, Lamar says. These motorcycle cops trying to conduct traffic but one almost scraped the car, and Pac stood up on the passenger seat, like, Yo, what the fuck! He laughs. Yelling at the police, just like on his motherfucking songs. He gave us what we wanted. Being a rapper was far from preordained for Lamar. As late as middle school, he had a noticeable stutter. Just certain words, he says. It came when I was excited or in trouble. He loved basketball - he was short, but quick - and dreamed of making it to the NBA. But in seventh grade, an English teacher named Mr. Inge turned him on to poetry - rhymes, metaphors, double-entendres - and Lamar fell in love. You could put all your feelings down on a sheet of paper, and theyd make sense to you, he says. I liked that. At home, Lamar started writing non-stop. We used to wonder what he was doing with all that paper, his dad says. I thought he was doing homework! I didnt know he was writing lyrics. I had never heard him say profanity before, says his mom. Then I found his little rap lyrics, and it was all Eff you. D-i-c-k. Im like, Oh, my God! Kendricks a cusser! An A student, Lamar flirted with the idea of going to college. I could have went. I should have went. But by the time he was in high school, he was running with a bad crowd. This is the crew he raps about on good kid, m.A.A.d City - the ones doing robberies, home invasions, running from the cops Once his mom found a bloody hospital gown, from a trip he took to the ER with one of his little homeys who got smoked. Another time she found him curled up crying in the front yard. She thought he was sad because his grandmother had just died: I didnt know somebody had shot at him. One night, the police knocked on their door and said he was involved in an incident in their neighborhood, and his parents, in a bout of tough love, kicked him out for two days. And thats a scary thing, Lamar says, because you might not come back. After a couple of hours, the mood on Rosecrans starts to shift. An ambulance roars by, sirens blaring. In the middle of the street, a homeless man is shouting at passing cars. Lamar starts to grow uneasy, his eyes glancing at the corners. I ask if everythings OK. Its the temperature, he says. Its uh, raising a little bit. A few minutes later, one of his friends - whos been cruising back and forth on his bicycle all afternoon, patrolling the perimeter - calls out, Rollers! and a few seconds later, two L.A. County sherrif cruisers round the corner. There they go, Lamar says, as they hit their lights and take off As a teenager, the majority of my interactions with police were not good, Lamar says. There were a few good ones who were actually protecting the community. But then you have ones from the Valley. They never met me in their life, but since Im a kid in basketball shorts and a white T-shirt, they wanna slam me on the hood of the car. Sixteen years old, he says, nodding toward the street. Right there by that bus stop. Even if hes not a good kid, that dont give you the right to slam a minor on the ground, or pull a pistol on him. Lamar says hes had police pull guns on him on two occasions. The first was when he was 17, cruising around Compton with his friend Moose. He says a cop spotted their flashy green Camaro and pulled them over, and when Moose couldnt find his license fast enough, the cop pulled a gun. He literally put the beam on my boys head, Lamar recalls. I remember driving off in a silence, feeling violated, and him being so angry a tear dropped from his eye. The story of the second time is murkier: Lamar wont say what he and his friends were up to, only that a cop drew his gun and they ran. We was in the wrong, he admits. But we just kids. Its not worth pulling your gun out over. Especially when we running away. Friends of his werent so lucky. Just after midnight on June 13th, 2007, officers from the LAPDs Southeast Division responded to a domestic-violence call on East 120th Street, about five minutes from Lamars house. There, they found his good friend D.T. allegedly holding a 10-inch knife. According to police, D.T. charged, and an officer opened fire, killing him. It never really quite added up, Lamar says. But heres the crazy thing. Normally when we find out somebody got killed, the first thing we say is Who did it? Where we gotta go? Its a gang altercation. But this time it was the police - the biggest gang in California. Youll never win against them. On an otherwise positive song called Hiiipower, from his 2011 mixtape Section.80, Lamar rapped, I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol/Aim it at a pig, Charlottes Web is going to miss you. Its an unsettling line, especially coming from a rapper who often subverts gangster tropes but rarely trafficks in them. I was angry, he says. To be someone with a good heart, and to still be harassed as a kid...it took a toll on me. Soon youre just saying, Fuck everything. That line was me getting those frustrations out. And Im glad I could get them out with a pen and a paper. About three years ago, Lamar was flipping through the channels on his tour bus when he saw on the news a report that a 16-year old named Trayvon Martin had been shot to death in a Florida subdivision. It just put a whole new anger inside me, Lamar says. It made me remember how I felt. Being harassed, my partners being killed. He grabbed a pen and started writing, and within an hour, he had rough verses for a new song, The Blacker the Berry:Coming from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, my dick is big My nose is round and wide You hate me, dont you? You hate my people Your plan is to terminate my culture...But as soon as Lamar wrote, he also started thinking about his own time in the streets and all the wrong Ive done. So he started writing a new verse, in which he turned the microscope on himself. How can he criticize America for killing young black men, he asks, when young black men are often just as good at it? As the songs narrator put it, Why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street/When gangbanging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?/Hypocrite When it was finally released last month, the song sparked a rash of think pieces, with some listeners saying Lamar was ignoring the real problem: the systemic racism that created the conditions for black-on-black crime in the first place. Coupled with a recent Billboard interview in which Lamar seemed to suggest that some of the responsibility for preventing killings like that of Michael Brown lay with black people themselves, some fans thought he sounded like a right-wing apologist. The rapper Azealia Banks called his comments the dumbest shit Ive ever heard a black man say. Lamar says hes not an idiot. I know the history, he says. Im not talking about that. Im talking from a personal standpoint. Im talking about gangbanging He grew up surrounded by gangs. Some of his close friends were West Side Pirus, a local Blood affiliate, and his mom says her brothers were Compton Crips. One of his uncles did a 15-year stretch for robbery, and another is locked up now for the same; his Uncle Tony, meanwhile, was shot in the head at a burger stand when kendrick was a boy. But Lamar says he was taught that change starts from within. My moms always told me: How long you gonna play the victim? he says. I can say Im mad and I hate everything, but nothing really changes until I change myself. So no matter how much bullshit weve been through as a community, Im strong enough to say fuck that, and acknowledge myself and my own struggles. When Lamar released the new albums first single, i, last September, many fans werent sure what to make of it. A blast of pop positivity that samples an Isley Brothers hit recently heard soundtracking a Swiffer commercial, it felt like an odd move for Lamar, whos known for more complex fare. People called it corny, mocked its feel-good, Happy-style chorus . I know people might think that means Im conceited or something, Lamar says. No. It means Im depressed. Lamar is sitting in the Santa Monica recording studio where he made much of his new album, dressed in a charcoal sweatsuit and Reeboks. His baseball cap is pulled low over his sprouting braids, and he speaks softly and thoughtfully, with long pauses between sentences Ive woken up in the morning and felt like shit, he says. Feeling guilty. Feeling angry. Feeling regretful. As a kid from Compton, you can get all the success in the world and still question your worth. Lamar says he intended i as a Keep Ya Head Up-style message for his friends in the penitentiary. But he also wrote it for himself, to ward off dark thoughts. My partner Jason Estrada told me, If you dont attack it, it will attack you, Lamar says. If you sit around moping, feeling sad and stagnant, its gonna eat you alive. I had to make that record. Its a reminder. It makes me feel good. Lamar also points out that the fans who scratched their heads at i had yet to hear u - its counterpoint on the album. i is the answer to u, he says. The latter is four and a half minutes of devastating honesty, with Lamar almost sopping over a discordant beat, berating himself about his lack of confidence and calling himself a fucking failure. Its the sound of a man staring into the mirror and hating what he sees, punctuated by a self-aware hook: Loving you is complicated. That was one of the hardest songs I had to write, he says. Theres some very dark moments in there. All my insecurities and selfishness and letdowns. That shit is depressing as a motherfucker. But it helps, though, he says. It helps. Lamar has documented his inner struggles before, most notably on Swimming Pools, from good kid, which explores his past troubles with alcohol and his familys history of addiction. But once he got successful, he says, things got more difficult, not less. One of his biggest issues was self esteem - accepting that he deserved to be where he was. And some of that came from his discomfort around white people Im going to be 100 percent real with you, Lamar says. In all my days of schooling, from preschool all the way up to 12th grade, there was not one white person in my class. Literally zero. Before he started touring, he had barely left Compton; when he finally did, the culture shock threw him. Imagine only discovering that when youre 25, Lamar says. Youre around people you dont know how to communicate with. You dont speak the same lingo. It brings confusion and insecurity. Questioning how did I get here, what am I doing? That was a cycle I had to break quick. But at the same time, youre excited, because youre in a different environment. The world keeps going outside the neighborhood. The week good kid was released, Lamar began keeping a diary. It really came from the conversations I had with Dre, he says. Hearing him tell stories about all these moments, and how it went by like that - he snaps. I didnt want to forget how I was feeling when my album dropped, or when I went back to Compton. Lamar ended up filling multiple notebooks. Theres a lot of weird shit in there, he says. Lot of drawings, visuals. Where as good kid was an exercise in millennial nostalgia, To Pimp a Butterfly is firmly in the present. Its his take on what it means to be young and black in America today - and more specifically, what it means to be Kendrick Lamar, navigating success, expectation and his own self-doubt Musically, the album - at least the half that hes comfortable sharing so far - is adventurous, borrowing from free jazz and 1970s funk. Lamar says he listened to a lot of Miles Davis and Parliament. His producer Mark Sounwave Spears, whos known Lamar since he was 16, says, Every producer Ive ever met was sending me stuff - but there was a one-in-a-million chance you could send us a beat that actually fit what we were doing. Ali says Lamar works synesthetically - He talks in colors all the time: Make it sound purple. Make it sound light green. But of all the albums colors, the most prominent is black. There are allusions to the entire sweep of African-American history, from the dispora to the cotton fields to the Harlem renaissance to Obama. Mortal Man name-checks leaders from Mandela to MLK all the way back to moses. On King Kunta, a stomping blast of James Brown funk, he imagines himself as the titular slave from Roots, shouting the punchline Everybody wanna cut the legs off him!/Black man taking no losses! Hanging over it all, of course, are the tragedies of the past three years: Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice. Says Sounwave, To me, the album is perfect for right now. If the world was happy, maybe wed give you a happy album. But right now, we are not happy. Lamar - who calls the album fearful, honest and unapologetic - is coy about what the title means. Just putting the word pimp next to butterfly... he says, then laughs. Its a trip. Thats something that will be a phrase forever. Itll be taught in college courses - I truly believe that. I ask if hes the pimp or the butterfly, and he just smiles. I could be both, he says On the last day of February, Lamar and two dozen loved ones are gathered at a $6 million mansion in Calabasas, for a surprise birthday party for Sounwave. The estate belongs to Top Dawg Tiffeth, part of a group of properties so exclusive theyre protected by two security gates, the second presumably to keep out the riff-raff inhabiting the mansions inside the first. NBA star Paul Pierce lives across the street, and multiple Kardashians live around the block. Theres probably a million dollars in this driveway, says Lamars tour manager, a friendly dude named retOne, as he surveys the Audis, Benzes and Range Rovers out front Lamar lives down the coast with his longtime girlfriend, Whitney , in a tri-level condo he rents in the South Bay, on the water. He still hasnt splurged on much: So far his biggest purchase is a relatively modest house in the suburbs east of L.A., which he bought for his parents more than a year ago. Top Dawg says that at first his mom didnt want to take it, because it meant giving up their Section 8 status. Kendrick had to reassure her: Its OK, Mom. Were good. In the kitchen, the girls are snacking and chatting, while the guys are in the home theater watching the new Kobe documentary. In the dining room, Lamar is talking to Sounwave and his manager Dave Free, trying to make last-minute changes to the record thats due out in two weeks Eventually, Whitney comes in and rests her hand on Lamars shoulder. Theyre about the blow out the candles, she says. Everyone moves into the kitchen to sing Happy Birthday to Sounwave, and Lamar stands beside Whitney, his arm around her waist. They look happy. Sounwave is about to blow out the candles when someone tells him to make a wish - but before he can, Lamar jumps in and makes one for him. I wish, he says, smiling, for hot beats!

Now everybody sing that shit Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we dont wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac In his prime, thug life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing when the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncles dome Snapback fitted Snapback fitted Snapback fitted On my uncles dome And I dont condone dickriding, Im addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit Compton!, a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit Cant block or screen that shit Cant block or Cant block or Cant block or Screen that shit Cant block or screen that shit Now everybody sing that shit Now everybody sing that shit Im addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit Scream that shit Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit Cant block or screen that shit Cant block or Cant block or Cant block or Screen that shit Cant block or screen that shit Now everybody sing that shit

All the spoons in my kitchen Bend ya up, and bend ya back down All the girls in my bedroom Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out All the rules to this game, oh I Bend it girl, bend it girl Uh, Soon as I enter I put a hurting on it If I don’t kill it she injured For a Long time Summer, spring and winter Fall for anything, you clumsy ass nigga Jumping off the boat in some 87 Locs She’s seen them hundred spokes And then that woman spoke But I don’t talk back, I put my life on tracks If that don’t work put your wife on track Show me where the candle wax It must be you, cuz I burn right through Everything ya’ll do High octane when I bring on my last name Mr. Lamar AKA “The Cash King Quicker than pre-cum won’t you give her a reason; To not meet up with me like a vegan Psssst! God-Damn I’m the fuckin man She said fuck her man Now she fuck with Mann All the spoons in my kitchen Bend ya up, and bend ya back down All the girls in my bedroom Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out All the rules to this game, oh I Bend it girl, bend it girl Everytime I close my eyes I see a different dream I pray to God that we don’t close until we reach our dreams College tuition for daughters and I ain’t even father Now I got a rebel at the altar call me prince or king Six digits for me like we did to offer I used to call me Waldo, and now they call me Walter Yeah, I hide in them uckle pants, living without a purpose, man But that just got my circumstances And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy Death come in threes and you’re looking like triplets boys In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bag of seeds I’m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me But I just gave the name and number like the maitre D ‘cause all I wanna do was roll up hash and smash the ass of a bitch who lived like Kim Kardashian All the spoons in my kitchen Bend ya up, and bend ya back down All the girls in my bedroom Bend ya in and bend ya in and bend ya back out All the rules to this game, oh I Bend it girl, bend it girl She is the last straw, I’ve bend her and slip slow My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights Shake well and all they do, I’m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew Either I’m bending space out or I’m just bending space in I put my heart on tracks, but it’s four AM and that chick’s still racing One bed, two girls, three way, four times My shame came off their clothes, it’s paradise of the mind Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom I meet my darker side and it’s a pleasure just to meet him I’m thinking about puffing and writing while fucking Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow ain’t come And if tomorrow ain’t come and that’s the name that she told me But when you hit this level, every first name is phoneme But here, the air tastes better, weed is more potent and girls seem wetter Days are a haze and drinks just stronger, nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer I’m only here for one night, it’s Disneyland for man, white girls, blue kush, red lights America and Amster…damn

Oh, lord, oh, lord Pretty ass girl over there, come play on ma nappy hair! Drizzy Drake, here we go, look Bitch, Im gettin’ it how I live, I put that on my left rib 25 with no kids but this dick you can babysit 25 lighters in the sky, what life is a real nigga 20 Al-Qaeda bomb when I do sight fore I kill niggas Passion my preference, Benjamin Franklin my medicine The MVP let him in, Ima fuck up his letterman Jackets with pendants on them And I got plenty war story, politic never depended on ’em Uncle Sam never did shit for me, momma made miracles Choppers drove me hysterical, cartoons and cereal Pyramids on Imperial, thats the projects And I make that progress from a tedious process Im a problem better yet a prospect, fuck that Im a Loch Ness monster Conquer, Compton, Hail King K-Dot, aka them casings of AK just sprayed your way uh, compensate for shooting for the stars muhafucka, click, brrt Shooting up the charts, muhfucka See, a rich nigga will buy anything that you sell em A broke nigga believe anything that you tell em I let smokers pump my gas, but I do that very seldom Drop your ass at the unemployment, the only way I help em They call me a role model, Im still a baby myself Hungover from last night, got to speak at your school at 12 Hennessy with the Sprite had me bouncing like Rumpelstiltskin They caught me rummaging through women, I’m laughing like Elliott Wilson Pay me respect and pay me on my checks My first 50 thousand collected paid off some street debts You know killers that looked out for me back when I was hungry We go back like Reebok classics and black and blue saucony I got a genuine clean slate, never you ask for my fucking rate Never I’m handing out favors, bitch, every show now is 200k As I write down my new bucket list, I can look down on your fucking hate Get the fuck up when Im in your presence, you listen when I fucking say What the fuck you niggas want from me? The only nigga that I owe is God! Huh? Huh? Drizzy What the fuck these niggas want from me? The only nigga that I owe is God!

Fly, nah, drive car Crib, ayy, splash Move dart, uh Dash, dash, move, ayy Smooth, ayy, spaz Sped, dash, move, ayy I fly Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu Oh my, wait up, give my flavor Rari racer, oh my god! Leave my lodge, too high, stars Wake up, whip up Made a mil, ticket Got a thick Asian See my crib ceiling I might Lambo it Bitch, I crawl in it Diamond blue grillin Guess who, bitch? Own it All my clique on it Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu New floors and the new crib for GOAT No look when Im dripped out for the toast Legs up like cHop stix, like cHop stix I sold out my front row to the back rows Top down, ballin, hoes keep callin Maxed out paper, maxed out acres Maxed out stroke, legs unfocused Back-seat drivin, ass keep poppin Send them things, send the pictures Ima on my mission Get the from Ima for Hit the fly, count the Get the soak, no-no missin Get the to get the Gotta get the, get the, get the yo Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu Ayy, chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks Ayy, ouu-ouu, ayy, ouu-ouu

On the response to the line I’m the king of New York: It made me go back here and feel like I probably gotta dumb down my lyrics nowadays, for people to take it way out of context the way they did… The main heads that really understood the context of the line was the actual kings of New York, the cats that I sat down with this past week. They’re not understanding that it’s not about the culture, it’s not about what side we on, it’s about being great as Biggie, as Pac, the two cats that I referenced… I feel like I’m a student. I’m a student of the work that they did. When I put down 20 years in the game, I can eventually plant my foot and have that same type of legacy… I never take the history behind what Pac laid or what BIG laid. On Kendrick’s king of rap, Snoop Dogg: To keep it 100 with you, Snoop will always be number one, and I’m from the West Coast, and he gave me that. But out of respect for my big homie, I understand it. He laid down. I only got one album out homie. One album out. I got years to be doing this. At the end of the day, Snoop will always be my big homie and the legends that came before me they will always stand tall where they’re at. But I can’t stop myself from wanting to be great just like them. On East/West rivalry in 2013: I feel as though you have certain cats that are really gonna take it to the next level and make it a rivalry thing and try to bring back that whole thing. No that’s old school homie. We black men out here trying to uplift the culture. My first sold out show was in New York…I respect the legends in the game. I respect people that done it before me, people that lost their lives over this. Because of what they laid down, I’m gonna try to go ten times harder and breathe it and live it. That’s the point of the whole verse, what I was trying to convey through that verse. All the ignorance behind it, you can kill that noise. It’ll never be like that again, two coast rivalry. Not on my behalf.

Its over, its really over Kobe really retired, its crazy! Its just a trip to even be doing this right now Kobe really retiring Call in marks, Kendrick take one What can I say? I mean really, what can we say? Day by day, season by season, twenty, to be exact Growing up watching him paint murals Using this building as his first studio Using L.A. as his canvas Restoring crowns back to where they belong Under royal banners, purple and gold The color of royalty My one man L.A. king Back to Kobe, fallaway pull up Oh! What a way to finish! Kobe Never meaningless could never mean less Thats what he means at this moment All season has been his goodbye Him to us, us to him, to the whole world Still got magic, but he made it magical From Compton to Crenshaw Jack to Jeanie We were all witnesses To all things that was him I mean, we shared with him the world Kobe, inside the three point arc... Kobe Bryant has hit a shot at the buzzer! WOO! Soon enough, he became our identity If you wasnt born and raised here Or never lived here You probably would never understand Im-a make sure you do Im talking about the 81 points Im talking about the afro Im talking about the alleyoop to Shaq The off-glass buzzer beater over D-Wade The game four overtime takeover in the Finals Kobe Im talking about the posterizing of Steve Nash Im talking about Dwight Howards rookie year when he got baptized You remember that Kobe bodied him The helicopter The five parades Kobe The mashed-up gamut of emotions with you and with ourselves is so deep I dont think nobody can break that bond So I ask, how do empires last when theres no longer an emperor? I mean, we got you But at the same time, we got you Im talking about your blood, your sweat, your tears Even your DNA is placed in these L.A. concretes, man And nothing would ever replace that or erase that Forever great in our hearts So with that being said Know that its never goodbye Its simply respect due Our due, forever Kobe

Got the ghetto in my heart every time that I spit it Walk it like I talk it, this is how Im living Still on the block, dwelling with my niggas We dont got no job, selling dope be our business Lord be my witness, trying to get a million Flushing everything if they run inside my building Niggas steady snitching Bitches steady riffing Raffing, until I start clapping, Im itching Im so Cal Cals under my white tee when I walk out Niggas be hating, I dont trust smiles Me and Ransom representing the same struggle In the gutter its all about money and muscle Feds dont want to see us free They got us under surveillance like TMZ, yeah Its Jay Rock, I be these streets I promise to keep it real til I D-I-E, yeah I was on the block, ducking, running from cops On the corner slanging the rock Now Im on top, pulling up in the drop Saying peace to hip-hop I struggled way before I got on So I gotta put my struggle in song Came a long way, Im here to stay We all came from the gutter Say we ball free, living by the name of my brother Put the cane in the cubbard Childhood scars from the pain that we suffered Mom dukes always tried to raise us above it Pop dukes always tried to claim that he loved us Now we blaming each other Got my brain from my mother You cant judge a book by the grain of its cover Or the name, or the color I sold drugs to my nigga Pop So you know the devils on my side when I hit the block So you shouldnt be surprised when I get the guap Flip the rock, watch the water bubble when it hit the pot A fiend died last night, time to switch the tops If you dont know what time it is you better fix your clock Now were not even surprised when the pistol pop We dont even move, know the rules never snitch to cops I just spent my whole life trying to make it out Dreaming of a check, in a Lex, throwing paper out Theyre trying to break the house Got to go the safest route Not a blind date, but these apes trying to take me out I used to be a nobody from the projects Now my projects got me flyer than a cockpit I used to cop bricks, loading up Glock clips Now Im in the drop picks, talking about stock tips Okay, maybe Im exaggerating I aint filthy rich, but I got imagination Its my year to eat and I got a platter waiting Sharks in the water, I sort of got them salivating Im living a life considered a price My past years couldve had me up in prison for life I am the, tip of the ice, division of christ This duffle bag red nigga, just admit it Im nice

One shot kill, one shot kill hey One shot kill, hey, one shot kill One shot kill go! I say, thinkin of a master plan Motherfucker, Im a mastermind Im an 18-year-old dollar sign Im a one-man tragedy, Im Columbine Im sharp as fuck but no porcupine Penitentiary blade to cut yo ass up Good-lookin hunk Lookin for anybody thats lookin for me Shotty look em right in the eye What do I see? A scared nigga waitin to die A scared nigga, I even got you a suit and tie Something suitable Sledge hammer break down your nail cuticles Nigga, I do the unusual Torture Anything is necessary in the art of war Slam his head inside the suicidal doors Do him like lil man off Players Club Roll around till his knees rub Shit Im a ground hog No, Im a young hog Hoggin up all the money from all a yall Its funny how all yall wanna be my associates Come around, smile, like that shit is appropriate Ima put it to your skullcap and open it Leave it on the side with that ho you was rollin with Im rollin with the nine millimeter close to my nuts and dick You know who you fuckin with? Im done with regular bowel movements Im on some other shit Im a fuckin beast, you a fuckin bitch Ima fuck your bitch Then send her back to you Let her suck some dick, then let her kiss on you Now, aint that a bitch? That aint right, but that’s my life If you don’t like then we gon’ fight Psyche—you gon’ be fightin a bullet Where the pump at? Thinkin of a master plan Mothafucker, Im a mastermind Im a 18-year-old dollar sign Im a one-man tragedy, Im Columbine Shit, you already know what Im about Keep the guns by the couch in the living room Company act up, we give it to them Send it to them like emails Let them sell his soul Put his body on retail If we do dirt and you tell We gon’ put you under dirt He was a good person He was down to earth but now he down to earth Chillin with the worms and the insects, his brother gon’ be next His mother gon’ be after him, kill the family tree If they fuckin with him and that him is me And that limb is lost on your body Aiming at your feet, probably Training day Sniper music Sniper music One shot kill I told you before One shot kill I told you before One shot kill I told you before One shot kill One shot kill One shot kill

Im the coolest nigga you know Migrated from the North Pole when I was fo Infatuated with cartoons and G.I. Joes Till something more greater took a toll: life Not really, more like white Air Nikes Evidently, I had a fondness for material things Ten years old trynna get a 10-K ring I forgot it was for me when the phone ringed Elementary girls callin the house Desiree and Cheryl mama end hustled what we talkin about Im talkin about the good old days when we walked without knowing that could be our last time walking out Now we cant walk witout protection Bein on the defensive, life ills This life will put you in a crazy world Just by knowing crime will never cure So Im strapped like Girbaud jeans Id rather see the pen like I was bowling Rather than death, walkin on heavy steps Its a great place, but I aint ready for Heaven yet So I told God put me at the back of the line Matter fact yesterday, swear to God I aint lyin Movin at a turtle pace, cause the fast lane got a day one uncle with one in the brain Got one in the chamber Sixteen in the clip, my eyes fluttered with anger Hip-hop trynna save my life Give credit whenever its due, the money touchin the roof Breakin the ceiling, with that being Im breakin the loot With my loved ones, life way too short, son Shoul is, gotta wake up Like a bakery, Im trynna get the cake up Never know when the day come, so we live carefree Party like its 1999, cherry cherry breath that I breath Materialistic things, it wont mean shit when you leave I aint lyin, a nigga miss the good old days Sippin Kool-Aid, Mama let the OJs play Nowadays, it seems like the end is near Cause babies killin babies like Brenda did Use ya head, mess around lose ya wig Age fifteen, shit, a nigga witnessed it Walking home from school, just me and my team Shots fired, I guess it wasnt meant for me So I thank the man in the skies above for his blessings until a nigga rise above Im fly as a dog, more dope than a drug On the microphone, lemme kick the verse for yall Hip-hopll never die as long as we alive Top Dawg E-N-T, haters dont even try You dont wanna pay the price of a lyrical ass-whoopin, well let it fly Watch your career go up in flames, let it fry Watch it die, no get back, just sit back, enjoy the ride Live like its no tomorrow, enjoy life Im still reflectin on the death of Mission of the better Only one thats necessary for Sarah See, yall can say whatever, but still it come together I used to rip it down and let you sew it back together Hip-hop forever, fuck em and whoever fed up And I wish a hex on whoever met em Im obsessed with objection And Id probably blame Common for my resurrection I used to love her too So when Im in the booth, we do what lovers do But I aint stingy, let my niggas get a piece of her too Another piece and Im through Probably trynna peace up with you Niggas got some believin to do It starts now

What would my name be? It gotta be something slick, man. It gotta be something, something real slick. Hardbody. Theres really no uniform. Thats the catch. It’s whatever the environment he’s in, he chameleons into that environment. No mask, no nothing. You dont see him coming. The powers that he project is straight love. Energy. This right here controls how everybody move and how everybody thinking. You live in a world full of hate. You feel me? The homies right here hating on you, they finna rob you. They finna do this, boom, he gon come in there. Chameleon. And you think he with you and your crew, but he working on the act of love. Yall powered up and dap out and move out to the next spot. You going to a spot full of discrimination. He blending in there too. You know? He might got a suit on. You feel me? But he acting on the work of love. And what that does is, his energy builds up to the next man and builds up all the way around the world and everybody is just full of this superb energy. Everybody getting money. Happy. Living and enjoying their lives. And not hating on the next man. Thats what he do. He might pull up in a Pinto, you feel? Or a two-door Honda or something like that. You know? Or if he in a prestige spot he might pull up in a Beamer, whatever the case is. His whole thing is about reality of it, you know, and not putting the cape on. You know? Cause he something different than a superhero. The archenemy villain, thats easy. I dont know if I wanna say a woman or a man, but I name her Lucy. Matter of fact, we gon put it to a stone, we gon disguise Lucy as a woman. In actuality its Lucifer, its a man though. Shes seductive, she seduces everybody. She comes into a room and walk out. You think you feeling the love, but once you walk out its nothing but negative tension around. You feel me? Yeah, Hardbody. Yeah, we gon do that.

Reporting live from where reporters die Newscasters coming too early witnessing homocides Pearly gates forming in the sky as we wait for your suit and tie I tailor-made it for you then told Khalifa he loves you Im really stuck on this bumpy ride Highway to hell less I flip through a demons TV-guide An angel said he seen me fry Ducking bullets I promise I couldnt stop the work my niggas have put in Your brains is banana pudding Im looking for trouble, looking for hustle Im a grinder, choppas in the path finder I aint no killa, I aint no drug dealer Im a real nigga with real emotions that stand behind a Brick wall, you knock it down then Im forced to align ya With the stars of Venus and Jupiter You aint aint gangsta, you fooling us The government dont know what to do with us Internal affairs investigate while LAPD speculate Crooked cops on my bumper dumping til Im first 48 I can smell a snake a mile away because they reek hate But any anaconda can die on a weekday Wikipedia speeding up my career like Ive been here And I dont fuck with these fuck rappers cause they been weird Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick Grab a dictionary, my styles vary, my words flip Grab a cemetery and jump in it you jive turkey Watching me through goggles, I throw hollows at James Worthy Spin your head like an owl, Im wild, I drive Fergies Thats that white thing, let my nuts & Mic hang No one ever knows the drama that I might bring Chilling with the drama king, but this aint Broadway, mane Armed forces, more fortune, alarm Porsches Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and Yall snorin, we tourin and bottle pourin Model scorin, cheat the game with fair warnings Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics High status in traffic Bad energy, getting static Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi Man on the moon, feeling managed like fuck a planet Gon with it, ashing ashes on critics Twenty racks then we split it up, feeling like a million bucks Bust hoes, run into sluts, keep it G, that shit a must Creeping in that Honda Civ, aint mine, it aint his Written down, spare the kids, back to the crib ya handle biz Lunchables and sandwiches, dude dog be mad as shit Visualize the shit I kick, never heard of witnesses Better make sure Im innocent, 18 shots at 3 niggas 6 a piece, hell of a life, done for the night, throw up they Nikes ? precise, for the cheese they call us mice, no rats Everywhere is a trap, talking bout that white girl Feeling good to be black, ya whole hood I seize that Breaking down the , fuck all that feedback Gone by the morning, I landed soon as you yawning Feeling like Im Conan, here to fuck up your whole program Who can fuck with us, no man, Hiiipower slow dance Kick a funky toe jam, gold rapper, thats trojan Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open Easily I be chosen, comparing me Im like who them Back to back tracks, running laps With dictionary words on top of verbs to prove that they wack Pressing weight to the max Hurt your man like swinging ax, release it let em chat Man amongst boys but these toys arent his racks Itunes that shittin stacks, shitting stacks while writing raps, rap! Looking humble, let them react Too many bars, not tit for tat, super hits like having bats Swinging for the fences, in the trenches making a difference Driven like a engine, directing me through my fucking mission West coast, east side, my stomping ground, come around Get your ass flatlined from niggas of that cracklines Welcome to this wildlife, steady living a wild life Trying to beat all competitors and predators, they proud knights Nightfall; lay low. Sunrise; so live Better watch your front-end, your back better have four eyes So high: satellite, smoking on that bomb, nigga Dynamite, you acting like a pussy, you no friend of mines Better yet, fuck friends, surrounded by my real niggas They cock back, they see caps, they peal quicker, real killers Real business, its never personal, Jack, remember that Fuck up my money then Imma fuck over your universe Im shooting first, never last, gotta stay sharp like shattered glass In a fast lane with a bad dame, man, this bitch from Trinidad Fuck her hard, then send her home, its time to start my routine In the streets, with the heat, you dont rhyme, you dont eat Pockets fat like obese, its hard to be so lowkey Niggas acting like they know me, fuck around and be the police Trust no nigga nor a bitch Nigga, Im so OG like 8 tracks and tape decks 25, but Im straight fed Got a old soul, Im so throwed, so raw with this rap thing Kay Slay, go tell em dawg, niggas know Im crack, mane Kill em with my flow, everytime its a deathblow You fuck rappers stay on your toe, we sharks in the water Get that ass ate up, straight up, the worlds ours Top Dawg ENT, HiiiPower We buy flowers then we send em to your studio Cause everytime we in that bitch, homie, its a funeral I have to slow it down so you can hear me close Yeah, Im nice with the bars Late night sliding pipe in your broad Her pussy tighter than them skinnies on the jerk dancers Send her back with no panties Jay motherfucking Rock

Uh, I see everybody wanna play gansta now, huh Well you know what niggas Imma just play Kendrick You gotta respect it Feel this Uh, lemme shit on these niggas man Look homie Im not your crip or your blood Homie Im just Kendrick See me other than him might plead the fifth amendment Hard headed nigga shit all it take is an instant Shocked to have scored just as soft as an infant Say you bust your gun, but never totin it You say your man is dope I think hes smoking it homie Why you provoking it dont mean to boast a bit But you can call me a fly cause your boy be on some shit Pussy fly so all the girlies think Im the shit Ive got it to spend but still never buy them shit You better guard your bitch ‘Cause all it takes is a finger to turn her on holmes Something like a lightswitch Hands down but still dark think I might switch the Jag for the Porsche ‘Cause it got a better steering grip Young but been a man and you wont understand Spree wheels looking like a bed room ceiling fan When the beef start cooking And the shots start coming Dont hesitate to pop that thing People start looking And people start running Dont hesitate to pop that thing Rolling down Rosecrans I fear no man I be God damned If I live on my knees I rather die on my feet That hub city threat shit is me Im from the land where fiends fly like Peter Pan And the average man got a heat up in his dickie pants I got some plans, to stack riches Own 76′s like a Philadelphian You dont know but now Im focused like camera lens And if I know your mans I might give a second chance ‘Cause I dont wanna hurt you Have ‘em running in herzels Shells stick to his back like a ninja turtle Crack sells, drug sell all in the virtue Been an artist since Prince played in Color Purple Weed smoke hydro blow on that purple 2 straps on my side like suspenders on Urkel I suspend they murk you, what you lying for? You know you aint eating like feed the children commercials Man my children circle around your block Let out shots and be home 30 minutes before they curfew When the beef start cooking And the shots start coming Dont hesitate to pop that thing People start looking And people start running Dont hesitate to pop that thing Rolling down Rosecrans I fear no man I be God damned If I live on my knees I rather die on my feet That hub city threat shit is me Its real Kendrick See me in the streets man Come to me as a man, man Its real nigga Kendrick You gotta respect it Niggas respect me man Stop being some yank nigga Its real Lotta niggas tryna play gangsta, huh Its 2004 man You up in this shit quit it Be yourself man Still affiliated Niggas respect me, bitch

In the thunder and rain You stare into my eyes I can feel your hand Moving up my thigh Skirt around my waist Wall against my face I can feel your lips I recognize your fragrance, hold up You aint never gotta say shit And I know your taste is A little bit, mmm high maintenance Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you the flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, I write poems and this song’s dedicated to you Anytime, you can get it, you can get it Any place And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty option plain Cold nights when you curse this thang You called up your girl when caught up in the ity bity rain Heard that she wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Don’t approach her with that atari That a good game always sorry They say conversation ruination I can tell But I can’t right my wrongs Unless I write em down for real, alright Anytime, you can get it, you can get it Any place And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really know you play this ‘Cus oh boy you test my patience With all these subjective photographs And all these one life vacations Love is not a verb, you should look it in a mirror Love is not a verb, if you’re lookin for a maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane Fatal attraction is called, what we have in common is pain Anytime, you can get it, you can get it Any place And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song

Full time grinder. Watts City rhymer The ghetto Moses tryna get my homies outta bondage Need some time to think so Im rolling up the ganja Sneaking out my pores, know Im blowing on the bombest Bars looking nice, my rap smoke polish A God on the mic, wack rappers pay homage Leader of the new school Everytime I bust a rhyme, incredible lines When I talk, make em press rewind I do it for Hip-Hop, fuck what you heard Do it for my niggas who voices will never be heard Listen, blessed with talent, voice of the young people Went from a zero, now my city label me as a hero Nine, double-O, five, nine, thats where the chopper sing Sound so melodic, the problems, thats what the drama brings Dog Im gutted as ever strivin for finer things One-O-Five Eastbound, swervin in and out of lanes This game filled with a lot of lames On the real my nigga, this shit gotta change From Cali to Queens, Top Dawg guarantee We the new regime I dont do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I dont it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Like, 4 years ago I was writing rhymes in my Chevy Celebrity Spittin the hardness, says Doc Elery Its prophecy I shine, ask cashanova Burnin up my notepad tryna ash my doja Sober... For the game you decayed I sow it up You must say yes too much Cause you dont know enough To match my caliber, Im a whole new breed Ya staminas shot, Im movin like the old .23 For Hiphop I breath... Have a seat, Im a beast And Im ready for war with no peace Seems that they forgot to rap, you had to think They just wanna be ballers when you see em on the screen Who am I to say the grass aint green Who am I to say the next generation dont share the same vision as we I will say this, its less likely Than me having clean piss Rest in peace Omar Jones Your spirits in my lyrics when I flow Became the number one prospect All because I keep it true, I dont do it for the coupe Draped in stone like I gazed at Medusa Download my audio and blow up your computers Spit that conglomerate shit, the shit that you arent used to Shit so strong the unborn can smell it in the future Theyll sell it and they’ll shoot ya A Mom and Pop store sold out And the fan killed the clerk over my music Is that real? Realer than me at 16, writing sixteens, battled and dismantled six teens All for the love of hip-hop, I would still rap Even if Rodman came back and my diss flopped Thats an analogy built with substance Fuck an award, my metaphors for the public You forging your signature on the great great K.Dot I gotta catapult you, bye bye I wake up in the morning then compose a bar Flow reckless like the first time you driven a car Perfected, from years of dedication Wrote my first 50 songs and then I graduated With my bachelors And if you hearing this verse, I probably got my masters And by the end of this verse Im your favorite rapper Coming from where the diplomas dont matter Backpacks still carry the work Big burner under the shirt Shit I just wanted her purse Kill a bitch and hit the studio to murder a verse Im just getting it in Reminiscing about the time when I was stressing to rhyme Started getting better, shit Im destined to shine Clip load up Fuck it back to the crime Profession of pro skaters couldnt fuck with my grind Still stuck with a nine Shooting like MJ in his prime You motherfuckers know what it is Straight splatter your wig Let your mother know its personal And murder your kids Little nieces buried in anchovies Rap Lebron, Kobe Hip-hop, shit, no matter what Im talking Cough on the beat and its abortion Murder motherfuckers, straight extortion Live on the beat Who wanna compete? Down in Miami spitting heat, straight tragic Move to Orlando working magic Cocaine balls out the cabinet Uncut, raw, whole ransom Anybody can get it, Im fully committed to Hip-Hop

Uh-huh, yeah You know what it is Its that Compton shit, nigga Get back If I gotta ride Then yous gonna die I hope niggas aint really tryin to break my bones Cause if you are make sure you know a nickname you want for that tombstone Play hard as a rock bullets can break stones Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs Im hot as an oven, you just a pressin comb Im not impressed homes you shouldve stayed home And prayed that rooftop blocked you from gettin shitted on I gives a fuck if A&Rs dont pick up the phone I swear theres no one like me but if there is then I gotta long lost twin or they made me a clone I dont care about friends, I was made to be on my own I came in this world by myself and Im leavin alone Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own With a backyard the size of the fuckin Georgia Dome Pop you popped shit and I might pop your dome Give your homies a reason to make a memory song Niggas swear that they love when the beef is on Knowin that plummet time the only time hell roam You better hold your breath, I give you workin death And recommend the gun be your chaperone I know young niggas that look up to Al Capone And they look 17 but I swear that their mind is grown, shit Im so grown and the reason why I write this way Pac and Big be ghostwritin my songs You can play the boss but if you get shot From bein on top then, homie, thats your loss, shit Im nice wit it Ill pop your man then leave some money on him so it can pay for his funeral costs, get it? The niggas tryin to get money like Fort Knox Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock And you can play a baller but deep inside you know you just an actor Yeah, somethin like Rick Fox You aint a thug, homie, you just a fox In the midst of werewolves somewhere in the boondocks And Im really from the streets So if I ask for beef, homeboy, dont bring me no pork chop I turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chop With a rusty switchblade thats dirty like bum socks, heh They say the flow is crack So wherever I rap best believe you can call it a dope spot, bitch Im gon ride And this gotta cut Came from shit, nigga

Life in the city, life in the city Oakland, California, Compton, California But we survive Only the strongest survive Life, life in the city In the city and niggas tryna survive Only the strongest survive You ever been a victim of being a prisoner inside your own mind? The bright lights of the street lights will make you go blind Handicap your senses, you was just an apprentice of watching niggas jump fences Now you in the Olympics and your hurdle was high enough to clear the tallest of clothes lines Talented when they closing in on your behind Life of a young delinquent, even stole him a Lincoln At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct I mean the cycle just continue The vital information and fine print on the menu So youll never read it even if a nigga lend you Money out my own pocket, to make it right Youll still attend to Be on them corners with stop signs and a nine Cause nine times out of ten, MAC 11s cry And twelve died yesterday and if anyone divides The six that carried you eventually lose they lives True story When the night falls anything can happen We just pray we make it out alive We all wanna make it to the top one day Success is a street only going one way But we all wont make it Just try your best to survive Well, follow me across the train tracks Where angry and insane Blacks They slang crack Candles burn where they were slain at And bottles get poured where they would hang at Close, I give you truth in this essence Dead homies added to swears when truth is in question Like Man I think he lying or he put that on someone If I known you ten years, got the right to say we cousins Im from the city of broken homes, and often I was home alone And momma started smoking cause daddy was scared to smoke alone Section 8 policies, Top Ramen and sunflower seeds June got killt cause he aint wanna lose his Wallabys Constant atrocities, no one is safe Theres no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist, Atheist or non-religious Put survival on your wishlist Cuz When the night falls anything can happen We just pray we make it out alive We all wanna make it to the top one day Success is a street only going one way But we all wont make it Just try your best to survive You walked in the apartment and saw your father on the carpet With a belt wrapped around his arm and a scarf under his armpit And a needle shoved in his bicep Earlier this morning you warned him His addict habits are something you couldnt digest You cry saying I just dont wanna see you die Now you tryna dissect the fact that he hasnt opened his eyes yet You collapsed on his body and you started thinking I could perform CPR, jump start his heart if its beating But his pulse started to weaken His cardio region depleting as you given him part of your breathing He dead and gone and you had a bad feeling when you was heading home Now its etched in stone, youve been left alone So you grabbed his chrome gun, handle all pearl, aw nah girl Put it to your head, thinking, fuck everybody like a call girl in a small world Then pulled back but it didnt clap Damn When the night falls anything can happen We just pray we make it out alive We all wanna make it to the top one day Success is a street only going one way But we all wont make it Just try your best to survive

Uh, can you bring the waiter back over here again? Shes kinda cute Eh, whats your name? Say baby can we dip? So, so I can swing you by my way Hey, we lovers on the hip Well, well I guess Ill be born that way Say, thats why we skinny dip To, a cabin in my hide away Girl, oh Girl, we’re lovers at heart, baby So, I tip her, I tip her a few Our waitress is I tip her, I tip her a few Our waitress is I tip her, I tip her a few Our waitress is I tip her, I tip her a few This waitress is I still want your number though Please Roses bloom, so girl why are you Blue, baby let me take you, show you, could it be? If its cool, when its cool My hide out, baby come and run away with me And lay low San Pedro, wheres my coupe? Sugar, let me kiss you crazy, massage your feet Girl its cool, girl its cool We lay out, baby come and run away with me Lock you up, find the key To these adventures baby come around and see Past the stars, through the trees To a better living, baby come and grab a seat Um, so when you available? Never? Oh, okay, alright, okay bye, bye I hope that didnt hurt you too bad

C4, K.Dot, lets get it Yeah, Punch wanted me to come right in on the one I didnt want to I love this beat I love it so much, I can just listen to the instrumental And dont rap But I wont do that Light an incense for little Kendrick, little, oh, Kendrick Determination, my drive is like a thousand convertible engines My adrenaline pump the blood of a warrior, chump, the apprentice Grown to be a man, 21 now, my heart in my hand Don’t get gunned down, I’m from Compton, bitch Fuck a 6-4, we hit the kill switch The other day I seen my nigga Snows in the casket Darker skin tone, you can only imagine The type of shit we on, murdered them dumb bastards Kill em inside their kitchen And then stuffed them inside their cabinets Death before dishonor, put that on my mama Imma ride till I see the promise land, that’s a promise Llamas in the unfamiliar minivan More drama only make more problems, but They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding Like a black rodeo, .44’s, calicos Chop em up, stop em up like a stuffy nose We supposed to be brothers, motherfuck ya Tuck your tail, bitch, hell is waiting on ya While I’m praying on ya Not on my knees though, I mean preying on ya I gotta feed, ho, and your death is nutritious to my appetite After I eat, you’re sure to see afterlife Jesus Christ, forgive me for my sins Because when you forgive me, I’m sure to sin again I guess I’m a sinner, especially when I found out somebody killed my nigga Nigga, does anybody killer, fuck your creed, race, or color Son, daughter, sister, mother, brother gotta suffer Bitch, I’m cold hearted, till my arteries freeze Please hand me the keys to the G-ride They outside then They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding Somebody get ready for a murder No more further announcements Mac-11 bouncing, the murder scene, coroner, yellow tape surrounding Either I retaliate or find self counseling Somebody got to die, simple mathematics Semi-automatic, watch them niggas panic and their hearts perish Or lets be diplomatic and less melodramatic Everything is vanity, think Ecclesiastic But what’s it all for, or what’s it all mean? An eye for an eye means you and I won’t live to see As our hearts bleed, we proceed cautiously Shoot them niggas down consciously, that’s how They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down Cause we riding, we riding

Rare Breed, Kendrick Lamar Breed up or speed up Breed up or speed up Breed up or speed up This is for my niggas that be all blacked out Hit the streets a hundred deep, what Rare Breed about? Riding hard, bending corners, the girlies on us Leave a hater scarred, big Dressers sit at the stop light Road Glides and Road Kings deep in my hindsight You do it right or dont do it at all Put that candy paint on it, ride them twenty-threes homie Custom seats, custom brakes, hit the streets and ball Centre of attention like Bynum and GasolYou know that killer californication When you feeling like you sitting on a ceiling, chasing Dreams, hoping this conglomerate can run the nation Its abomination how we bomb yo block Im talking Big Punch, K-Dub, Baby Slip Billy Bad Azz, Rare Breed, we all we got See em out, show em love, chunk the deuce, give it up Its a lot of bike clubs but they not this hard, nope Pounding on the highway stretch All blacked out, making sure we on deck Might catch us on them Dressers or them Road Glides, yes Tell the world Im a Rare Breed baby Breed up or speed up Breed up or speed up Breed up or speed up, Im a Rare Breed baby And its like that to the death though Two-oh-point and seeing decimals, I aint lying Pounding on the interstate in the state that shines Or we might be in a hood near you Around the globe baby, Rare Breed under control baby Them pipes loud, the movement entice crowds We heat it up in the cold baby Its three degrees out? Then you should see me out Or see bout them kitty cats and how they go meow Ha-ha, we be the father of Harley drivers, so dont bother Show you infants how to whip it, have a bye-bye Posers try to hang? Then we hang em by the collar Silk, lannie, Rare Breed family Stunting hard like a black circus, voila Breed up or speed up, get ahead So with that said, bye-bye Shouting out the one and only Rare Breed Now Breed up!

Come on Yeah Punch, whats happening brother? Niggas be poppin that shit at me like its something new to me or something, know what Im talking about I tell a nigga quick, that shit just a rerun to me, nigga Ive been doing this shit since Vanguard, brother And tell me whats happening with it Niggas hate on me but hop right on my dick as soon as they see me Soon as they see me, they be like What up doc Thats what they tell me every second around the clock Everytime I clock in, rappers checkin they watch Studio paid for, hours unlimited Assholes, how many MCs I knock off they payroll? How many God MCs I knock off they halo? Hip-Hop ain’t dead, consumers changed up Rappers love to see gold like the end of a rainbow I stay low, like my socks under my ankles Play the back like a turtle shell, know well That my team got me if I ever slack on my shit, so if I fall? Guess what, I dont even trip Its like that, crushin little battle raps Punchlines, I did that in 99, you think its a gold mine when you think of one You think you hot, but I think you done Like Queens, New York slang, look what the killer brung Machine guns to a fight, fucking right Pay the bill or Im turning out your lights, good night I shatter niggas dreams, thinkin they the West Coast kings Till I drop like visine, tell a nigga quick, it aint always what it seems Like the stitching on swap meet jeans Im itching to scratch a whack rapper, gun clapper, snuff him like a rude capper Got a cool bladder, but Im pissed off, at ya The real is back Fuck the artificial, wont you let the realers rap They scribble in they notebooks, me? I state facts Safe estate, they know where the best be at Whenever I ask, Are you not entertained? Body any nigga that wanna holla my name And what, no cut, this is Top Dawg gang What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up Nigga said hed snatch my chain in the streets What chain? I barely wear jewelry So I ever had one, you barely seen it on me And if I ever had a gun, you wouldnt know it was on me So snatch it and then youre done Im in a studio, just sipping on Parmesan Thinkin about who could fuck with Kenny and Paulas son I live this shit, try stop me, you wont live to shit properly Catch four between your abdomen Next time you see me, dont ask me who Im collabin with Between me and you, some of the new West is actresses New hate activists, lowkey cant stand our shit But still we continue to drink laxatives Cold blooded, make the label hand me your budget This is mine dont touch , did I stutter? Catch two, cats knew, I been a gorilla, welcome to the zoo Yup, you little monkeys know what it do, come test me The real is back Fuck the artificial, wont you let the realers rap They scribble in they notebooks, me? I state facts Safe estate, they know where the best be at Whenever I ask, Are you not entertained? Body, any nigga that wanna holla my name And what, no cuts, this is Top Dawg gang What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up Dayum, you killin em K-Dizzle And if you dont kill em, then you send em to hospitals Sleepin on a recliner bed, with a thin pillow Im with a white bitch, ass like a black widow Bet I dribble to the end of my lifeline So when I die, you can say I balled for a long time The 0-8 Frankenstein, beast like Sasquatch Feet size thirty-six, steppin on Hip-Hop cause thats my bitch I write a rhyme, then she ride my dick The girl is mine, I dont know the ho that you with You niggas know this, Im way better than Ive ever been So focused, like a sniper when he zoom in Whats your motive? I bet its to go against, like the GT Get your bitch ass bit, all on these streets Im the almighty K, Compton Rep it til my very death day, let the reaper in his face And recite every song from NWA I pay homage for those great who paved the way Wait, back to the subject of whos, and who doesnt do what I do Bluffin until I touch em like a masseuse do Nothing compares to me, but the throne, so tell em bring the chair to me Im a rare bully, small nigga but I handle yall niggas like Im eight feet tall Nigga

When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. We refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm Im new Ima walk, Ima march on the regular Painting white flags blue Lord forgive me, Ive been running Running blind in truth Ima rain, Ima rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet Im new Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away May the last one burn into flames Sing it, yall Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Ima wade, Ima wave through the waters Tell the tide, Dont move Ima riot, Ima riot through your borders Call me bulletproof Lord forgive me, Ive been runnin Runnin blind in truth Ima wade, Ima wave through your shallow love Tell the deep Im new Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away May the last one burn into flames Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? Meet me at the finish line 40 acres, gimme mine Revolution televised Hopin that you see the signs Meet me at the finish line 40 acres, gimme mine Lemonade all the time, keep that in mind Formation, formation Exclamation, formation Fellow great Americans, hello This is heritage for my medicine Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice Channel 9 news tell me Im movin backwards Eight blocks left, death is around the corner Seven misleadin statements bout my persona Six headlights aimin in my direction Five-O askin me whats in my possession Yeah, I keep runnin, jump in the aqueducts Fire marshalls and hazardous Smoke alarms on the back of us But mama, dont cry for me, ride for me Try for me, live for me Breathe for me, sing for me Obviously guidin me I could be more than I gotta be Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy Code on me, drive on me Wicked, my spirit inspired me Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs And when they carve my name inside the concrete I pray it forever reads Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? Hear me out Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too!

Q: Did you your self struggle with alcholism? Or some one you love? - Brittany Kyle A: everyone I loved, friends to family Q: You have an pure heart and a clear sense who you are through your awakened soul, its what connects many fans to you on a different level, beyond recognizing youre real. Was it the moment you saw your soul at the age of 9 that you can pin point yourself reaching that spiritual level? Elaborate on another experience that has made you now live in the 4th dimension, opposed to the 3rd. - Chaz Willams A: thankyou, talking to God and hearing him talk back.... 4th. Q: Who is your inspiration - Alishias Tawengwa A: my family Q: What was your favorite song to record? - David Matias A: madd city Q: Do you have plans to come to Sweden? - Sam Mohammedpour A: yea ill come back Q: SHEEEEIIT What you thinking for the collabs on the new album? - Jose Vigo A: havent thought it, but in this moment.... nobody. Q: Ive seen a photo with you and Nas, Are you about to make a collab? Or maybe a full album haha? by the way it would be AMAZING! - Fisnik Ramadani A: lol ILL quit rapping after that project. Q: How do you master the skill of making a legendary bowl of Fruity Pebbles? - Luca Mancuso A: its all about balance. how long u let it settle in milk, not crunchy not too mushy... the same with life Q: will there be Black Hippy album? - Robert Wodzicki A: soon enuff Q: What do you think about adding a female artist to TDE? - Dejanae Payton A: Who sza? she dope Q: how do you feel about having so much pressure lying on your shoulders, since good kid m.A.A.d city was so hute that your next album cant possibly top it? - Sebastian Wallner A: they put the word pressure on me a million times before good kid drop Q: Whats your favorite song of all times? - Bogdan Mot A: theme song to duck tales Q: wheres your favorite place to perform? - Chanté Ferrao A: in the booth! Are you realy coming to South Africa on the 7th february mrKendrick? - Cya Last Born A: question is, are u coming? Q: Whos project from TDE and you more excited about? - Jess Torres A: oxymoron Q: What was it like working with Imagine Dragons? Would you ever consider doing a rap/rock album? - Jeremy Morrell A: great artist to work with! that would be a dope challenge Q: What are your ideas on coming up with hotter concepts to assure that your next album will be better than section 80 and gkmc? Those are dope ass albums and Im sure the next will set the bar higher then you have. - Jonathan Puchie A: thankyou, truth over facts Q: How old were you when to wrote your first rap? - Ker Moua A: i was 13 yrs old Q: What are your top three favorite beats? - Adam Lopez A: these three instrumentals that didnt make good kid Q: If you could party with any celebrity who would it be and why? - Angel Fernandez A: i would party with prince, he go bring all the woman. Q: Whats your favorite tracks off Oxymoron? - Michael Hale A: the hook be like....my waaayyyyy.... Q: How come when first start rapping you cant articulate what you want to say to when you get your big break your able to formulate flows - Lawrence Burke A: its not about the big break. its about work ethic! Q: how old are you? - Ongeziwe Ongieh Jack A: 8 or 80. depening on the day Q: now do you think you won they heart before you won that Grammy? - Amir Gf A: few more hearts to win, feel me! Q: Are you and Jon Connor cooking up a lyrical master piece? - Ronnie Robinson A: aftermath gets the last laugh! Q: Do you Know at what level you are? - Sizwe Nkosi A: have no clue Q: How did you develop that flow? - Adam Hodgson A: bad raps and critism Q: What is competition? - CLaudia Marchen A: glass mirrors Q: Are you planning on creating your own label in the future? - Stampede Heemz A: god willing, when im ready. shout out to cole. huge step. Q: Is there any chance you could do a track ft. Em and Tech N9ne? Just all 3 of you killin a dre beat. On some straight llyricist shit. - Ray Sauce A: thats a lot of words one track Q: Kendrick.. ma nigga. u gotta remix that Cartoons&Cereal shitd b ill af - Bj Ibreaksem Sayers A: one of my favorite joints still Q: Who was your favorite rapper growing up? - Shawntre Mcneil Jr A: snoop pac, dj quik,,,, mid 90s Q: When did you first realize that shit was about to blow up for you?? - Chris Tian A: when snoop took me under his wings on stage. a moment Do u have a pet lama named ya bish? - Bryan Nonis A: naw, a blue nose pit tho Q: best and worst parts of increased fame? - Noah Sheir A: A: travelling and reduced privacy Q: She needs me needs to be on the radio. Can you make that happen? - Crystal Brown A: your right... power 106 in La was playing it early on tho Q: Do you think a Mexian Rapper could ever be in TDE? - Orlando Guevara A: no question! Q: When is sing about me part 2 dropping - Kendrick Harrison A: no time soon. im always on to the next bro Q: Are you thinking about making more music with Eminem? Peace K-Dot, congratz from Portugal ! - Simäo Costa A: god willing main! Q: What is the song in your Dr dre commercial called that you were recording - David Reisenauer A: its alivvvvveeeeeee lol Q: How do you come up with your rhyme schemes? - Garrett Burrow A: i turn off the radio Q: Not a day one fan, but you and the crew got me back into hip hop. Just showing some love. Keep up the good work, bro. My question is, Playstaion or Xbox? - Ray Mills A: Playstation tho Q: whats ya motivation? - Latasha Shine Mack A: the concept of no limits

You been down with me since I first started No love for a friend, baby girl cold-hearted I know its really hard to believe But fuck her with the shoe, I probably would never succeed On my knees, beggin, Please for the Lord to forgive me I tried to bounce, but your spirit had bit me Im drinkin the Remy, killin niggas, squeezin the semi Ridin round in a Cutlass, shit, I need me a Bentley I missed bail cause of you, nigga, went to jail cause of you Trialed niggas in my cell cause of you I squeeze shells cause of you, I wouldnt tell cause of you Even probably brought my ticket down to hell cause of you Damn, look, see, Im knowin that Im posed to shake But anytime I leave you, Im feelin my heart ache Hope you feelin my vibe, holmes Nah, not a chick, I mean the shit that you drive, holmes You did me wrong, you put me down Made me feel low when youre around And you broke my heart, you broke my heart My chips went down, it was you I needed But I was not down, baby, barely breathin And you broke my heart You broke my heart Livin a double life, havin double shots of Patrón With my mistress stead of my wife, I was on Like the switch in my Marriott, can we get married, Dot? I fucked her three times, then I was gone, apparently not Story of the 80–20 rule is me Movin cautiously, parked in the park with my back seat Way back, her perfume on my white tee Ignorin calls from my wifey See, I was dead wrong, but was tryin to get a nut And she had some great dome Like the New Orleans Saints when theyre playin at home Whats a nigga to think? Oh, just throw away some pussy Then my conscious called me, Pussy You dont understand, mama had ass And Im quite a butt man, I love my wife, but, man... I never thought of the day I would quit Till I opened the door, seen a nigga fuckin my bitch You did me wrong, you put me down Made me feel low when youre around And you broke my heart, you broke my heart My chips went down, it was you I needed But I was not down, baby, barely breathin And you broke my heart You broke my heart

Wow I think I must have forgot or something Like I aint hot or something Like I dont make your girl take off her top or something Im like Hahahaha LMAO Hahahaha LMAO Laugh at the haters in here Ill be her favorite in years She wanna play play But, what more can I say say? Jump in the coup and Im gone I smell like money, I dont need no cologne I just need me a freak That can jump on the bone Like an X-Ray technician My rectangular prism Says money sex then drugs All cause Im 21 Like playing blackjack Picture this kodak Moment forever K.Dot that dude She sucked my dick and got frostbite Im that cool I got a pocket full of checks Plus Im bouncing through the club With a crazy two-step And diamonds on my neck Ziploc fresh Ziploc fresh Hoes wanna play play What more can I say say? Im like Hahahaha LMAO Hahahaha LMAO Laugh at the haters in here Ill be her favorite in years She wanna play play But, what more can I say say? Bottle of goose and Im gone Watching her get loose Like a third graders tooth The shit that we on Is the ultimate high Double XL flow Thats the ultimate vibe Park that Lambi outside Just to fuck with the haters Put the Lami in drive Watch em peel like potatoes Holla LMAO When they drunk and two-step Like I never could pass A sobriety test I got a pocket full of checks Plus Im bouncing through the club With a crazy two-step And diamonds on my neck Ziploc fresh Ziploc fresh Hoes wanna play play What more can I say say? Im like Hahahaha LMAO Hahahaha LMAO Laugh at the haters in here Ill be her favorite in years She wanna play play But, what more can I say say? Im in the club I can manage Providing lenses Make my view panoramic Im out of this world Im off of this planet They dont say K.Dot is here They say his spaceship has landed And your access has been granted Like a kitchen floor But my floor is marble I ride in the carpool because I got two whores In the back of that chrome See theyre all I need Like Aaliyah alone I got a pocket full of checks Plus Im bouncing through the club With a crazy two-step And diamonds on my neck Ziploc fresh Ziploc fresh Hoes wanna play play What more can I say say? Im like Hahahaha LMAO Hahahaha LMAO Laugh at the haters in here Ill be her favorite in years She wanna play play But, what more can I say say?

I don’t have time to die, clinging to these streets All the lines that Ive cut, all the smiles Ive emptied This is perfect, this is perfect Her memories of me will fade with distance All I care about is myself I dreamed off DMT, fucked you lucidly Can’t hear anybody else Too many spilled drinks, precision’s gone extinct, oh no You always fuck to forgive, but never ever give a fuck girl I bet you love me for this night even if it’s ‘bout the pressure Please, pain is all I need I’m at your mercy, Im at your mercy Please, I said its all I need The paper birds The paper birds Im at your mercy Watch me falter, make you weak Doesn’t need much questions, no I knew you longer than we lived To give a fuck about the pressure, oh no I made a contract to help my sins Without an apology yes I haven’t fell on my face in so damn long Can’t change our problems with words alone Please, pain is all I need I’m at your mercy, Im at your mercy Please, I said its all I need The paper birds The paper birds The paper birds The paper birds Im at your mercy The paper birds The paper birds Let’s talk about the street fightin We liked it and never lost it Thats gun riots, drive by it with no stalkin That shit talkin, pissed off cause we piss poor Mob pulls bleed see years of war What you livin for? A couple stolen cars White T’s, Jordan 4s, ratchet hoodrat broads A human stash box before they start that martial law Fuck planet Earth, we killed that turf, they want Mars Pussy, was fat as mother love Giving birth to Precious, hell yea I wanna fuck She took my pacifier and tried to throw up them digits Opened up my mouth to say she replaced them with sherm stick uh uh She said you must be wet behind the ears, uh huh I said Im blessed my mama wasn’t here Then we started vibin and writin melodies to the sirens Gun smoke in the air, we stared at the horizon Hypnotizin, and murder was the case And every time she wake up, she’s at another wake Her name is Compton and she need a place to stay And said if she can live in my heart, shed play my soul safe Amen

Good morning, America The saga continues Good morning, America Cause as the gold Daytons spin A new revelation Good morning, America Good morning, America A new day, we gotta hit the schedule ahead of us The letter K, D-O-T, add a space like a Microsoft keypad You cant see me, invisible ski mask Poke the eyes out my beanie Ghetto Zorro on the headlines, I leave Feces, shit on niggas, nigga My flow come in plural Multiple of it, majority love it I got the masses, meaning societies, public Low Dickie shorts, L.A. fashion still holding grudges Aint forgot yall killed Pac, niggas Aint forgot yall left the West Coast for dead Tried to play it off like the paramedics was coming Instead, we dusted off, pulled the bullet out our heads Left a permanent scar for the whole world to recognize California, economics, pay your taxes bitch Its a new day New chronic, new hundred spoke, new six tray New Snoop, new 2Pac, new Doc Dre A new West Coast to wake up to, Nate Good morning, America As a new day begins, the saga continues A new breeze stepping in I hope that youre ready Cause as the gold Daytons spin, brings forth new life A new revelation Show you right Oh, you done fucked up, baby Young Kendrick, the grown up baby On enough to acknowledge your fuck ups Maybe I spare your life, maybe I wont Maybe I give you the funk Geroge Clinton, bring my sentence like I got a English major in it This is higher academics, pay attention, students Niggas, what was you foolin with a handgun? Might as well have a harpoon, then I carry two or more with me like Im carpoolin We mobb deep when its beef I dont say get em, I say move in S.W.A.T team so aggressive, turn a minor problem extreme Kool-Aid red beam on top of my weapon Notice my professionalism, Im perfecting my craft You niggas is half doin your job, insubordination Imma have the boss get you fired Oh, I am the boss Get terminated, bitch Its a new day New chronic, new hundred spoke, new six tray New Snoop, new 2Pac, new Doc Dre A new West Coast, dont wake up too late Good morning, America As a new day begins, the saga continues A new breeze stepping in I hope that youre ready Cause as the gold Daytons spin, brings forth new life A new revelation Show you right The moral is try your best to not collide with the best of em I aint talkin bout you, I talk about Jay, Nas, and Em Crème de la crème, homie Pockets fat, hand boney How is that? Kinda ironic, the West Coast, I underline it Make him my priority, in orderly fashion, I aint livin in Nobody lasted in time, nobody closing your blinds The sun is shining, bitch Its a new day New chronic, new hundred spoke, new six tray New Snoop, new 2Pac, new Doc Dre A new West Coast, dont wake up too late Good morning, America As a new day begins, the saga continues A new breeze stepping in I hope that youre ready Cause as the gold Daytons spin, brings forth new life A new revelation Show you right My nigga, hahahaha Roll your window down, start there Ahahaha See, you gotta hear the street You gotta be snortin, you know You gotta taste that shit, feel that Learn that shit, brotha Learn that shit, that shit will get you killed These mothafuckas plottin all kinds of shit behind your back Shit

I fall in with an attitude, Billy badass with a back pack full of bad swag That I picked out Im a hand it out to, anyone that ever did wrong to me anything that Did wrong to me Im a take it back like a vac, you pay tax tonight. Bully! Roberts got a quick hand Hell look around the room, he wont tell you his plan Hes got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, hes a cowboy kid Yeah, he found a six shooter gun In his dads closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I dont even know what But hes coming for you, yeah hes coming for you All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet Run boy Are you ready Do I look like danger? Do I look like a criminals anger? Do I look like problem when I tell em That I got em? I can even make the famous famous. Pull up, pull up bring it back up rewind Then I pull out the cups then we pull out the wine Im a rebel you a rebel then Im bout to rock Climb, Im a ticking time bomb in California, land mine! Explode everytime you run, your ligaments stay ahead of me Everybody say they killing the game, I shoot! and you dead Meat All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet

K.Dot, you know that hes hot I can do rhythm, hip hop, I can do pop We talkin bout the black, we talking bout the brown We talkin bout the white, it dont care who you around Its all about the positivity when you with energy If you knew me, then you know that God had witnessed me If you see me then you know you cant intimidate me or be me You can see we go for the energy K104 Best hip hop and R&B, I be up in your store You know Im rocking out, I got my people around me We in the building and you know definitely you cant down me And if the children... And if the Dede, she called me cute I walked in the building, I said yo, she got on boots She got on earrings, maybe baby girl got on hoops She got that long, brown hair, its wrapped, yeah, she cute He say Im killing this beat, K.Dot he never been weak You know I got them flows and plus Ive always been cheap And they talk bout strip clubs, I talk bout ladies and hugs We talking bout more abuse, we talking bout these drugs We talking bout my lady to the right, she real fly Say your name again, girl, dont be shy Lady Jade, she aways talkin bout gettin paid And the haters they in our way and they getting sprayed Cause the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Theyre always gonna play, play, play, play, play No matter what they say, say, say, say, say Were getting paid, boss, paid, boss Whats up?

Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Started at the surface so my goal is up Cause once you stay down then you gon get stuck And Im just trying to climb and grind, the same time Dangling off rooftops is what I call our hangtime Walking through the hall, counting my flaws My ego got caught in a elevator wall Got it out, raised it to the rooftop, damn Got to take the ladder cause the escalators jammed Made it to the top but I aint even stopping I said a prayer and a wish and turned my skateboard to a rocket Im gone, to the skies, Im nothing more than another rebel But Im still trying to take it to another level Get up out the ghetto, maybe hop up on the shuttle Jello with a piece of metal, my foot on the pedal People say the world could fit into a little pebble Then give me one good reason why you think we should settle Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Look inside my eyes, you can see the universe fly Deep inside my pupils the aliens camouflaged Another way to shoot you, my mind is of mass destruction Ill drop a gallon of Henny in the Big Dipper then dive Bitches skinny dipping in my orbit Ever seen a Martian? Gorgeous or some U.F.O. Porsches I live inside the air plus I wear Air Jordans So the mic is always near me whether swaggin or recordin Journey on my voyage, you know the sky is the limit But its ironic that method never applied to Kendrick I catapult over your telescope and when Im finished I grab the fire thats burning from Mars to light an incense This rappings just a metaphor and I deserve a medal for Writing another metaphor, about ambition I envision me taking off astronautin myself Fuck the world, Ill beat that bitch with the Orions belt Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high As Im floating all alone I looked up and I start thinking In a moment Ill be gone Getting high so Im not sinking As Im floating all alone I looked up and I start thinking In a moment Ill be gone Getting high so Im not sinking Getting high so Im not sinking Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high Staircases take me high Escalators take me high Ladders take me high Elevators take me high

Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga See the stress on his face Look at his heart, aint no love in the place Whats on his mind? - murder, money and mayhem If he dont see a dollar somebody visiting Satan He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat Looked in the mirror and said, times is hard So hard that he got gray hair on his balls - pause In the ghetto, you destined to fall Thats why its a must that we ball Thats why he on the corner lurkin, waitin for a mothafucka to slip Soon as he see the chance, he takin a risk What should you do, when this nigga snatch you out of your whip Empty out your pockets then snatch whats on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING! Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment It gets gutter, when niggas starvin Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless This is way beyond a cold thriller This the diary of a broke nigga PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the ground Give me whatever you got right now PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the floor Give me whatever you got plus more When times is hard and Im prayin for change My funds is low when I need some change WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista You dealin with the diary of a broke nigga Its been a whole month he still aint see no paper Nigga losin weight every time that he wake up Plus, he tired of askin niggas for favors Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face Thats foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin In the spot all week still aint see no paper, thats fucked up They say dont bite the hand that feeds you but if that hand dont feed you where would that leave you? Now that the stress come Cant turn back the hands of time Got him thinkin back on what he shouldve done First thing on his mind now get a gun Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son And a daughter, now thats two mouths to feed And that money seems far like miles to reach But its right there But his brain clouded Life on the wrong road cant reroute it Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heater do If you dont feed your wolves your wolves eat you This is way beyond a cold thriller This the diary of a broke nigga PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the ground Give me whatever you got right now PUMP PUMP Everybody lay down on the floor Give me whatever you got plus more When times is hard and Im prayin for change My funds is low when I need some change WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista Ya dealin with the diary of a broke nigga

Lets go, Swime Oh, y’all thought you wasnt gonna get that Kendrick and that L.O.X. smoke, huh? Yall thought you wasn’t gonna get that LOX and Kendrick smoke? That Styles P, that Jada, that Kendrick Oh, yall think its games being played around here, huh? Well, they not Lighters in the air The damage that we do is severe The reinvention of the fresh, brand new every year Them bullets hit him in his blood and flesh flew in the air We put that work on commercial, we flew in the Lear I lift the bar and the weights, then Im doin the stairs They say the Lord only knows what I do to my peers Tryna smoke, sell juice and pursue my career So I keep a tight circle, I dont move with the squares Rock a rugby like Puba, put two in the air If you aint qualified to kill, you should move to the rear Im from Yonkers, had to learn to conquer my fears In the foreign, had to learn to conquer the gears It’s the kick drum, yeah, it’s attached to the snare I turn the Gat to the back, then Im crackin’ veneers You niggas stagnated, on the block, trappin for wears Im in a mansion upstate, out back with the deers Nigga, nigga Everybody, back up Man down Back the fuck up Don’t play with me, Ill do you somethin dirty You talk to me crazy, Ill do you somethin dirty How I feel lately, Ill do you somethin dirty Ill wake up the neighbors, comin through bright and early, woah Cartel ties and dope bars Life is a movie and death is the co-star Mechanics to the game Band of trail, foreigns the lane If they heard that the driver is gettin coke off We be in the part of the party that get roped off Mingle with the plug and the judge and knock em both off Questions that we askin ourselves, havin a smoke-off Spendin money thats unaccounted for If you scared to party with gangstas what you around us for? We do what we want, my nigga, we get around the law Yeah, its bubble whips and square links LOX get respect, nigga, cause fear stinks A chair at the table, its the commission, a rare thing The beat come on, its us, nigga, you hear the kings We still smell money in here, Frank Raps like the dice game, nigga, we bout the clear bank Everybody, back up Man down Back the fuck up Dont play with me, Ill do you somethin dirty You talk to me crazy, Ill do you somethin dirty How I feel lately, Ill do you somethin dirty Ill wake up the neighbors, comin through bright and early, woah This is a LOX, Swizz product If its ice up in Heaven, we know Pic got us Its love up there, we know Pic got us LOX, my nigga, you dont know shit bout us Double R, my nigga, you dont know shit bout us D-Block, my nigga, you dont know shit bout us Ask Swizz, hell tell you we keep a clique bout us Goddammit!

We boys in the hood Pocket full of dubs Homies outta line Clip full of slugs Baby heres my number If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang Shake shake it up Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up Baby Im a player, Go and hit me up Baby do your thang Shake shake it up, shake shake it up, shake shake it up You should already know what I came for Once the neon light hit the Top Dawg logo See my, chain hang out See my, wrists hang out See my, homies hang out They, gang bang out West coast my state, left coast my state, you state myspace, internet gangster You know my name baby girl no stranger Blue Bell jeans on low cut taper No I cant save ya Name that captain when Im in the Aston, Martin So awkward when I park it Rev up your engines, sound like it farting Im in the club sitting with some foreign She dont speak English words sound retarded We go hard in that project apartment Five minutes in Watts, get it started We boys in the hood Pocket full of dubs Homies outta line Clip full of slugs Baby heres my number If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang Shake shake it up Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up Baby Im a player, Go and hit me up Baby do your thang Shake shake it up, shake shake it up, shake shake it up Sit back relax Imma give you a walk through, through the city of Watts, through the city of God Where them bitches shaking that ass, deuce deuce in they bras Where them niggas rockin the flash, drinkin liquor that’s hard Where they keep the Glock in their pants, choppers right in the car And if you step up on the dailys you might leave with a scar If your gang tight might leave with a broad and like two of her friends might enjoy a ménage And thats night life, in Watts California Parties aint over till like six in the morning This Hennesseys straight, gotta nigga zoning out Take another swig then Im rolling out If you aint banging better hold your mouth Dont claim nothing that you know youre not So just chill, grab your bitch because lifes too short Just stick to the script We boys in the hood Pocket full of dubs Homies outta line Clip full of slugs Baby heres my number If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang Shake shake it up Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up Baby Im a player, Go and hit me up Baby do your thang Shake shake it up, shake shake it up, shake shake it up

I keep them big ol 26s on deck And the bitches they be on it I keep them big ol 26s on deck Stock lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa I got a fast car, Nascar, yes Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh I pull up on them hoes, roll my windows down Let my music out, four 15s shake the ground Smoking on that medical, sipping on some medicine Top Dawg letterman, she wanna ride, I let her in She sexy than a motherfucker, plus, she brought her best friend I guess thats a two for one, party at the Weston Five star suites, bottles everywhere Wanna fuck a star on the moon? I could take you there, biatch I got a swagger of Mick Jagger If you want her, you can have her, I done had her, we done had her They be shooting at my ladder cause I’m standing on a pedestal She gon give me good head just cause I’m ahead of you Jay Rock, flyer than Hancock, no shit I’m a king, fuck a prince, I don’t know no Will Smith I don’t owe you niggas shit, I’m a self-made nigga Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuck on her for days nigga? I keep them big ol 26’s on deck Stock lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa I got a fast car, Nascar, yes Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh Catch me in that fast lane, burners like I’m Max Payne Married to that money, bitch, women want my last name They be on my bumper, mayne, screaming out OMG! Oh, I be P-I-M-P, 2-P-A-C, thats M.O.B Him or me? You choose, I ain’t gotta do too much I just lay back, smoke my weed, and turn my bottle up Candy paint, leather guts, slide through like an avalanche We don’t ride no Avalanche, so high I might never land Trips to Never-Neverland, smoking on Afghanistan A.K.A. that kush, nigga, I’m on Heaven’s roof, nigga Big dawg, I go WOOF, nigga, don’t make me let my goons loose Choppers make you shit your pants, thought you drunk some prune juice Swear that I’m immune to, stuntin hard, gettin paper Owning land, buyin acres, thats the reason why they hate us I don’t give a fuck, middle finger out the window Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Ferrari, sorry, we Enzo I keep them big ol 26’s on deck Stock lac, gotta fresh paint pussy-juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa I got a fast car, Nascar, yes, yes Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh 187, I’m killin em when I’m whipping it Touch a corner, its a murder, wipe my fingerprints I thought I told yall, used to have them packs In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum Now its matchbox Hot Wheels when I roll up Always online, stay connected like a modem He tryna snap a picture, she bout to snap her neck A real Blood pull up in a cherry cherry X 400 horses, Hollywood park it Chevy kinda awkward, interior green and coffee I shake them haters off me, as if I had fleas Im a Top Dawg, rare breed Shoutout to Rare Breed, they keep them hogs running And my garage is like the show, I keep them cars comin You hear my name hummin in the streets, buzz big Got ya bitch eyes rolling like my rims is I keep them big ol 26’s on deck Stock lac gotta fresh paint pussy-juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa I got a fast car, Nascar, yes Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh

Kids is what make me feel so good See you looking at the glory thats coming up into the future of life See the younger youth is whats gonna make everything to keep going After I done passed down the hill Young and black! x2 Dont you know That its true That for me And for you The world is a ghetto Then theres a lot of funky things in this country And theres a lot of good things too But theres more funky than good Weve changed some for the best Awful lot of cases for the worst And some, they have not changed at all Walking down the street Foggy eyes Looking at the sky Starry eyes Searching for a place Weary eyes Crying in the night Teary eyes x2 Dude, we got to get our minds together! Anytime a brother was shot another brother in his own neighborhood Then go to his funeral and turn over his own casket They need to have the police down there Cause see the niggas is N.A.A.C.P Niggas aint actin like colored people If I cant work and make it, I steal and take it They come up to me with a nigga who can put air in a bottle and sell it He can do it man A nigga can sell anything As I watch the sky change colors The rain flooded the neighborhoods of the black brothers The black mothers are stressing, the coroners have covered Another statistic, episodes of a cold summer The street runners got the same legs of Michael Johnson The fast life surpassed life beyond the conscience Profanity in the air, the children use the content The vanitys in the air, that Louis bag: haunted The black girl with the hair, thats kind of coarse Her baby daddys in court, she smoking on a Newport Seventeen with dreams of becoming a stripper Or becoming an AIDS victim while touching them zippers The life that we living in, things we would do just to live again How can an angel forever live in sin? x4 You know, anybody that uses somebody else to gain is pimpin Well, I tell you what soul brother, lookie here Cant nobody pimp you but your pimp ass self You understand? Then theres a lot of funky things in this country And theres a lot of good things too But theres more funky than good Shit aint gettin better Weve changed some for the best Awful lot of cases for the worst And some, they have not changed at all

This song is dedicated to the murderers… May God judge you accordingly. Good luck with that one… You see the beast starts sprayin’ Thats what Im sayin’ Dem not playin’ Lord, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem See di man dem ‘pon di corner ‘pon cocked ready to draw When dem face in-front of Jah God, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem Feast your eyes realize this one That the police are just people with guns I mean people with funds and guns given the power of blood To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son And when a cop dies, we all mortified But when a cop kills he don’t need no alibi I’m not sayin’ that they should be flawless I’m telling you the world is lawless Because we got young knuckleheads power tripping with they tools And who they serving and protecting? Brother not you… Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon? Cause them just agents of the system Twist one up get your fist up in the air Diallo, Bell, and Villanueva I say a prayer I wonder do they include all the police murders when they go and calculate the murder rate each year? They all say the average black man only live til 25 Pac died at 25 How many kids you know dead at 20? Five? Now thats life, I know 10 thats crumbling in coffins Dead as a doorknob Fresh out of high-school and couldn’t find no job Went straight to the grave It’s crazy how the grim reaper in love with such tender age I think about it as I gaze upon my ceiling He woke up brushed his teeth then jumped in the shower Stared at the mirror after he dried his face with a towel And said, This can be the day I might pass away From an altercation my homie got into yesterday Or mistaken identity, him thinking I was his enemy When I never seen him a day in my life This is life for a young black man With his future and his burner in his hand While you’re on your grind, keep this in mind We say… Heaven help the man who takes another man’s life Heaven help the man who makes the other man fight Heaven help the man who fears the other man because he got a tan or he black or he white Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety And heaven knows just why they had to take his life And people are angry and people want answers He wasn’t a nuisance he wasn’t a gangster They want justice in these streets but there seems to be no justice for police and so Heaven help the man who crush another man will Heaven help the man who makes another man kill Help the rioters who’s going crazy In the streets all they’re really screaming out is save me Kendrick Lamar, I want to thank you very much for doing this song It’s Jonathan Emile, 514 stand up Franco Proietti on the alto saxophone Jonathan Emile on the beat This goes out to anybody who has been a victim of abuse of power Hate, violence. It’s time we stand up Ferguson aye, to the world. Ahh.. Montréal, New York, ayy Dem killin’ da people dem Lyin’ to the people all the time. Ahh.. Inna da streets you see a rainbow We’re marching for our rights

These streets is Jurassic, cowards get asthematic Astronauts hover throughout the atmosphere Thats the ghetto bird. Pull up on the curve Wassup homie!, smoke a nigga then dip Its the immaculate, verbal assassin Strangle your perfect etiquette to an accent This the Jesus of Nazareth Spittin gold policies to a world unknown In a cherry low low, with four zones of weed No sticks, no seeds Prestigious when I pulsate the 50 states My need for speak can corral the largest crowds Mosh pit, with a big dick screamin Bitches aint shit! She gobble gobble for hours, I jumped in the shower I dismantle, devour hardest Emcees, softer than clam chowder No challengers can compete, their childish and weak, detrimental Hazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and Frankenstein Im Corrupted Im Corrupted Gimme a hundred gs, for every emcee I dropped to their knees Verbally useless Oh you got the juice!? I squeeze you juiceless Catch you, hang you, from any nooses Been the truth since Snoop and Tha Pound was fuckin over Ruthless Young and Im ruthless 21 with 21 guns, shot and saluted for Pac Lyrical cyclops, lasering in on paper and fraudulent friends Bitch yous a bitch in disguise, and bitches get ten Bullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal Injection In the regal higher than church steeples I swear to God, can ya lyrics in a jar Im a pterodactyl tearin ya squad like pardon Me and Terrace Martin enacting Martin Cannibal coexisting with the coldest, that mean Im the sickest And Thera-flu wont do, whenever Im kicking the wickedness Explosive, cinematic, smoking Like the barrel of this TEC aimin at ya neck Im Corrupted Im Corrupted Im from C-O-M-P-T-O any nigga can get it The lil homie strapped and he with it At the Avalons swap meet, wassup fool!? Blunt longer than Rosecrans I grab the devil then slow dance Practice trigonometry Practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches You are counterfeit, worthless piece of verses surf this West Coast with a big scope kill all yal Its Top Dawg, TDE, CPT Quick to tell a bitch jump on my dick A-S-A-P Complete havoc composer, disorder: rhyme addict Slaughter houses full of Joeys, Joells, and Royces for ya Live from the area code of 310 Laughing all the way to the bank with 3 elmos Three 64s, 1 bottle of goose Im the truth You can put ya hand on the bible and shoot Im Corrupted

Swallow your pride and then eat a dick Make the rulers apologize, you aint ruling shit Im Rick Rubin in 85 with the beard thick Thick bitch type peruvian slanted eyes that squinch I tell you that Im one up Sun down, or sun up Son, I son niggas I probably fucked your mama With no condom Thats good pussy, pussy Tell it to your honor This trauma is Jeffery Dahmer It took me too many moons to fuck up this new platoon Get ambushed or kick pushed with push brooms Man look, your man look like sweet water Cornbread that break under pressure when hes caught up They call me said I gotta crawl before I walk And if I ran my mouth then my legs would get cut off Im just a young boss in the batcave Back against the wall I came back with them back pains Tell em put my name on a gym ball Like Im Derrick Rose Ho, know my gym And players not allowed Im spiking your game towel And spiking your Gatorade with gasoline Im foul Im in the crowd like Artest and them I move the crowd like Artest and them Punchlines mean I really go and punch civilians Crunch time mean I take it to the hole Not a basket, but rather this good pussy that Im in I assassin you niggas I make your weight shape thin Blank tapes in your deck You can still break they necks They hear it, you need clearance from the label just to spin I need to clear it with the bank just to spend Club appearance go for twenty-five racks When you getting it like that, shit, it gotta be a sin So Lord forgive me yes Im a sinner But these hoes is with me cause Im a winner Back when we ate canned food for dinner I coached fools to protools to make my agenda Im tofu, Im nasty like tofu I wish a motherfucker would Get your whole career injured Nigga, thats assault with a deadly weapon I killed your favorite rapper Favorite rapper last record I fucked your favorite actress on the matress What a blessing Make that pussy ante up She call my dick antidepressant Im really not impressed with None of you niggas stressing That some of you niggas blessed with The gift to carry the presence Picking popping Im popping big shit with label investments Fifteen minutes go for fifty seconds Last night, I spent twelve hours inside a session Came up with shit, writers block Niggas up in this dressing like Who the fuck cares? Who the fuck cares? Even when you Slumdog, youll still be a millionaire Nigga playing Santa Claus will make sure you hold deer Have him first put that bitch in a hearse while Rock steer Church to you pussies You push me, get pap smeered Burst out your cookie I read it, my fortune is here Look, this be that shit that make real niggas grab they dicks And bitches rubbing on they tits Until they fingers monkey wrenched Monkey see what monkey do You monkeys never make no sense Jump up a tree, shit on you Shitting bricks that can build a castle No hastle when breaking your picket fence Know pterodactyls that still exist And clap you if you resist Cooperate, go home and seen they daughters copulate And you at risk You wear a bracelet, we want your wrist You can taste it from planet Pluto Doggone it, you panic just like a poodle Rip out your culo, then kudos Two Door regal, El Caminos, and two more Cause I Wipe it off on my shoe, ho Before you your Menthol Meant to get smoked then sent off To Jamaica No trace of a Laker with Toni Kukoc Means aint no hood Hopping California JACO Watching Snoops latest prince get down Bitch, start popping fireworks K. Dot

I want all the kush I want all the bottles I want all the cash I want all the models I want it all I want it all Ok, kush, bottles, shut up, swallow Tonight Im living life like theres no tomorrow Got a couple girls in the Benz And they all got friends, headed back to the condo And I make all they asses clap, clap, clap, bravo I want that lottery money That “please dont say hi to me” money That I could go back to my hometown And get my city outta poverty money Dont lie to me honey, I know that thang fake Put a candle on that ass, tell her “Give me that cake”, wait I rep NY, big boy in the big city Shout out, 5 burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this kush Now lets fade away, and let Juicy go make it rain on that hook Look I want all the kush I want all the bottles I want all the cash I want all the models I want it all I want it all Tell him I do Deniro, tell him you do Camaro I do a fast car, something like a Nascar Move like a sh-sh-sh-shooting star And they know who we are, big pimping in the building Got about a million, throw it at the ceiling Layin smack dead in the face of civilians Tell em Im chilling with Patron on ice And my home on ice, and my neck on ice Lo-lo-lo-look at my ring, Im a hustler string You should learn me twice Imma grind till I die, thats no lie Do with my middle finger held up high Fuck the world, if it fry I know one thing, I did my job And thats get what? Move, tell a lie Sippin on Henny, smokin on ly Never let a penny pass me by Move with the Benjis by my side Thats my sidekick, you better watch it What I mean is, dont touch my pockets Man big debts, cut them checks Hundred mill plus, nothing less I want all the kush I want all the bottles I want all the cash I want all the models I want it all I want it all Tell em I do , tell em they do kius Tell em I got a couple girls in the Benz, and they extra sexy like ES PN your boy got game, the magic wanna do the vein Not ready but Im way Kendick, so I say F it to all you lames Its my time, its my watch, homie Yall dont believe me just watch, only Time will tell but Ill rhyme until I skip time, Im Michael J. Fox Got 86 on that dash, got 87 in cash, and Im born in 88 Born and raised in New York, so you do the math Pass that dutch, oh Ima get a little high now, get a little rush So I take a little ride to the lower east side, hit the 169 Probably find one girl who was 69” With another girl by the end of the night Im her suitor, I can tell the future Ima fuck them both at the same damn time I want all the kush I want all the bottles I want all the cash I want all the models I want it all I want it all I want all the kush I want all the bottles I want all the cash I want all the models I want it all I want it all

In here with the legendary DJ Kay Slay Gotta trust your aim cause aint no trust All my gangstas understand Fuckin up the premises, I been a dick Aint beneficial, Im bout to issue your nemesis Evacuate the buildin when I come through Evaluate your feelins when I come through Tire marks and gun smoke stories OGs reminisce and show glory He said, Nigga, Im hopin you make a way out Before I make this Mac-11 do it for me I know responsibility weighin down on my shoulders Summertime always the coldest Niggas do you dirty like the projects 25? Then you are the oldest This is the feelin you get when you ride Til the wheels fall off and theres no mo drive I see the fear when I look in your eyes You should execute or x out and expire Another day different time But the same old storys told Even when its warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game cause aint no love And that aint gon never change Gotta trust your aim cause aint no trust All my gangstas understand Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers Blue collar for the dollar, Im in Pittsburgh Young vet with rings, bitch, Im Derek Fisher Ballin super hard, you can smell the swishers No one I met workin hard as I do Its like I never even made a fucking dollar Im a genius though, you can check my IQ Yall lookin stupid when you pop your fucking collar Take a breath make a toast I seen the Devil tryna take my soul But he aint gon touch what he cant control This some food for thought, you can get a plate to go Me and Kendrick on a track, man, thats bad news For all you rappers who be talkin shit to act a fool Givin bitches a D like we was back at school But thats only if they got that bad attitude Another day different time But the same old storys told Even when its warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game cause aint no love And that aint gon never change Gotta trust your aim cause aint no trust All my gangstas understand Kept it street with you has beens, they just entertainers Yet theyre going dumb, they go to buggin you for favors Talk behind your back by telling women that they made ya Scared of the slum, I be in em like broken bottles Go to whippin throttle, bending corners in the bottom Did it like hes TIP, pull a click, then recline em Cold summer, swimmin in the puddle with piranhas GRR like Eminem, bitch, I aint never knew my momma Changed on the first born, father wasnt shit Sayin every time she gaze at me all she see is this A nigga on his dick scared to help with the rent Said she love me, I dont ever get the nerve to tell her shit Cryin on the inside, lookin through the fence Looking up to ballers, often time I reminisce Prayin to the stars, I go hard with the bricks Flip em one to two, pass em the rock, make an assist Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I dont miss Kill em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent Bitch, you say you love to suck another nigga dick Kept it real, get the money, aint no sense in actin funny, did a bid Came home then made her fuck him in front me Back to back, cold-heart makin all assumptions Now we goin far but you came back from travelin outta states While you other bitches​ hate back in the country Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me And this WCW, love to cheat on her husband She from Colorado, shed die for niggas who thuggin While her faker was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty Ball players runnin trains on her and her buddies Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin, motherfucker Trust your aim cause aint no trust All my gangstas understand Another day different time But the same old storys told Even when its warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game cause aint no love And that aint gon never change Gotta trust your aim cause aint no trust All my gangstas understand

I love money, I love bitches for the lack of better words Aint got no time, aint got no feelings for the lack of better words I miss your call four time this evening for the lack of better words The music loud, cant hear it ringing for the lack of better words You got nothing left to offer but a lack of better words Get nothing else from me but a lack of better words Had a nickel every time you get a lack of better words Feeling cheap to be your woman for the lack of better words But I say my ego gotta yeet for the lack of better words I cant love you, I love these streets for the lack of better words But if its true, you would trust me for better or for worse Im selfish, I cant help it, for the lack of better words You gon be like this forever for the lack of better words You gon get your shit together, no, no you never learn You cannot do better for the lack of better words Never can let you forget it any time you on my nerves Na, na, na, all you do, make excuse Na, na, na, all you do, is make excuse I wish a nigga would I wish this nigga I wish a nigga would I wish this nigga I wish your mhm-mhm-mhh I wish this nigga I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga Stuck in a rock and a hard place God damn, bitch, hoe, huh Yeah, woah

Writer At WarKendrick Lamar in his own words.A lot of times in interviews, people ask me things like, “How does it feel now? What have you bought your mom and your pops and family?” Nobody ever really asks about what it’s like trying to adapt to fame and money and how much of a depression it can make for you. How much of a depression it could put you in knowing that so many kids hang on to your words. I can’t make a song like “i” without being in that dark place. “i” comes from going overseas, going to New York, being in L.A. and hearing kids saying, “Kendrick, I was gonna kill myself last week. Section.80, good kid, m.A.A.d city saved my life.” Or “I was gonna kill myself tonight until I came to your show.” I believe that they are telling the truth. At first I wasn’t so sure, maybe it was just they were excited to meet me. But then they showed me their wrists and had all these different scars from when they tried to take their lives but failed. Or I look into their eyes and their pupils are dilated and they on all these types of meds and drugs, it’s a whole different story to me. That’s when I learned that while I’m making music for myself, drawing from my own experiences and conflictions and battles within myself, this teenager listens to every word I say. And that’s spooky I think one of my biggest battles within myself is embracing leadership. You always grow up and you hate the term “role model.” You would say, “I don’t wanna be a role model. I don’t want none of that.” But in actuality, you are the biggest role model. It’s impossible to fight the title of role model. Especially when the type of music I make is so personal. People feel like they can relate to me or that they are me. They feel like they know my whole life story even though we from different worlds. So when I go out and meet them in public, I don’t get a response like, “Kendrick, will you sign this real quick?” Or, “I wanna just take this picture with you.” No, they want to have full conversations. I find out that they live their lives by my music and that right there is somethingWhen I try to soak it all in, that’s the only thing that kind’ve scare me, feel me? Life is sad in general and I’m meeting these different people every day. It kind’ve snaps me back into reality outside of what I do. Outside of the girls, outside of the cars, the money, it really ain’t that important when you meeting somebody that’s still in the struggle. These the people that live their lives in dark spaces, every day , you know, and they use my music as some sort of tool to keep going, almost like a Bible, you know? These kids feel like they got nothing to believe in but they see me and say, “Kendrick, I believe in you. I believe in your music.” And what happens it puts me in some type of space where it’s almost like some type of worship or responsibility, but I know it. I can see itAnything I say or do, I don’t take back, I don’t regret.I think one of my biggest assets is not knowing how famous I am. Or even excluding the word, I hate the word “famous.” I’m aware of it. I know people treat me different because of it. And the more I am aware of that and play into it, the more I become detached from the real world. So it’s really about balance. The more somebody opens the door for me and I walk through without acknowledging that they opened the door for me, the more I become separate from others I had a talk with Lauryn Hill and she said, “Try to completely throw away your ego.” How many times can you throw away an ego, you know? It’s tough. It’s something we all battle with. I battle with it all the time and the idea of being in all these places—the big spots, all the events, the lights—it’s all for your ego. It’s all for your own confirmation to be like, okay, I’m somebody. But truthfully, you’ve always been somebody. You don’t need the lights I try to think about that. Also, I like to look at old pictures and think of things from back in the day that kind of draws me back to where I came from. I think a lot of times when artists are in so much of the now, they only think of what’s ahead of them, which is cool. But I look at pictures of the small little apartment that I come from in Compton and things like that. And it always trips me out when I get too far out there where I’m missing phone calls or not responding to text messages on time or my peoples is hitting me, my moms is and I can’t get back to her. Sometimes you on the go and you forget about those little things It’s definitely a gift and a curse when you make music as personal as I make it. Of course you get the kids out there that say that they relate to you and this song saved their lives, and you helped them with their assignment for this and that. And then at the same time, your privacy is not respected. And all entertainers go through it, but moreso the ones that make very personal music, because it’s not just me you’re focusing on now when I’m out in public, but also on individual characters that I’m talking about in my music. So that’s a whole other ballgame and it’s just something that I’ve gotta acceptWhen I’m completely drained of inspiration, that’s when I’m finished with the project.I think the way it is, the positive aspect of me gaining more listeners and giving them some type of motivation and relatable effect, it’s more than running from somebody snapping a picture of my mom’s van that was on my album cover, that she actually still has. I’d never think that would happen, but it’s happened plenty of times to where she has to hide the van now. She can’t drive that thing no more. And she’s old school, she wanna drive it. But I never want them to be in this type of world, because not everybody can handle it. I think the average person wouldn’t be able to handle the day-to-day. It’s a lot of things you gotta deal with. So me doing that, it’s just a piece of me. I gotta find balance and try not to really get too frustrated over it I’d be lying to you to say I knew good kid, m.A.A.d city would be as successful as it has been. In the beginning I was very doubtful. Once I was done, the jitters hit me so fast. I was so confident in making it, because I was like, “This is it, man. Nobody heard this story and if you heard it, you heard it in bits and pieces but I’m finna put it to you in a whole album—from Compton, from the hood, from the streets—it’s a whole other perspective and light, I’ma go back and do the skits just like how Biggie and Dre and Snoop and ’Pac did it. And I’ma tell my story.” Then I wrapped up with it and said, “Man, what’s on the radio right now? I don’t think they doin’ skits and things like that.” I don’t know if the people are gonna understand what I’m talkin’ about on this album because it’s almost like a puzzle pieced together, and albums ain’t been created like this in a long time. Albums that actually still reach the masses, at least My whole outlook on being signed was to have an actual massive commercial successful album. This is what you think as a kid. You don’t know nothing about creative process and things like that. So I didn’t know how blessed I was to actually go and make an album that I can create and control 100 percent. When I was done with it, I was like, “Man, these people believe in me like this? They let me just do this whole thing by myself like this? I don’t know. Y’all sure I’m right?” I was nervous because I didn’t think the people would understand it. And I get a call from Pharrell. He said he had a copy of the album and it’s amazing. And I was like, that call was right on time because that was when I was feeling super insecure about it. Pharrell said, “Never feel that way again. When that little negative man come behind your head, always follow your first heart, and that was your first heart, to put the album out like this.” This is his words verbatim, he said, “Watch what’s gonna happen.”I believe in this theory that when you get success and you get fame and money, it makes you be you times ten.When I come up to certain artists, artists that I’ve always looked up to, and they can recite my records that wasn’t the single, that puts me in a space where, okay, this is a person I always respect and to get their respect back was almost like confirmation for me. I always thought confirmation would be having a lot of money, and things I could do for my family Because that was what we was taught when you come from these urban neighborhoods, you was taught that having money was success and that’s all you see, all you know. So once I got the money and everything else that comes with it, I felt like I wasn’t satisfied. I’m looking around like, this is great security, but I don’t even spend it on myself, I spend it on my loved ones. That makes me feel good knowing I can support somebody that’s in need. But at the same time, I’m feeling like, okay, what’s after this? So what I realized was, my greatest fulfillment of accomplishment was having somebody that I looked up to for so many years and knowing that I put in that same dedication and work and them saying, “Thank you.” And them being able to recite them lyricsKendrick Lamar - Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe (I think the first time I played “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe” for Andre 3000 was before it came out. I never share my album while I’m creating. I think that the situation with Andre was one of those things where he was in the studio with Dre and Dre was like, “Play some stuff .” I can’t say no to Dr. Dre. But me creating music, I never really play music for anybody, even people inside the camp because it can almost sway your creative process 100 percent. So along with that, I cut off everything on the radio; I really just duck off from music. Because I’m gonna be influenced and I don’t want to be. That has always been my process. I just feel like, it’s really the only prized possession that I actually can control, you know? It’s selfishness for sure, but it’s my selfishness and I own it I know a lot of people that go around and play music to get approval because some are not so confident in the things they do. But with me, personally, I can only speak for myself, this is me. Anything I say or do, I don’t take back, I don’t regret. That’s how I was feeling at the time and that’s how y’all gonna get it, and I own it. Love me or hate me, I own it. It is what it is. And that’s how I look at itFrom 13 years old to the time I was 21, I was in a mode of mastering how to be a rapper. Like a rapper’s rapper, using my tongue as a sword, a fuckin’ barbarian. That’s all it was about, slaying words. So when I turned 21, 22, somewhere around there, I got into a mode where it became more of a writer aspect for me rather than just being a rapper ’cause this is around the same time where cats weren’t putting out mixtapes anymore. They was putting out full bodies of work and wasn’t even signed to a major label. So by that time, that’s when I started developing and actually constructing my music from a writer’s point of view. good kid, m.A.A.d city was probably one of them albums that you could unfold out into a book and read it. And that’s how I treat everything. Everything is critical like that from here on out. It’s the art of writingSo you ask yourself in the midnight hour, ‘Who am I? Is this really what I’m supposed to be doing? How did I get here? Why am I doing this? What’s my responsibility?This is more than just music for me. This is actually a piece of me. I’m obsessed with it. And that’s how I take it. When I make my music, it comes from a genuine space where I’m already spreading myself wide to the world. So during my process in creating it, that time is for me, personally. That’s for my heart, those are my memories that helped me up with these lyrics and get inspiration. That was my memories. Taking those inspirations and going into that booth, that’s something that I hold dear When I’m completely drained of inspiration, that’s when I’m finished with the project. When I start maybe trying to tamper with things that I shouldn’t tamper with, I’ve already had done, that’s when I’m done and I know I’ve exhausted inspiration. That comes with not wanting to actually rush the process. I always want to put it down to the last idea, and once I’m drawn away from it, that’s when I say, okay, let’s take all these pieces—they might not even be songs—let’s take these pieces and construct it. So what I want to say, and how I want to execute it becomes clear It’s the best part because the things that I say on my records—this is another reason why I don’t just play records for people—you won’t necessarily get it until it’s constructed. I know what type of artist I am. I’m not an artist that’s gonna give you a single and say, “This is what my album’s gonna sound like, go sell it.” That’s not me. I’m just not that artist to give you one or two songs here and there and run with it. Everybody has their own niche. With mine, I just own it, and I know that’s exactly what that is. And I wanna keep that lane. I don’t want to jump in somebody else’s lane and try to do their moves because it may not work for me like it worked for them. So I stay where I feel like I’m inspired What’s crazy to me is that I feel the same energy now that I felt before my first album. I know there’s lot of pressure for me on this new album but it don’t necessarily scare me. It’s almost confirmation, like, go in there and challenge yourself just the same way you challenged yourself the first time. Because I remember going to radio stations and them telling me this: “Dr. Dre had Snoop Dogg, 50 Cent, Eminem, you seen what Eminem did, right? Yeah, uh huh. Kendrick Lamar, he from the West Coast, and Compton, too. Dre from Compton, you see the legacy he left. Yeah, so I hope that album is good. Matter fact, you got the weight on your shoulders right now.” Thank you for that. Let me get in the studio now since you just put the battery in my backI thought I was going to win Best Rap Album at the Grammys. I put a lot of work in on my album and the biggest thing for me is knowing that it was basically an underground album. It didn’t have big No. 1 records on it and there wasn’t really any commercial hits. It was great songs and I think the message behind it reached as many listeners and believers as a super mainstream album. So for me, when you’re saying, “rap,” that would be my definition of something that deserved an accolade. Yep I found out a lot about myself in these past two years. It’s scary. I know more about myself now than any other point of my life. I believe in this theory that when you get success and you get fame and money, it makes you be you times ten. I was a pretty shy and to myself type of person as a kid. And now 15 years later I’m in front of people every day, tens of thousands of people. So that makes me more of a recluse. That makes me not come outside of my world on the outskirts of L.A. and bounce around different places and things like thatWhat I do is for a greater purpose and we all need money and things like that to survive, but the energy around some of these spaces, it can draw you into a crazy place.So you ask yourself in the midnight hour, “Who am I? Is this really what I’m supposed to be doing? How did I get here? Why am I doing this? What’s my responsibility?” It’s a real trippy thing, you feel me? And I think it’s something that nobody can understand; only an artist can. Things change for you with success when you get money. I noticed when people started treating me a little bit different, the people that I cared about the most, my close friends and family. The artist don’t necessarily change, it’s usually the people around them. Their expectations of you can sometimes be out of control. You can do one thing that can trigger something mentally in them that makes them think that you don’t care about them or you don’t fuck with them no more when that’s not the case. You’re just more focused on what you have to do because it’s biggerThe moment I start seeing change in people around me, that’s when I know something is a little bit different. Then there’s tension in the air that I probably can’t necessarily deal with at the moment. ’Cause when the industry don’t understand me, and the business don’t understand me, these are the people I can run to. What happens when I can’t run to them? Artists just get paranoid in any situation and circumstance. I’m always paranoid. I’m already a person who thinks a lot; sometimes I may overthink things or think too much. So when you’re put into a space where you feel like you can’t necessarily trust your close ones, that can do some whole other crazy thing to you psychologically. Seriously. All you got is you and God at the end of the day The hard time for me was probably when I was on the road. It’s almost like you go on the road and you’re gone for two years. And this place you’ve known your whole life, these people you’ve known your whole life, everything is different when you come back. And you feel like, damn, your sanctuary is now on that tour bus. That dirty, stinky, smelly tour bus. And that’s one thing, among numerous other things, that have been hard sometimes. To the point where people are pulling for you left and right, where you feel like you don’t have control over your own life. Over your own well-being What I do is for a greater purpose and we all need money and things like that to survive, but the energy around some of these spaces, it can draw you into a crazy place. And I’ve seen and heard some of the greats go out because of it. And I’m saying this right now to let everyone know, it’s real and you have to be mentally steady 100 percent in order to keep doing it at a high level and still maintain your sanity

When the lights shut off, an artists dream is that their work will stand the test of time. The ones that influence our culture are the ones we most remember. Here, two powerful creative forces come together to elevate the status quo and lay ground to their legacy. This is their poetry. Sing about them. This is part one Sing About Me plays

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit The return of that 808 trunk hit Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton, GO! Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton You be on that fuck shit, Im tryin to make bucks quick Dont talk to me if money aint the subject 93s laced up, we about to run shit Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits Standin on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch Fallin all over spillin drinks, tryin to tongue kiss Money over hoes, so you know I aint the one, Miss Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: Pass her off like a basketball Stay with dimes, Im like Nash to yall My living room look like a casting call Dont be bringing hoes with Noassatall A sweet talkin nigga, ask your mom My nigga, thats your squad? We treat line-ups like thats Lebron Push backwards like the bush whackers We aint just kush rappers - we max it out like FootAction I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit The return of that 808 trunk hit Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton, GO! Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch Yall niggas picture near puttin swag in your spliffs My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6 Like nigga, do you know how much ass Imma get? Wrote a plan out, lets dip, we can market and sing Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent Only way niggas swingin is to target the fence Thats why everything were singing hit the target like Prince, man Im talkin vanity and cannabis Stickin to the strategy, how simple can it be? Niggas comin home we gon put them on the salary Niggas think they cold til we push our shit to Calgary Yea, youre who-blah and your shoe rot Youre too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska Your new job from Calgary to the new spot Threw that 2Pac on, but couldnt ride like we used ta Used up, youre new guys shoe size Drew ties, never move pies, move lines She do lines, why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly Dont bother the father, just let me do mine I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit The return of that 808 trunk hit Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton, GO! Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton Its notorious, peep it Yall niggas is Victorias Secret Soft as Moms lingerie Its a mans world boy, put the pom-poms away Its only right we got our palms on LA Cause if Pac was alive, youd get bombed on today Bombs bombs away, like Bron-Bron and Wade We been had next, now its our time to play, nigga Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets Youre poppin your gums and Im poppin your optics Optimus Prime when Im done And the topic of music is me And the logic is usually You should stop in and grab a degree In the science of how to emcee And Im watchin the critics critique When Im climbing the valleys and peaks And aligning myself While Im riding Orions belt In the street and defiling this beat As a dead bitch that lay at my feet This is King shit... I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit The return of that 808 trunk hit Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton, GO! Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cross trainers on my motherfuckin feet Cash in my palm, Imma pass the baton

Do you really want a test? You better study real hard before you end up with an F Be my guest, souls what every soul wants to be I guess Im with the B-I pardon me I be a phenom Heard you was a fag in L.A. like FILA Whatever happened to the U-N-I-T-Y? Like Queen Latifa See you steam as a little teapot Short but not too stout Your clout fabricate what you bout Im bout done fuckin wit you small time MCs Nigga Im competin wit Pun Run up and get done up like a prom hair-do Top floor still on the come up, where are you? Its one million ways to die Im livin proof Matter fact let me rephrase that Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Committed to my cash, loyal to my projects But AR knock off a nigga biceps Im a go getter, Im a gorilla Nigga Im the shit, shit on shitters Im realer Im so exquisite, bitches they love to visit Fuckem and send them home with their fucking thongs missing Im what the game missing that why them rappers hatin Next nigga who try me Ima leave his head vacant Goon to the death, thanks to my habitat See before you speak you better watch who you yappin at And if you speak then its you Ill be clappin at One shot, one kill no clappin back Im in the streets, I hear you niggas talkin Claimin they killers and that aint even in they hearts They something like ink on a piece of paper, marks Im something like a razor blade, sharp Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Wanna compete with this tech-a-nique? Big gun, take a seat I can blaze for days but me? Rather take a freak Touch socks in the suite, big name in the streets Top Dawg ENT, GED, TNT 40 Glock pop shit, bust into the Glock click Semi-automatic lips spit when the pin itch Tighter than a closed fist Product make your nose twitch All that bold shit have you buried where my dog piss Tortoise speedin through the game like Porsches Fortress, thousand dollar frames on our porches Cautious, cock it and explode the track Your brain over wax, its solved over rap Shots breathe, got power tell the cops freeze Countin all this bread, Aftermath not Eve Big league Im the best my spots earned You niggas disagree? Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Anybody can get it Send em in a cloud if you think skys the limit Im foul like a elbow intended In the game no winning even if it is a scrimmage You can get coached right now Black Phil Jackson maxin Cooler than George Bush when the planes went down As far as rappin? I should be a wordsmith Porsche GT swerve like cursive Yall wait on Wayne to drop C3 I drop C-4, bomb on you No white flag put em in a full body cast Like a sitcom, make em sit calm, I sip Dom P Bumpin the Iselys with a bitch on My wee wee like I been in France too long Need another level been advanced too long Niggas want war come on Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Ugh, this nigga tryin to meet the architect You going about this thing the wrong way That kinda far fetched Whats the reason for this nonsense? You listen to your boys You should have reasoned with your conscience You wasnt built for this content I send a chick at you that dabble in bondage Tie you to the bed post as you respond with kindness Even let her blindfold you, you love how she dominant My Spanish chick from Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy Who specialize in givin Brazilian Neckties While I sip a Mai Tai Cause my time is far more important Than to be shootin it out with tough guys still flow like faucet water My niggas half step like foster daughters My mic can slaughter a nation like the angel of god You think this lyrical homicide nigga? Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than words Actions— Action speaks louder than words

Not wearing two chains, but I keep it TRU Real niggas with me; my real bitches, too Out for Trump change, yeah, I gotta eat Patience is a virtue, something flawless gonna come to me Im rollin OG, blow it out the roof She eyeballing me, macking hoes like CPUs She know me, mightve saw me on TV too Thugging with the homies, tryna make it, kicking ghetto tunes Out the gutter, bitch, what your focus is? Small-time hustling, now its time to do it big I want it all, fancy cars, yeah the newest shit Came a long way, riding round on my Buick shit Win by any means—who said it best? Kobe Bryant mind-state, Im shooting til Im accurate Cant stop it til Im a couple million strong Grinding to put my loved ones on, in my zone Not your average rapper, step inside my universe Far from you average rappers, nothing is by the book Welcome to Hells Kitchen, show you just how to cook The city is full of bishops, putting pressure on rooks My vision so panoramic, my brain on another planet To reach it, you gon need more than a neuro-ologist, honestly To be honest, far from lyrical Gifted with miracles; when I rhyme, its a ritual Spit it, it hit your spiritual, nigga Im planning my day of triumph All I got is my word and my sword, choppers and bibles I pray—pray a nigga never get in my way Cause thatll be the moment he make his bed and just lay And now, you see me shining, perfect timing, Im a Top Dawg I love this feeling, make a killing when Im on tour All my life surrounded by negativity, jealousy Through the midst of it all, this what they telling me Motherfuckers cant rhyme no more, bout crime no more When I was in the streets, I put them numbers on the board I robbed two niggas, put they chains in the pawn shop Got five hundred, spunt it all on a quarter piece Made about fifteen hundred Them new Js was about two hundred The word got back, they know I done it Spent a thou on a few new drummers Took it to them, cause I knew they was coming Three yards left Ran through those like first-and-goal Naw Im back, burnt pistol close, like, Who got the dough? Yea, DMX of the projects Skinny Black nigga with a complex, fuck your Pyrex Robbing everything, no patience for the nonsense Professor X with a Tec, get your mind hit They say I rap with a chip on my shoulder Naw, nigga, this the wits of a soldier, motherfucker Its Jay Rock! Oohoohoo, ahahahaha, ahh! You got it, big bro!

Eardrummers I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all my real ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city My city be grindin, no fakin My city dont rock with them niggas hatin Im the one, I put the city on the billboard Im the one, I got some hitters thatll kill for it You know you dont want beef, well cook that You know its a hundred bands in my bookbag Everything we do is for the city Kill the competition, no pity Me and Kendrick bout to run shit We dont say we did shit cause we done shit If I hit a lick, boy, its more than one lick If I get a chick, boy, its more than one chick I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all my real ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all the bad ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city My city never want for nothin My city love it when Im hustlin I flip the merchandise and rotate Ive been a mogul and Im heavy Every time I rep its with the extras I be on one, I be zonin, I be flexin This shit gotta be the oil talk This shit gotta be all your fault Big body movin with my name on it Big body, tell me she gon sing on it Me, my nigga Hootie, we gon make a movie I got moves to make, officer dont shoot me California-raised, California-paid, yeah California Ks, watch out for the strays, yeah 10 toes down, keep it underground, yeah Hoe we ran it then, now we run it now, yeah I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all my real ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all the bad ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Lil mama, she bad, Im gon spin Ima take her straight to the pad, we goin in Ima let you see the hood, Ima let you see the rooftop Let you see the trap, Ima let you see the new spot Im the man in my city, yeah Far as dough, we got plenty, yeah Im the reason the 4 Seasons is full of real ones The Gs in, its our season, we finna kill em Ima put the team on like a boss Ima put my girl on just to floss We dont care what the world on cause its ours Tell em we dont fear nothin but a charge Ima put the team on like a boss Ima put my girl on just to floss We dont care what the world on cause its ours Tell em we dont fear nothin but a charge I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all my real ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city Im the one in my city, all the bad ones with me I get love in the city, I get love in the city I get love in the city, Im the plug in my city

Right Gather round hustlas thats if ya still livin And get on down with this THC vision The last of a dying breed too many whack artists So tell em Parappa the Rapper nigga rap harder Like being garbage some type of disease I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe Aint no problem to me, call me Father MC Pay homage to a God, bitch fall on your knees Hood booga wannabe house wife gassed off nini High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV But this real, fuck how you feel Call of Duty mode with these verses, lot of kills First niggas doubted the flow, now how you feel? If this was back in the days youd get a lot of gills Gimme mines, I really rhyme Yup really Im, one of the illest niggas doin it Or these niggas is losin it, silly minds They try to style on a New York nigga Like my flow aint cold like a New York winter I dont stunt, I regulate Seen empires separate Best friends kill best friends everyday For petty sake not even heavyweight, its never good Theres a Rich Porter story in every hood, DZA No matter how far we go We forever be real, well never fold Know my niggas stay down, we all we know We gotta get it so we live it just remember what we do and wont stop My turbulence put a burden on young herbs Once its crackin its a chain reaction minus Yung Berg Im on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence Take a shot at the Excorcist then X em out with these words Panoramic views be tumblin out my mind This aint 1992 bullets tumblin out no nines Big AKs like Alicia Keys abbreviated And nowadays niggas stand behind em like Clive Davis Clyde Drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher An understatement said that K. Lamar was under pressure Dont press ya luck when Im pressed for time Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind The presidents prayer cant save us in my cul-de-sac Theres codeine, crack and cognac enough violence to keep the devil smilin while we whilin on them corners with them ropes and rats Nigga build a trap house, hope his homies dont run his trap See the Feds and tap out thats wrestler shit Dont rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch We move in silence, like the potato tip when we ridin And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens You aint been where I been, I know where Im goin And lifes a bitch, I know that she hoing I know what Im sewing, what I reap I know that Im flowing like water from sea or water from creek And if I dont speak, I know you aint growin Cuz Im a leader, respect it when you see em Accepted by yo new bitch, yo old bitch and yo BM Yall always on that BS and PS Im takin all fades Im takin off first, this G6 is on its way

Feeling like a mother fucking animal Hannibal Lecter of 2012 Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled If music is your calling Youre falling, pick up yourself If a nigga said he could see me Bet he told you in Braille, fucker Put you in front of the street then buy you some bread Nigga you lunch meat, shouldve worked at Subway instead Goliath couldnt bare my triumph Im a leader, walk behind me as I walk through Zion Swinging swords like Im sparring with a Spartan Watch they face drop when the beat drop I drop a real jewel like a Martin, fool Me and curtains ballin like peewee kirkland callin em kirk franklin Stomp em, leave em hurting No judgement for a plaintiff They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy as O.D.B But Ive been O.D. since 03 Thats March 14th, my first recordings I kicked it like sweet chin Music on Chuck Norris Look, look, look Im J-A-Y, Rock to be exact Niggas said gardens, Watts on the map Hm, story of this eastside nigga All my life in the ghetto on the peace side nigga Where across the tracks, opposites attract Niggas go hard for the color of they flag Dope man money, welfare recipients Unfit mothers never heard of obedience Hos so devious, niggas all talk Right around the corner, deja vu Same old shit, something like re-runs Gotta stay sharp, if you slip then you bleed ? Guns in the Levis, 501s Niggas dont box, they buy more guns Uh, thats how it is on these L.A. streets Dont sleep, dont sleep Look, catch me sitting in my truck Remy in this cup No tags on this bitch, but I dont give a fuck I ride until the wheels fall off Thats some real shit Never let them get in your mind, never reveal shit Let a nigga know your feelings, business and all Hes the type of nigga riffing and wishing on you to fall Fake niggas try and impersonate your character Thats why I got my mothers fucking eyes on them scavengers Watch em! My daddy told me that every day Pray for late Charles, why he have to pass away? Thinking about my pops, then the stress starts to kick in Roll me up a fat ass blunt and start drinking Damn! Then reality starts to set in Im married to the streets and I aint never had a wedding I stop selling dope because niggas started telling Sex, money, and weed: the life we start living Guns in the closet for niggas who start tripping Stay in the house when them choppers come out spitting Stay on your job Keep your eyes open on every corner The blink of an eye, and youre a goner No wronger, tell em about the pains of this hunger Shock em like thunder And the ? going bonkers Just living my life up on some cool shit So, nigga just miss me with all that bull shit

I aint worried about these niggas trynna hate on me To me its all just jealousy Dont wanna see another brother get his money So I roll on, roll on, roll on ,roll on Everyday stay fresh and stiffy And oh boy your girl is out to get me Man the streets is filled with envy So I roll on Roll on Roll on Rolling up the cronic, isnt it ironic My money rolling like Sonic Divas in my lap up and down like hydraulics Got a pimp player degree but never did college Niggas steady hating when you steady getting dollars Got 99 issues your bitch aint part of my problem Used to be broke now Im getting cabbage Got marble on the floors in my project palace No more crack money getting paid off my ballads Went from dirty money to visas you see my balance Welcome to my habitat East side gutter I could whip you a cookie, best believe its gonna be butter Then I hit the club pissy drunk of that bubba Gotta stay high til I die motherfucker Imma get this money while you niggas envy Haters want me to schh Then come and get me Please I aint worried about these niggas trynna hate on me To me its all just jealousy Dont wanna see another brother get his money So I roll on, roll on, roll on ,roll on Everyday stay fresh and stiffy And oh boy your girl is out to get me Man the streets is filled with envy So I roll on Roll on Roll on Kendrick Lamar, young nigga Before I ever wear a chain, I make sure you know my name Im the same good kid from the block where you was raised Didnt have a pot to piss in peeing in your pjs You see my story is a story untold by the kid from Compton making straight as for new clothes Surrounded by bullets from one of my relatives foes Because he been a killer since he was 12 years old The price of being guilty by association got me places I aint ever been Like in back of the swap meet niggas trynna test my chin Squaring up like a nerd before summer school begin Then break when bullets breaks wind All I wanna do is rap But its a wrap When you living inside of Iraq and George Bush in the culdesac You get pushed and you righteous act Its a murder charge on your back Can I captivate this captive before you try peel my cap Can I live Huh Kendrick Lamar

Baby, I wanna, I wanna get you to understand I love you, and I love her too But that may be too much for you to deal with So I wrote a song about it, you wanna hear? Well, here we go My life is Mardi Gras And shes the life of the party, yall Its like ring around her rosy When I came around they chose me And I make em feel famous, famous, famous, famous Winner circle, square dont fit And Im caught up in a triangleship Living life in a triangleship And Im caught up in a triangleship Living life in a triangleship And Im caught up in a triangleship Yup, Im caught up in the middle of this love thing I keep trying to escape the ball and chain My main dame holds me down for the winter season My side piece just a winner, thats for many reasons Insecurities inside of myself Have me not be able to picture you with nobody else Im caught up between two beautiful women Who both could clean and play their position - its like I know Im wrong, but I cant seem to get it right Process of elimination, hell of a decision to make Take two and add me Never knew a real commitment would ever involve three The one she got a temper, always make sure Im fair The other one she leaves me lonely cause shes focused on the bread Yeah, can a man ever be so lucky? I guess thats why these women dont trust me A 3ChordFold Its hard being the star of a plot when Love and lust at the same time got them So I doubled up, put five on, they got ten Gambled with their hearts, had the ball and I dropped it To leave would be the death of me, dearly departed Dont know how I got by being partially honest A thin line between love and hate Yeah, I crossed it, wait Love is no guarantee, I got options Fate, its me and her, its me and she Multiple choices, not A and B A test I was destined to fail for sure, boy Rather be stingy than to see you hugging on old boys Oh boy, Im just a man with a lot of love to give And hope you understand it was never my intent To mislead neither of you, but it is what it is Cupid tried to aim straight, but I guess cupid missed 3ChordFold Deep in his love Not sure if thats what this still is We used to get away, and love, play Innocent as kids then Something else happened We wanted different things Days turned to nightmares And over time things changed Life is funny that way Time is money, and my bank statement states that Im in need of more than Fuss and fights and making up And waking up after watching me sleep Just singing songs about moving on Cause trust aint slept here in weeks So lets leave We talk about til color fades from the leaves and falls again And winter wind springing up in the same thing Still here Summer crystal blue sky clear We just living on love From hearts trenched and trembling in fear Chord one, the free loader

Parasites in my stomach keep me with a good feeling, yall Gotta see how I’m chillin once I park this luxury car Hopping out feeling big as Mutombo 20 on pump six dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo 20 years ago, cant forget Now I can lend all my ear into how to stack these residuals Tenfold, the liberal concept of what menll do 20 on 6, he didnt hear me Indigenous African only spoke Zulu, my American tongue was leery Hopped out the gas station, a homeless man with 100 grand Who passed me just asked for 10 grand, stressing about dry land Blue skies, powder blue skies then crack open Piece of crack that he wanted, I knew he was smokin He begged and pleaded Asked me to feed him twice, I didnt believe it, told him beat it Contributed money just for his pipe, I couldnt see it He said my son, temptation is one thing that I defeated Listen to me, I want a single bill from you Nothing less, nothing more I told him I didnt have it then close my door Tell me how much how much a dollar costs? And this a freestyle beginning And if you know me you know K.Dot TDE winning We are the champions, we disagree You cant see it then you best believe This the cypher, I need yall to throw some words up And you dont, and you dont, and you dont And you dont, and you dont, and you dont And you dont, and you dont, and you dont And you dont, and you dont stop They wanna know the question K.Dot, everybody stressin This is the message that Im kickin too wicked, straight from Compton If you come around my city youll get stomped in The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach Boy, you out of reach This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not This a freestyle off the top of the dome Big Boy city, you know my home Imma represent every time I come to the lab If you wanna see me, homeboy, get the cab Cause you cant ride with me, you cant see the streets You cant see us, its TDE My homeboy Dave gon fly you straight in Sippin on that juice and gin and thats a classic Coming straight from Dre and Snoop If you want us please jump inside the group Because you dont deserve it if you dont not This is straight hip hop, this is off the top And when I rock you feel it If its us and then you hear it Please consider that the best agree The top number one emcee Now when I flip it I flip the beat as my enemy You thought it was taming me, on point like a widows peak Deliver the bars that everyone agree They say the number one emcee, best believe I love the pianos and I love the flow I love the snare drum, I love... oh, I cant cuss on radio Because if I do they just might let me go Im side to the best, I ride to the best I represent the West, please dont try to test Because you will get disabled From best of flows I know, you hate it Everybody wanna rock, but they cant Because they come from the street of Rosecrans We drop it off the top of the backboard for real And thats a swish, thats a net, alley oop I feel that we are the champions and these Godsll stomp you I come through your block and crash everything that you want or put out to And if you know my flow then you know how it go If you know Death Row then you know Eazy, then you know Dre Then you know Snoop and you know we dont play But anyway I need yall to flip the beat Because my words always compete with the best I said we dont stop, boy, we run hip hop Boy, we run rap, boy, this is Top Dawg D-O-T, D-A-W-G, K-D-O-T, C-P-T L-B-C West, W-A-T-T-S, Jay Rock, he dont play Niggas and guards, projects What you want? We can collide anytime with the biceps But this aint no strong arm, buddy, this just a freestyle Off top of the brain, boy, you know I get wild You know Im so foul, you know Im off of the top You know this hip hop, you know I cropped The roof from the birth of the Earth And Ive been doing this since church With the small slacks, with the soft suspender If you rapping like that, homeboy, we suspend ya We contenders, we on the top off the map We on the top off the globe and yeah this real rap From the bottom of the soil since Adidas and Run DMC Sprinting like cheetahs, we run this game and beat me And man on the beat right now He gon flip it and please believe Every 16 bars is like ours And if you want it then we bout to take charge, whats up? Tonights the night I jump off my shit Deep cover on the incognito tip And every time the words flip the emcees step, but I dont trip I keep walking, keep pushing and put em in a coffin You often looking for the best, Im here We talking, you looking for the stress, you there Keep walking, you looking for the West, right here You stalking the flow, you often to know I want yall to know been doing this since the days of Death Row and Ruthless Ive been ruthless, the coupe it been roofless You spit, the words be toothless But it get like that because you feel it I got Rikki on my side and she chillin Big Boy on my side and he willin They say that he writing my bars, forget it Its my lyrics, its my pen Its my paper as I begin Ive been writing for Kendrick for a long time And hes been reciting my rhymes So for those out there who didnt know Big Boy gets on the mic and he kicks an ill flow Then about 10 years ago I got this call From a little dude, I said yes, yes, yall He said uncle Big Boy, I wanna start rapping I said whats up, little homie?, he said I wanna start trapping I wanna start capping, I wanna start hitting the studio I said slow down a little bit, bro He said holler, I wanna rock the spot I said whats your name?, he said my name is K.Dot I said K.Dot, okay, I think I feel you But this the way I wanna instill you First off let me write what you gon say Record it and then press play He said okay, it was very rude that I took K.Dot on He was one of my little students So he just sat in class He was looking at me, said do I get a pass? Do I get an A,B,C,D,E or do I fail? I said you doing well, his head started to swell Then all of a sudden he came to me He said theres this dude in Compton that has TDE I said Top Dawg? Hold on, that is my partner Dont stop right there because I think When the dude is coming with a contract But I said hold on, let me look at that I said okay, he want this, he wants these points He want this, but dont smoke any joints You my lil partna, how old are you on the scene? He said big boy I been a student, about, Im about sixteen I said okay keep going, and then all of a sudden He started doing uhh, he started doing these shows And he got poetic, he got energetic Spotetic, all those -etics Any more -etics, any more edits Then o-etics, and then a o-etics So then I came back and he was still in class And then I gave em that pass I said TDE, the real Macoy Cant forget Jay Rock, cant forget Schoolboy And so I put the whole crew together, but from the background Before I got in they had a lack sound

They felt like they were laying tracks, for the generation to come. I think my mother knew that freedom wouldnt come in her lifetime, just like I know it wont come in mine. Its a matter of, either we stay like this or somebody sacrifice, somebody laying tracks, so we can stay in a 360 degree. Deadly circle, somebody used to break out and risk, you know losing everything and being poor and getting deep down. Cause someone has to do something, had I had a father, had I had some of these opportunities. I would be able to handle my mother more I was taught never trust a nigga, far as you can see him Teach a nigga how to fish, as apposed to tryna feed him Look a man in the eyes, thats the best way to read him Cause faces they change, but point of views remain I got a strange feeling, that Im a lil bit different Beyond the customs and tradition of a project living My Korean war vet, grandfathers affliction Was stress and I inherited his heart condition And Van Arthurs addiction, was heroin needles Petty hustling, devils, that street men lust So Im mixed with that lethal combination but trust Ive only scratched the surface, whats underneath this verse is The feeling of a young boy lost, without a purpose Still waters run deep in the street we were submerged in Police lurking, tryna catch a nigga serving He aint going back to jail, so he bust a verse This is for my everyday young nigga It dont really matter where you from niggas Before you leave the house, kiss your moms nigga Cause you dont know when that dayll come nigga Cause only Lord knows that I know how you feel What we gotta do just to live Is try not to get our cap peeled, try not to get your cap peeled Its hard to get to know me, unless you hear between bars Tortured soul self contained on my childhood scars I was involved from a far, affected by the street laws Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls Nickerson garden projects this is me yall Where Dope dealers have it all and then freefall Caine numbs the pain up and down the ghetto seesaw The voice of the youth, they hear me and they see yall They dont see a diamond in the rough, they see flaws They should see how we was raised and they would be in awe Against all it gets hard not to kill niggas Its like a full-time job not to grab the semi-auti And go kamikaze on somebody who plotting Probably on my body laying lifeless, ungodly sacrifices To the streets, this is the trinity Money malice and murder the hoods deity They say the average black man only lives to 25 Well I made it past that and a nigga still alive Which means Im in the red, Im indebted to death Thats the wages that sin pay, Im still tracing my steps Leaving my footprints in the sand, the concrete rose That grew on infertile land and blossomed to a grown man My only fear is pops holding moms hand Dripping tears on my casket, I refuse to let it happen By any means avoiding the city traffic Shooters got the green light, they blocking your right of passage A young kid turned savage, city madness A picture painted on the streets canvas, excuse my brashness Im trying to live to see past this Staring at the world and my rear view past tense In no particular fashion, Im on borrowed time Imma grind with a passion Generation to generation to come They wont come in mind Sacrifices, sacrifices, sacrifices Deadly circle, deadly circle

Uh, oh, yall know what it is Uh, its that Compton—ish Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice Im back at it again My city back at it with em Back against the wall, K Dot, they tryna pin But they can fuck with that pen The shit I write is brighter than blue gems, uh You better stay in that gym Exercise your mind till its strong enough to fuck with mine Stick to my roots like Black Thought and em Im black with thoughts of Einstein One word describing him: genius What you know about the city I live in? With the souls of the dead is livin? You dont know about our living conditions We live righteously, we can give a fuck about your opinion But its more than just weed and women Gangsters, husslers, bullet collisions Players, pimps, who can envision? The place where I reside where Eazy was pitchin Dre was 64 lifting, NWA had mention Quik had the turn tables mixin The first ones to say fuck the system Im tryin to tell you about Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, yeah, homie, thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, homie thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life His own street like concrete Would best describe fit his gutter but see, Im whats underneath A young gun but not like your young Chris and Neef Im from the land of organized crime, disorderly peace ‘Cause nowadays niggas hustle when they order their piece And worship their gun the same as their religious beliefs The Compton shares cant forget the police Cause in the hood tellin pigs no more It be the mark of the beast And their main aim is just the talk of the streets But when you see em please be quick on your feet That they go, watch em! Had you for road, kill just like a possum You could contain em, but theres no way that you can stop em Niggas plant their seeds to be gangstas Hoping one day they blossom The same time, hope the system dont lock em Cause Compton raised niggas and bitches, we barely got em Unless you talk about the one with the attitude problem From Rosecrans to Central, Compton Centennial We back, thats for my people, its official Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, homie thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, homie thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life Lets bring it back Back to the streets, of course Yeah, uh, Compton, right, uh Homie, homie I dont know if he new around here But its good to know somebody if youre new around here Cause it aint too safe for you to cruise around here Niggas stick to your ass like glue around here Take New Jersey and fit it shit, whatever you dont care It aint no magic trick if they make your shit disappear The outcome is severe, and some of this casket will last a day But Im amazed cause the young boy been here for years Ive seen niggas shed blood blood tears Hope you not try to plan for the future niggas will mute you Had your door in the morning wake you up like roosters Introduce you to rugers Clock you in like Tap Judah A nightmare on my street, its Fred Krueger where I live Minus the actress and the producers Even adolenscence will shoot you over that paper We get +Vapors+ like Biz Markie but still Im used to From Rose crest to central, Comptons Anthemia We back, thats for my people, its official Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, homie thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin nights, homie thats Compton life Rollin dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie thats Compton life Uh, right, we back Uh, I see, I see I see its me , CID, what? why Comptons me, nigga Haha Its for my people loneliness

Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm Im new Ima walk, Ima march on the regular Painting white flags blue Lord forgive me, Ive been running Running blind in truth Ima rain, Ima rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet Im new Ooh, Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away, oh May the last one burn into flames Freedom, freedom, I cant move Freedom, cut me loose, yeah Freedom, freedom, where are you? Cause I need freedom too I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey, Ima keep on running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves, oh What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?

Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe Its a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess Pretty Chick let me see them breast E.T. OG from the weed clinic Solo but Im never alone I stay high and Im powerful Westside I got three eyes man I see yall All I do is kill shit ICU, party with a few girls at USC Its 82 degrees and my top off And they top off, Im getting topped off, Top Dawg Women, weed, and weather what more can I say To live and die in LA Spend a week on Venice beach - Im 2Pac and Biggie Smalls Every morning nigga I get blazed ; Women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored Come and join the wave ; Girl, what is your name Cause Im feeling your frame Can I see what you bout ; A little something in your rear Little something in your mouth Little something on your couch ; Know now what Im talkin about, bring the coffin out Cause I killed it, I done drilled it She said she like it from the back like a real bitch She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried Yo, I cant reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes But when you got the recipe its no surprise Bad hoes panties get left behind - I want your behind You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown Im forever living Women, weed and weather Women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather Women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather - Dont it sound clever, come and play Wh-What more can I say? Welcome to LA My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him, some Three Ws only for a three day, run Bitch, take them motherfuckin panties off, you aint no, nun I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living til I am old You want to be one To peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone And pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon Cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga Let em know the priority order me Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees Boy hes on his job Boy he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let em inhale them pipe exhausts Let em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice No way hell no, uh uh, if Im wrong I dont wanna be right We want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, its not my fault Then its 82 degrees and my top peeled, off Jay Rock got the recipe, fly hoes wanna roll I guess Everybody know I got that yola, ask shell confess I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she aint got on Medicated, please my nigga no telling Where the high gonna take us, uh Three ws, Im at the W, she got double Ds Bout to bring trouble through OG, Hennessy get their panties wet Im trying to dive in the Left stroke, right stroke Whats the best stroke That stroke can smoke all down her throat And we blows all kinds of dro Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga

Thuggin on other planets, pluckin my black antennas Listenin for freelancers that bitted my style in famish I dont allow the cameras, I dont allow the managers I just break down the answers and hope humanity handles it This is no radio fluke, this is me takin your food This is you bullied to school, give up your jacket and shoes This how I practice the rules, this is what happen when dudes Like Flying Lotus notice the genius they wrote it is rude You should promote it, I diagnosed it with viruses through Microphones hopin the plug is runnin inside of Pro Tools How can I dodge you buffoons? I could collide a kaleidoscope with the stars and the moon The moment I morph in my mood These are the gorgeousd of tunes Police reported then tried to sort it with criminal views This is intentional fuel For the fireball dragon, fire shots where you wrastlin AK over the dash and now vacate with the Jurassics The jungle, the wicked masses, the saber-tooth eighty proof On my breath, this the look of death, this an antique Mercedes Coupe, yes Buffalo soldiers at war, you shot fast, but that aint the final score Buffalo soldiers at war, you shot fast, but that aint the final score

Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started Ill be hard when I get through For example if I had to sample some funk like you Would I be funky too? And another thing It aint so hard, it aint so strange If I could be funky like you Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I say, I was hard when I started Going hard when I get through Wait a minute, stop, act up, give them the dumb face I dont think you heard me It aint too hard to get, it aint hard to get with If you got heart to do What it takes to make you funky too Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started Go hard when I get through I dont think you heard me Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started And Ill be hard when I get through Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? He was hard when he started Ill be hard when he get through Brothers be like Aint that funkin, aint that funkin, aint that funkin? (Yo, George! They say they want some more!) Two tears in a bucket Ill cry with ya, huh But I can never lie with ya I can never afford not to afford I can never put my plans to the side with ya I can never see a red light like a deer with a head light I freeze up when I re-up See I really have patience If you relatin, only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it The reason why I hate to wait for it? See a nine to five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth, I read the fifth amendment We both criminals with bad intention They say time heals all But if I could short cut my success motherfunk all yall Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Ill be hard when I get through Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started And Ill be hard when I get through Aint that funkin kinda hard on you? Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I say, I was hard when I started Going hard when I get through Wait a minute, stop act up, give them the dumb face I dont think you heard me It aint too hard to get, it aint hard to get with If you got the heart to do What it takes to make you funky too Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? I was hard when I started Going hard when I get through I dont think you heard me (Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you?) (He was hard when he started And hell be hard when get through Brothers be like George, aint that funkin kinda hard on you? He was hard when he started And hell be hard when get through Brothers be like Aint that funkin, aint that funkin, aint that funkin?

I welcome yall to boot camp Training Day Fasten your seatbelts Who shot ya, I dont know but youre best to call a doctor Make sure them rookie medical surgeons can oper-rate on you Pistol whip break the face on you, shit I does it my way like Sinatra Let them infrareds Dalmatian dot ya Scopell spot ya, move wrong and I got ya Through my vision like perennial Creepin to your house, you hear footsteps slowly as I tippy-toe The tip I owe is through your window pane, Im insane One shot could leave em senseless, Marlon Wayans Psychiatrist cant restrain the mind of a sick patient Spray everything, not a single bullet wasted Be patient, you gon be meeting mad links Put em in the basement BET, Im strapped with TNT Follow rules every morning, this bitch coming with me, ooh Thats what they say when they see me in your coupe Sunroof, rims spinning like a fucking hoola-hoop You tried to play big and say gimmie the loot Tables turned, now the people saying please dont shoot Get out the way, lady, and try to make it to safety Cause I doubt that my shit is on safety Spray niggas, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes Ride shotgun, 745 Maybe Thats Maybach for you dumb motherfuckers Im wise like my pops but Im young, motherfucker Im the one, motherfucker, bust around hustlers You want it? They could serve you, butler Excuse me Ma, I aint going for your lover So when I fuck you, the same time Im like fuck you Youre better off looking for your next sucker Money talks, I thought you heard Chris Tucker I ball as if I play for the Rucker Black Widow, keep something under my pillow to buck ya He talk about it and when the fifth touch ya, no confession, no Usher, for real Your whole spot is a movie like Blockbuster If I want you imma bring it to your block, busta And make it clap, no Im not spliff star and busta In fact, my niggas is linemen the way they rush ya I keep it street from Compton to Russia Rhyme technique is something like none other Its warfare, choke if you scared, go buy a flashlight and pray under your covers I slaughter niggas, one hand bang, Vince Carter niggas Young boy Im a father figure to kids whos minds is bigger And they pops still sprung off the hardest liquor, Im young Please move in orderly fashion For the love of money and crime I got a passion Blow your body and spine whenever Im blastin Makeover your whole face, you look like a Jackson Any one, pick one Aye I told you we gonna send you niggas to boot camp Training Day Fasten your seatbelts The ride is rough Lace your boots too This is practice right here, we do this shit in our sleep Yeah

Everybody get the fuck down now Soul in the building Yeah, we taking everything Everything you got Hit the deck I need everything you possess I suggest you cooperate for this tech Send you to the doctor to operate You complicate my scheme to get rich Ill put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit Look, when the chips get low, my fifth just blow Anything that I could pawn, come about that, dog Its money to be made and if you got it Im taking it Just run it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga And that might leave more than a rash Im coming for your ass Please hand me the cash Cause when Im down on my last I gotta re-up fast Point me to your stash Dont make me say it again Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them Frankly Im a menace In fact Im ready to blast So whatever you got, run it Like a 100 yard dash Coming for you Dont let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in You would get pulled out Like my dick in these women when Im finna bust, dont test my clout Your execution is a must, no doubt For the longest niggas been taking my kindness for weakness But this trigger is killing me and Im just dying to squeeze it Fire for hire, dont let your murder transpire Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire I arose from the dark to claim everything you own And theres nothing between us but opportunity and this chrome It dont take a genius to know I mean this, so ante up Before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada Nigga Im wild with it, pistol whip whoevers in the house with it Call the cops, tell em like a date, Im going out with it Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs Tell your wife to pull her panties down I need those too, what you gon do? Dont jeopardize your life, for the nigga hard body made of cement Plus Im loaded like this clip, off of the Seagrams Lay you on the floor like granite Granted your granny watching, Im grinning like I aint just hit em Better believe it, my heads sort of off, shit I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen The cars honk but times is hard hard and I gotta eat Give me the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts, your bongs Your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly You say Im wrong but Im deadly Thats dead wrong so Im heavy Like Chris Wallace, regardless Youre getting stuck up, pussy Like a tampon with a handgun, push me But I aint on the swings, I got this infrared beam and it wouldnt miss a thing Bow! Chyea! Rose I got you nigga I want everything I want the jewels, the watches, the bling bling, all that shit All yall little niggas getting your chains robbed Im on you Im just playing yall, I wouldnt hurt a fly Came out dope though Carson arsonist Yeah, its funny that you say Carson-Carson arsonist Thats where youre from right? Carson? Yes, yes sir Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map, where would I be lookin? Carson is right in between Compton and Long Beach Shout out to Carson, Del Amo, thats where Im from though, DA

You can own this city You have everything you need All it takes is all you got Life dont ask you if youre ready or not You can own this city Deep inside you hold the key While the world is fast asleep You can take it all if you just dare to dream Talk about goals Talk about a pen and a pad and the pad of your house With a permanent flow Hennessy on the floor looking at a video on the couch And the couch is cold And the pouch in your mama pocket got a permanent hole And your brother pout cause he want food on the stove And a pedestal with a silver spoon, and a big pool With a big room and a closet, cause it Hurt when you laughing at his clothes Looking at him like he aint shit Forever living in that commode Time flies and I watch it tick Look in the mirror and I gotta take risk Like blood on the sheet of a suicide note Tripod then I aim it at your soul For bright lights Bite like a alligator when I write Hungry, come see determination upon me Come see the visionary in my sight My life premeditated by ambition Pistons from my Nikes take off No assistance, Im persistent Adolf, more than I can chew with this thought You can own this city You have everything you need All it takes is all you got Life dont ask you if youre ready or not You can own this city Deep inside you hold the key While the world is fast asleep You can take it all if you just dare to dream Lets talk about pressure Lets talk about depression Lets talk about desperate Times Everyday Im guessin My mind, Itll never end up resting I climb a ladder every second I find another mountain top Another video I watch when that video go off I jot like Edgar Allen, matter fact a thousand Soldiers never could war off my talents I wanna reassure my talents I wipe my face but never throw my towel in Im often prowlin The edge of a quantum jump in my head Im a monster from anywhere but Earth And Im 1 of 1 ever since my birth, I came for some bright lights Bite like a bear trap when I write Hungry, gotta chip on my shoulder I took it off and ate it I made it a full meal And Im still craving, my front teeth I sink in the rap game My name will attract fame My veins got the blood of a king in it When it pours down, now Snoops on stage and he say Kendrick You can own this city You have everything you need All it takes is all you got Life dont ask you if youre ready or not You can own this city Deep inside you hold the key While the world is fast asleep You can take it all if you just dare to dream So what you gonna do? What you gonna do? You can run, you can hide But when you are chosen The walls they close in Your forefathers look you in your eyes So what you gonna do? What you gonna do? You can run, you can hide But when you are chosen The walls they close in Your forefathers look you in your eyes You can own this city You have everything you need All it takes is all you got Life dont ask you if youre ready or not You can own this city Deep inside you hold the key While the world is fast asleep You can take it all if you just dare to dream

Before I commit suicide, lives will be taken Mmm, real hip-hop, west coast Yo, yo Before I commit suicide I see to it that a million MCs die, lyrical homicide Walk up on em, circle the block Hit em again less than 5 minutes exact, then fleeing the spot This is Armageddon, two weapons, two palms Guns drawn, bang! Motherfucker, bang! One man Vietnam .45 popper, rhyme like the 9-5 big poppa On a seven deck yacht, eat lobster with my comrades Head doctor, knee pads Gave it to her out of courtesy Curtains close on that Maybach Lay back as I hop on my underground shit Like a subway, derail the track, the real is black True rhyme sayers, hitmen, crime payers, llama throwers Hustle in front of corner stores Street catered, for been living on minimum wages Its not a threat, Im doing myself a favor With suicide Before I commit suicide Before I commit suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide I got my mind on the murder and the murder on my mind You a liar, you and I are not alike I flow like water, purify mics Ask Sean Carter, Nasir Jones Or anyone sitting on the throne Dont get your career postponed Women, children, I rode past in traffic Cant steer, cars crash I got a death wish, you might be on my guest list I wrap rappers on stretchers Guns clap in the direction your sepsis No matter your gender, not sexist You MC? You better surrender I love breakfast, lunch and dinner Killing these rappers Sparring in the winter, training in the summer More practice, lets continue Doing numbers like an accountant You wonder like knife, how much money Im counting Youre damn right, I spit it pretty precise And whenever the verse is done, means I took me another life Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide I delete MCs under concrete Verbal mass destruction, you want it? Then call me A killer, I put these rappers on their death bed One shot to the heart, one more to the head My rhymes so clever I never fall off From an industry nigga, they all get hauled off But not from a sawed-off, but more like an uzi Spit rap, and these succulent MCs get chewed, B Money, power, respect, pussy and pistols Hoes pop pills like its a modern day ritual But I dont sweat em yall, I just behead em yall And leave the party jumping like players of B-ball The B-board, those will die who decoy Destroy any rapper thinking he make noise Its K-Dot, the terminator Fake rapper rhyme slayer Those who live now will die later The suicide

Yeah, hes got such a pretty face Hes been calling me for days Ill give him a try Student body, best in class, got me foolish for that ass Yeah, Hes one of a kind First date said I love you, second date met his mother Now his leaving all his shit in my place Hes been looking through my phone, breaking in when no ones home Zero to sixty this boys going crazy Now now youre out of control now baby I know youre not in love but I cant get enough Cause when you go down baby, yes I know now baby Gotta have a glass of hitch with this crazy ass bitch Hes a crazy ass bitch Hes picking fights outside the bar Slashing the tires in my car, what the hell is the deal But if we get into a fight, he just turns out all the lights Then hes got me for real Third date kept it cool, fourth date act a fool Hes a feisty motherfucker for sure God damn just relax, if you wanna make it last Zero to sixty this boys going crazy Fuck that, you fucked up, a fatal attraction, good luck The way that Im reacting to your love Cupid shot twice, you cant duck Stupid is what stupid does huh You probably thinkin Im tweaking off on a drug huh You probably thinkin Im creeping up on your work place Tweeterin when you in the club huh? Straight like that though Rain on your parade in Seattle And your mom complain that Im an asshole Im tryna put it in your unh My little tadpoles Swim, swim, good, left, stroke, right, stroke I wish we could elope and remote to Rio Rewrote my vows, I shall devote Everything I lose and then gain All I need is your attention All I need is your now I would go to war If them papers said to restrain Hold up Lookin in your window trying to see what I could find I dont really ask for much all I want is your time Everything I lose and then gain All I need is your attention All I need is your, now I would go to war If them paper said to restrain Strain Hold up

I defy odds even if I divide yall At least 10 percent of my rhythm is arithmetic Killer with the wit, drench em in the spit Infrared hot, chillin with your bitch, youre dead right Youre dead wrong without your dead presidents Im an old head but Ab stack bread present tense What part about making money represents you? Youre on the broke side, I rock your boat ride, dont cry Get your paper up like hands at my shows I send this verse through MoneyGram A hundred grand for my flow Aside from the fast cars and the chains that glow Theres gotta be a better way to go Like them backstreets, ducking them sobriety tests Blunt in the ashtray, Colt45 on your breath Fuck what Ab say, I told Carlito its that way Blow dinero, torpedo through your national bank and Pay attention, niggas Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my niggas Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my bitches Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny You probably thinking Im aggravated when I say I foresee the future Minus the white boy on Final Destination They say its one Nation under God But my reality, one person under a gun And the funny thing My paper chasing just begun Still premature and being the black entrepeneur In this world where we lust for more money, cash and whores Got me defining life without my high school thesaurus Blink twice when you see my Porsche headlights My car is better than yours I rub it in, like over-the-counter ointment Youre in desperation thinking that you can coexist With the immortal vocalist, Ford dealerships aint this focussed Even when barefooted, the funky rhythm I still kick Dead presidents is the medicine for my evil heart More Franks than a ballpark, porcupine sharp When I dress, when I talk, a dollar bill eject My conversations about money, what you expect? Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my niggas Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my bitches Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Finna diminish any nigga tryna get involved The fuck they be thinking? Nothing at all They go against, but still cant float against No options, flows like a cheese pizza, no topping Big rig through both lanes, you play possum You cant see me, flow cleaner than the water made by Fiji Money clip like feed me, flyer than an airman straight from Tuskegee Shoot you out the air man, bring your high down The next morning your hungover from the sober sound Or the four pound, Soviet Unions in your town What your homies doin? Theres some more bullets to go around, now We can all get paper like Xerox Or we can just reset Tetris and clear blocks Or better yet sum us out the money and buy stock Or call Will to the car dealer and buy the lots Getting paid period, every hour on the dot Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my niggas Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny Get, get money my bitches Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it aint funny

Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from another planet, holdin that cannon Best believe I will dump til all of you vanish BLAW one to the throat, you aint livin no mo Now you know I go harder than most Im on that pimpin shit, take your bitch, guard your ho And I dont give a shit, if I hit, long as she blow Just as much as a ref does a whistle I got dimes, just multiply two nickels From Lisas to Keishas down to Nicoles Got they mind fucked up, theyd sell me their soul Yall niggas should already know, I got hoes, boy But you already know that, pimpin A baller slash killer like O.J. Simpson Close to the mic like Scottie Pippen Superglue grip, I aint ever slippin Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my And I move with the coupe through traffic Real talk, homeboy, not just rappin With the tool, mami know that I practice Cause when I pull it out, I be shootin it backwards She like Damn, how you do that stuff? I said Dont worry, finish suckin me up, oh fo sho Aye desire, they better act like they know whats up Before I send em to the heaven, let em know whats up, damn Oh yeah, Im what people need And Im out of yalls speed cause the flow got gas Yeah, our shit be the bomb My suggest, you get your pom poms and cheer Im goin down as the minor of the year Seventeen, fresh to death, clean, diamonds in my ear Play with me, have them triple beams aimin at your rear Honestly, Im the mothafucka that niggas fear Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Dave, man, put them niggas in the grave, man Fuck a pistol, let them niggas feel the K, man Im still gettin that cake, man Cause my uncles still pitchin rocks like a caveman You snakes, stay far from my home Before I play Nelly and get my Desert Eagle on Aim at your belly til you throw up your own shit Thinkin you the shit, face in the toilet You wanna witness the livest nigga existin Then come and pay me a visit, you have to pay for admission Im on my mission to conquer my competition My ego bigger than Jay-Z, for sure, not a maybe I got the streets in a frenzy, dudes in the streets, they commend me Dont try to creep, I got semis and best believe they will empty Mix the juice with the Remy got me feelin so damn tipsy Just crashed in front of that Bentley, smokin blunts the bitch with me She takin shots in my gymmy, couple back shots I got plenty Tell her stop, she said gimme, yall can see that Im simply Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my DJ Dave Go DJ, cause thats my, cause thats my, cause thats my DJ

Yeah Mhm Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo When I get up all in ya Tell your girlfriend I beat it up So she can tell her friend I beat it up So I can get some fame, about my pipe game And slang my wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Like a pornstar Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Now they know who I are I was in high school Met this little bad bitch She had all the Jordan shoes Hair in a ponytail Earrings bamboo I said no disrespect Girl I want a sample She said, “You don’t know me yet” I said, “What that got to do with it” One week or nine months I’m still gon’ hit it Now admit it, you’re tempted, temptation is a motherfucker Now let your guard down I just wanna fuck you I’m hard right now I put that on me She giggled and said, “I’m full of curiosity Well you know curiosity killed the cat So as we walk home from school show me where you live at Walked in, put the rubber on, then I killed that Walked out, she hopped on the phone, girl he did that Hm hm Her friend on the other end thinking how she gonna get a piece of him Preach When I get up all in ya Tell your girlfriend I beat it up So she can tell her friend I beat it up So I can get some fame, about my pipe game And slang my wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Like a pornstar Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Now they know who I are Yeah, it’s Ab-Soul Used to fuck on my momma’s sofa Them were the good old days but now a nigga older I think back of when I chased that cat Like a horny dog, nigga wet dreams and all Waking up in cold sweat thinking bout them hoes, y’all No holds barred I would go so hard Sending bitches notes in class so much I hardly passed Hoping she give me the mule yeah throw me that ass I made her laugh Maybe walk her home Maybe get some dome Like Super Bowl Sunday And then I’m gone Off to the next Call her on the phone This was before text Carson High we was on them chicks” Let them play the good role then we make them cake mix That’s a flip if you didn’t know Let the homie hit though Then she tell her girlfriend, then we let her join in Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee wee

South Central, home of the warzone where the great thugs roam Where we aint promised nothing but shell-bullet wounds and tombstones Every man for himself in this concrete jungle, jungle Only the strong survive and the weak perish and crumble Yeah, niggas pockets hurting, work day and night in them drug spots In the kitchen with them razors where the water boiling hot Blood plus crip plus wrong sign equals a shoot-out Then the Glocks pop then the blocks smoking like a motherfucking Luau In the projects, watched a lot of niggas, seen a lot of niggas moved out Then mom said back dreaming of big ass, new house Then its back to reality, smokers out back getting so high Watching niggas kill for a salary, watched a lot of great niggas die Code of the streets, never ever talk to the motherfucking police If you do better have a bullet-proof vest, better guard your mouth piece Yeah, I dont really care about what a nigga may say about me Imma let you speak dollars into my pockets, watch them increase Look at you - came from ground zero to the top Made something from nothing on that project block Switch your hustle, no more working that dope spot Middle finger to cops, tell em that were legal now Yes, we legal now, do it for our people now Finally we eating now, make sure our bellys stay full We made nothing out of something, man You know, all the way to the top Make sure our bellys stay full Make sure our bellys stay full Yeah, I got some, but Im still on the block like a nigga never left Still on the grind all the time, gotta get mine doing whats best Yeah, I came up, but I never changed up on my niggas, no sir Let bygones be bygones, let it burn like Usher No chauffeur, Im wheeling myself in a big 64 Rims poking, three wheel motion, my lungs full of that herb My niggas still on the curb posted up like junkies at a liquor store For all my niggas that died in the war, yeah dawg, let the liquor pour Just Cirocs, baby, hood shit is all I know Live life to the fullest, never know when a nigga gotta go Thats how it is out here, dawg, really cant show no feel Ive never seen a man cry til a man dies, then you see them tears Rest in peace, Nini, your grandson still looking handsome Still gotta keep canons cause them haters out there still cant stand us You said I got power, all I gotta do is grab hold to my pen Yeah, I love you to my last breath, grandma, til we meet again Were like a train with no breaks Who gon stop us? Make sure our bellys stay full Make sure our bellys stay full Yo, Rock - let me get it, let me breathe on it for a minute Speak for a minute, put my 2 cent in it for a second Let them get a view of my mind, backpack tucked with a nine Went to school with it, didnt play with it Didnt tell nobody it was mine It was my weapon, had it for protection I didnt blink, not for a second Didnt pour my heart and soul to a reverend Theyre hypocrite anyway, rather put my full faith in God Had to stay on my grind something like when I was sumping Had to maintain my function back against the wall, they fronting Played the background like a movie extra Extra activities, no remedy for the crime going on, same old song Bet ya couldnt make it out here if you wasnt wasnt that strong Not mentally, but physically, had to get my psychology on Mama said I gotta come home, but I didnt, stayed out real late My excuse was how we gon eat if its no food on the plate? Now wait - think back, yeah yeah nigga, far far back Came from the bottom to the tip top, now tell me how you love that?

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, I need my- We gotta fade Give me my fade We gotta fade Give me my fade, I want the fade I, I need the fade, fade Run me my fade, fade I cant please everybody, not even me I wanna please God, but my issues too deep Bless up, gotta change my number every week Enemigo, I got em hot, I got em greased Shut the fuck up, cant you see my daughter sleep? Shut the fuck up Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house, ventin in the safe house Can I vent all of my truth? I got nothin to lose I got problems in pools, I can swim in my faith Cameras movin, whenever Im movin The family suin whatever I make Murder his stackin, the president actin The government taxin my funds in the bank Homies attracting the feds when Im brackin Look at my reaction, my pupils on skates Everything jaded Team on Go, lets get it Green gon grow like veggie Casino on my debit Fuck your rhetoric, fuck your leverage Chain no evidence, pass go, motherfuck Confederate Flags on the back of the medicine Distributed and peddled in ghettos and Fuck your heritage, fuck your brainwash Detergent, internet urgent Time travel in purges, every man and virgin Fuck chatterin sermons Fuck your church propaganda, only God know the answer We oblige in the cope of state of manic camouflage Like a sheep so we slide through the cancer, lies and deceit Vibe like a Phantom, dodgin police and paramedic retreats Wanna fuck yall up for tellin me Your life was the one I want Been sellin me concepts ever since I swung From out of the pro tongue, dedicated myself for recreation I rest my case, won Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house, ventin in the safe house Servin up a look, dancin in the drought Hello to the rain man, never losin count Ventin in the safe house, ventin in the safe house

Uh, yeah Ha-ha-ha, ha, uh I said chilling in my tipi, no Indian but he be The realest shit, I must admit, Im basking in my feces My style is harder, yours is watered down, Fiji The bible or my CD? Both of them are said to be the Formula to live your life, or coping with the ills No time to play kid, I think you needs to chill Houseparty with killers, pray for it to defill us Where exes think its buffy, and chandeliers hang from ceilings Im dreaming, Im scheming to be major Composer like Im Mozart, the sequel to Amadeus Today is, the day I see the sun, ignoring all the rain The fat lady has sung, octaves as high as planes Paper by the forest tree, acres of the THC I dont smoke but homies do, find a cloud then have a seat Wonder how Meyer Lansky live to see 80 I just wanna see Mercedes give me head in Mercedes Knahmean? And guess what? I need all of mines—mo paper, mo dough I need all of mines—more pussy, more hoes I-I need all of mines—and yeah, publishing, cant forget publishing Nigga Just ride, dont ask where we going Journey through the sky, cloud nine, no Boeing Baby take your time, Ima keep it in control and Give you what you need and give you what you want in life I need all of mines I need all of mines I-I need all of mines Just ride, dont ask where we going Journey through the sky, cloud nine, no bowing Baby take your time, Ima keep it in control Give you what you need and give you what you want in life

From California Born in Seminole Hospital nigga November 29, 1979 On some G shit My moms aint scream or nothing And I aint never cried nigga Motherfucker Im from Compton, the hub city I brought some thugs with me Thatll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly Drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold Ds, puff sticky Love 2Pac to death and still bump Biggie Welcome to the west side Where them Tecs fly Dope boys drive them S5s Come smoke and get the best high Who the fuck said the west died You dead, this the left side I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my Leave them with poker faces Red rag, pull it down so they know its Jayceon Riding down Wilshire 07 Charger, K&M Filter High speed burning it up for my My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling The more gang banging, the more killing The more drug dealing The more cap peeling We all Ay, From Frisco Never rode a 6-4 They might ghost ride, ghost ride But Ya Boy is low pro Stay on the low though Black Tims, Lacross polo Black peekhole Long nose 4-4 Ya never got your hands dirty Im outside with the grams early Puffing life by the gram heard me High as a bird Grinding the curb And if I get caught put me in a cell with my On the block, busting shots with my Cali Niggas Fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally niggas Trouble makers Call them big guns, rumble makers Let the thunderquake em introduce them to the undertaker Palm trees Big sun with the calm breeze You can call me one of the re, realest Yes, Southern Cali Home of the Chuck Taylors, not Ballys Far from Vegas, but Sin City Ab-Soul, put me on it, chronic in the air Catch the vapors House parties, hungover through morning, see thats a You see Im from the murderous blocks Compton, California where youd rather get caught with your gun on you See its as hot as a sauna And in the winter time, niggas dont walk out without kissing they momma Life of a Hip-hop trying to take the life of us Dont call them rappers, address them as Bill OReilly niggas But we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas Never the more they say they aint feeling these When yall was ditching class over these hoes man I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games Thats one years ago, 350 days 350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot I am a good dude to work with Destroy your life or destroy these rap verses Lifes a bitch So I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimbursement Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface At first I was parched, but now Im the thirstiest Dehydrated Hungry, frustrated One of the greatest Hey, Hey Hey, Hey Im on the Wall Street like a stock broker Then Im back to the hood where they pop toasters Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers Selling crack in the hood with my Look, Im shitting on everything moving This on my chain aint a label its a movement Fuck with caps, its a nail in the coffin Look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts Look, a hater shit get drastic You my son, they kill me, you end up a bastard. ha I got the internet going nuts Bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up You want beef? What the fuck is up? If so when we meet, I got heat for these When I spit, the realest will feel something Thats why I stay on the block, Im still hustling When you shit on the drop my shit pumping A spot like a mailbox, its where the bills come in Me and Hurricane riding in an S5 Snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive Tie the nigga up, show him how the west ride South Central LA, Im a Where the best was born Make sure your vest is worn Cause niggas will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn Niggas will split ya deck, then pull your card Just try to act hard on the boulevard You know its me in the coupe when Im speeding through The fiends say I whip colt like a vehicle Its three birds, a bitch, brick, and four fifth With them three, I take over the whole strip No shit The skinny nigga is no bitch Know this, Im so loyal to my Crusing through my hood to see whats good My block considered Death Row but we aint never signed to Suge California, I got my heart in it Disrespect, get ya shot, like Im bartending Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops He the seed of Compton, Im from Harlem, Watts Hubbing a dub Slugging a snub Busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A., Gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape Riding through the city streets Cannon right under my seat Chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef? Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate Keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate South Central LA Nigga its the place to be In my house, counting big money is the place for me Blow good dro, and ride G rides Gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool Fuck the talk, bring your gat, were blasting twos From the block to the booth Im the realest Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my Who the fuck want to snatch you from me? And I dont chase bitches nigga I chase after money Cannibal hungry Trying to eat till my belly bust Im Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us? Its boss life nigga I put it down like Im dropping the habit Smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit Got to have it like a crack fiend Counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green Interested in major money and power moves Interfere and get em wet up like a shower do Thats how we do Street sweep you when we ride up on ya I represent that West Covina, California Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll Give me a mic, a bad bitch, and Im good to go Slow flow Game cold like a eskimo T.K.O. dawg I think they better let it go Lyrical arsenal I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up} I cant Game, my game to tight Im out of sight like Haleys Comet Throw up my set, boss life, like Im sick and vomit Bow down to the realest, nigga pay your homage In the city of 600s and mostly Chronic, haha, West And Ima stay clutching, busting the trigger Talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us Ay, whose back in the Lac on white walls Big body, the same color as Lysol Hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off And pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off Block out!, Block out! Busting, watch the bike fall I told em about them self-self made niggas, we aint like yall We on some other ish My goons will smother shit From my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips I thug like everydays my last, ask Jesus He never missed the beat of my heart, and wont neither A true leader In the Ferrari two-seater Slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up Im knocking doors down When I come around Better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down I represent the city, the home of the Lakers Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga

Here comes a change and another change And another change and another wave of change Like a heartbeat coming from another world I burn, bush on Sinai None higher than I Roll up, like that good kush that theyve been smokin since 5 Pull out like 2 9’s and I aim it dead at they eyes And tell them lyrically motherfucker you have met your demise Jedi, the black chapter Like the bone in they thigh been hip to the game niggas lame I am July working my fire Know to fucking light up the sky UFO with the flow, I’m like that alien guy ET, high power, I three, I see With it, lyrically niggas never touching us sick A cell, hard to pass me, I’m too cold they ain’t well I gel, with black hippie Monáe Janelle A droid, roid, hemmed in they pit, niggas smell The shit coming through, silver-back monkey at zoo Bananas, Ive been really forreally like a milli leroux East side, now show respect cause the west coming through It’s like lyrically Big and Pac, man if they friendship was cool Motherfucking jams we making until the skies turn blue My view is by Badu sitting at window seats Lookin down, word to Nate Dogg, and all dog pounds they he peep We high, touching the sky now and the rest of em sheep I’m that ba-ba black one now standing out in the heap Buh-baa, but brag, I part rappers, fingers on Chad From the rad and so-sos I top, most niggas that lag Behind, never they catch up like the britches they sag Close to fallin off, Im in front Im the jag on the jag Catch up, catch us, good luck like clover niggas now gag Throw up your 3 for K-dot, now wave em repping the flag Jamla, camera, I snap like ginger cookies, a monster with stanzas Stand us, they cant Walker Texas, I’m rangers at ranches Out of their ranges Kickin shit up now these niggas can’t stand up Sit down Im too fuckin profound, Im rap Diddy to strangers, I’m gone Look into the new vision in mind Kendrick divine intervention, I drop a jewel and the diamonds glisten Don’t chime in my business you’ll run into atomic collision You knew my colonic was different I’m shitting on shit that was shifting your image I rhyme like a chemist I rhyme like the Guinness book of records was records I written I rhyme and you mimic the rhyme that I didnt like when I did it You bit it Your bite is so big you need bridges at night, and 9th can admit it The pint that Hennessy spiked this minute a mic and a menace And time is dependent on what you pretending to be Your grind is diminished by me and mine is the menace the preach Im findin my soul on this beat definin my flow And you know I fold any foe at defeat its 4 in the morning Formin a George Foreman thats a grill when I speak and Im on it Till the mill in the jeep then living orders I feel like feets of the fortune of gorgeous of bitches I see when recordin sheesh

01. DNA 02. ELEMENT 03. King Kunta 04. untitled 07 | 2014 - 2016 05. untitled 02 | 06.23.2014 06. Mask Off 07. Collard Greens 08. Swimming Pools 09. Backseat Freestyle 10. LOYALTY 11. LUST 12. Money Trees 13. M.A.A.D City 14. XXX 15. PRIDE 16. LOVE 17. Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe 18. Alright 19. HUMBLE Encore 20. FEEL 21. GOD

Baby, nobody knows a word that you saying Your breath is reeking like whiskey, what hair you got left is graying You’re out on my porch yelling, waking the neighbors Wanting me to come and save you with your aggressive behavior You’re stumbling all over town, you drink till you drown You keep on threatening to bring me down You don’t make the rules, you drunk old fool See, you don’t scare me, you’re just crying wolf Whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy, whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy Whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy, whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy Breaking my door down when I left the lock open There ain’t much left to be broken If lies are wet, then you’re soaking It’s like the Devil just jumped up in your clothes He put on your shoes and rolled And still youre scared to be alone You’re stumbling all over town, you drink till you drown You keep on threatening to bring me down You don’t make the rules, you drunk old fool See, you don’t scare me, you’re just crying wolf Whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy, whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy Whoa, whoa, go on and cry boy, whoa, whoa, go on and cry, cry boy Cry, cry boy, cry boy Nobody knows what you’re saying I know the game that you’re playing Don’t forget about us, don’t forget about trust Don’t forget about the kinkiness of playin with the cuffs on a bedspring Penetrate the loud screams, echo in the hallway is a must I could never let go if I wanna whore, duck, away from your anatomy The agony is such a pain I could never endure even if I had the cure With the pure, sweet morphine touch, I mean, I cannot deny my demise to lies That interrupted our future, I mean, if I compromise, will you improvise? Please don’t pin no lies, I’m used to you forgivin and then you forget the truth I promise that I’ll commit, vamoose to all my old ways I’m done howlin today, a full moon will never exist, I swear

From the south to the west to the east to the north It go off, it go off Blowin Cubanas in Honda Sonatas with Madonnas As she do the honors to shine and polish my anaconda Im at the Ramada like Tony Montana with my llama Countin Angelatas, sippin pina colada cavadas These giuliani illuminati, my super shotty These dudesll try me with Deuteronomy, my Ruger body And my True Armanis, Im prolly with a new crew of mamis Bout to make a punani tsunami in a blue Bugatti Flows phenomenal, money on amadu Diablo chronicles, rap from Elvis Presleys abdominal Niggas is comical, tryna pair up with the shit Ima do Gravity rappin fall on deaf ears, Im astronomical Like a jungle, sometimes that makes me wonder How I keep from goin under, survivin all of these summers And runnin from gunners, hoppin out Hummers with Stevie Wonders That dont even look at who they be shootin when they be dumpin From the south to the west to the east to the north It go off, it go off I slay a nigga with no conscience, Im so Compton I know your confidence, youre incompetent, thats a compliment Any continent, I can construct atomic condiments Im not a Communist, rather govern my own accomplishments Livin in turmoil boils my temper Tempurpedicll burn if you sleep on me, nigga Jimmy crack corn and Kendrick can crack the horns Of a dragon and toss em inside of a bush full of thorns Taggin along, get you thrown on side of your lawn Throw a molotov, I toss, catch it like a baton, boss Acquire many choirs for your funeral Be quiet before I stand over you like a urinal Mark a bullet wherever your latest rapper tattooll go Your crewll know I split you til you was two adults Siamese, I sneeze and bless tracks You a bitch on menopause, I aint gotta pause that Bitch From the south to the west to the east to the north It go off, it go off Okay now boom shakalaka, Mr. Know-I-Got-A-Lotta Talkin dollars, Gucci, Louis, Prada, hundred round the collar Hop up out of that new foreign auto, with the latest model Tell the waiter bring the bottles, I be stuntin so they follow This a treat, and Im finna feast, why they send the beat? Come and see, Hannibal the beast, murder, third degree I assassinated, flow abominated, know they highly hated Look how its orchestrated, hottest nigga underrated They stealin flows, got these rappers so intimidated New flow, new dough, boy you outdated Im just gettin started, they aint seen nothin yet Wait til my new drops at the projects See my sneaks, they aint comin into stock yet Got the whole hood hooked, no Pyrex Stay tuned, rose gold on the Rolex Im the best, nigga, period - Kotex From the south to the west to the east to the north It go off, it go off Midwest, where you at? Dirty South, where you at? And anywhere you from Its where you at, right now Its that time again Its that time again

Ayy this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption like 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 ain’t 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 ain’t 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 A nigga been winning for a long time With a strong mind and I own mine You can check my motherfuckin pedigree On my chest is the letter C, poetically So inclined, genuine, suspicious lies Your bitch is mine and in due time Youll see that I am certified and intertwined Cover two like a cornerback Yeah, loc I need the corner back Im on it, I want it, I get it LeBron with the Late Show, we get it Imperialistic, magic mystic Aaron Donald with the helmet lipstick I dont lose, in case you missed it Facts on facts, check my statistics Don Dada, Doggfather Drip on a bitch like cold water Me and my niggas we known to cut up Slice the bread, cut the butter Pop the pain, roll the bud up All of my niggas and bitches, what up? All of my cousins crippin, throw it up Wuh-wuh-win, nigga I aint stutter Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah 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 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 against me, ho You either with me or You either with me or Win, win, win, win, win 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

Uh...... Yeah..... Sippin on that Rossi Wine Puffin turtle feelin fine Its just me, myself and I All I need to free my mind Nigga, nigga nigga, nigga, nigga Puffin turtle feelin fine Sippin Carlo Rossi Wine Its just me, myself and I All I need to free my mind Nigga, nigga nigga, nigga, nigga Yeah, Uh, dont worry bout whats in my cup Sippin on that purple stuff and I aint talkin syrup bruh Carlo Rossi wine, Burgundy, ask about Droop-E I guarantee your bitches heard about me with the urgency She just wanna suck success, smoke turtle We call it turtle cause its green and it makes you move slow Donatello, green or purple aint no suckas in my circle Money on my mental, heavy on my grizzle This aint a movie, theyll rob you for your Dinero In the middle of the Warzone I be on Sippin on a big bottle of that burgundy Muthafuck yo styrofoam Big barrel, baritone And It sound like Barry White And it boom like an eight-o-eight Turn yo ass to a parasite On the freeway I rock to the snare Dont get me out my loop my nigga A bad bitch I ride with a pair Like the fruit my nigga The paparazzi gone shoot my nigga But I dont pay em no attention, Im a put em in detention Head of the class, head in the e-class with the tint missin You said, I know that you said More company? I probably dont need it Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi Cause Im on some of that Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi

Down... When You Could Be.. taking me... down! Hell nah, hell nah You got me fucked up like Jim Bean And your second toe is bigger than your big toe Chillin in the studio high, puma clydes resting on knees She keep bbming me get home but Imma fucking G Girl please You aint even my girlfriend quit That type of shit gets you kicked out the in crowd quick Two fingers together just like yo legs I make em split She said Im broke. And Hopeless Yo best friend lemme hit DEST Last laugh, watch me stack cash Since you wont let me work file transfer some pictures of that ass More Kush and wine Waking up next to two dimes I smoke one and poke one They both hell as fine Well I scooped her up like a spoon Told her Im June Good if ya nasty But I be on my grind so ya cant see me all the time, but when I come baby, I come DEEP,like the trail of tears baby You understand me? They told me you stingy if you smoking on anything thats less than a dime And you miccy if you pokin anything thats less than 9 You live in LA!! and I know In you I found something special We connect so many levels But endeavors for the cheddar got me bed-less and you the wettest I really wish I could be there I wouldnt be jus trynna pull yo leggings Cause you know my every fetish And what I love to eat for breakfast And it damn well eggs it aint Even on the nobodys checklist BUT MINE Ill be there in the blink of an eye girl quite whining Lemme get these dollars Everyday we back and fourth with the same discussion Say I act like you aint nothin Girl you buggin thought we had it clear I aint tryna be yo husband Them feelings got you wishin it was Somethin that it wasnt Why you spazz when you here Im in the club from yo cousin? But she aint tell you she was on me too she be frontin Man I really shoulda done it, let her blow me like a trumpet But you be bitchin cuz these bitches in yo ear bumpin gums like why he always in the studio?! Got me feeling guilty I aint even in the mood to flow Damn you so predictable sending text wit ya flesh exposed now Im ret to go When I see that ass girl bets believe its goin down My woman be trippin sometimes I remember her strippin off martin and sipping on some of the cheapest of wine Which way we gone climb? Im tryna get higher but you desire land mines, Blow Up Every time Im, In Clubs tryna network my social Life like Im supposed to but Im wrong To you Im very wrong, but you dont get it, and you wont admit it you say Im like your ex but I think were nothing different She gave me them digits But I didnt call, I put that on me And yo girlfriends, I know they throw salt like Angelina Jolie, now lets see Ill be gone til Wednesday, gotta show in Portland Now my baby, say I aint her baby But more of an abortion Im like thats crazy I bought that Lexo, and sat it on Jordans Now miss lady, if promoters dont pay me Then we cant afford it Forging signatures on fake check It aint life if I dont break sweat To break these mics on every set Its ironic Im Tryna stay grounded at the same time still fly these jets Hello, goodbye marro rodeo Its funny you had a great, but still you took ungrateful Chorus

Mama said, mama said, mama said Boy you a star Livin in a place with a bad mind state Where a lot of good niggas don’t make it that far Lot of good niggas didn’t lost they lives These niggas didn’t lost they minds For a piece of the pie Everybody try to get rich fore they die Uh, fuck any nigga tryna stop mines Eject any nigga tryna waste time Bitch you fuckin with a gifted mind Eat these niggas like pork rinds Fuck these hoes like one time But bitch niggas ain’t one time Seen this shit too many times So I grab my balls, got on the grind No I’m getting paid and livin life Livin life in the winner circle Cus I suffered much, suffered much Cold world on color purple Puffin on that color purple Pockets green like Ninja Turtle Turnt up when I’m off the herb But jump through the hurdles when I use my verbals Fuck you fake niggas talkin bout Fuck these lame niggas lookin at? I’m in a circle full of real niggas And when I take this bitch you can’t have it back It’s called hijack, hijack TDE where the riders at THC, we got pounds of that Fuckin around in our circle, riders We livin life in the winner circle Ain’t no fake niggas allowed We livin life in the winner circle I’m gon make my mama proud We livin life in the winner circle Ain’t no fake niggas allowed We livin life in the winner circle I’m gon make my mama proud Life never did seem like it seen some life in me Lights in the cloud that read, Little nigga just use yo head you might can be Just like Mike on the mic, Jordan You’re recording more than twice a week That’s not enough if you’re nice as thee Eminems You mimic them legends but your work ethic is quite petite Everything you like somehow retreat From the page I’m so impatient Pacin back and forth my sleeping pattern is getting badder than insomniacs I’m a zombie at the studio, Can you ponder that? I soon will blow like an arsonist All I wanna do is be heard uh All I ever do is strike nerves A lot of fuck niggas and a lot of fuck bitches That’s one thing that I observe Cus when you doin you, everybody seem cool Til you fuck around, get a blessing And you look in the mirror, see the same old nigga But everybody around you stressin I ain’t ask nobody for nothing I went and got it my own nigga it’s nothin And if you don’t condone or respect that Then step back off my nuts nigga it’s fuck ya I got a an appetite for more supper And I lack advice for these suckers And I sacrifice what I made, God bless my days while I’m in this circle Ridin We livin life in the winner circle Ain’t no fake niggas allowed We livin life in the winner circle I’m gon make my mama proud We livin life in the winner circle Ain’t no fake niggas allowed We livin life in the winner circle I’m gon make my mama proud

41 shots And well take that ride Across the bloody river To the other side 41 shots Cut through the night Youre kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It aint no secret It aint no secret No secret, my friend, you can get killed just for living in Your American skin Yeah Oh yeah Yeah Oh-oh If I die right before I wake Cross my heart, then I seal my fate Life in the dark of the heartless Looking at the remedy for all this Everyday they look at you a target Falling victim, them and Him and her then this one, insensitivity Talk bad religion, skin identity Lack rash decision made by yours Pack facility with the urban boy Gun admitted he bear arm The entity, arm and leg and head made to destroy 80% of the victim was yours Maybe I get to relive years of war Look on the corner, we been here before Look at the momma, you seen tears before? Pain bright and early Rain, sleet, hail, snow, worry More storm barricade the city Prosecution, unhung jury These days murder keep em busy Sweet blood flowed on the gurney Yellow tape tied around the street Colin Kaepernick was more than worthy I could reverse the day, reverse the time Reverse the block, reverse the gun, reverse the shot Reverse the law, reverse the flaw That made us all the versions of a danger flock Reverse the love, reverse the hate Reverse the hope, reverse the way we playing sin Reverse the moment, so we can live again Life and times of the American skin 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots American skin 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says, Now, on these streets, Charles You got to understand the rules If an officer stops you Always be polite And never ever run away Promise momma youll keep your hands in sight Is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It aint no secret Sure aint no secret No secret, my friend, you can get killed just for living in You can get killed just for living in You can get killed just for living in Your American skin 41 shots You can get killed just for living in 41 shots Your American skin 41 shots Be careful out there, oh baby 41 shots Listen to momma 41 shots Dont wanna take the ride 41 shots Dont wanna, dont wanna, dont wanna, dont wanna take the ride 41 shots Dont wanna take the ride 41 shots shots

For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You dont have to tell me, I know Im the shit Im a nice dude , livin my life dude Trick on a dumb bitch is nothin I might do Some try to play fools, the shots that they fake shoot Im mean like a Red Bull is mean when the eighth pull Im faithful to whatever I stand for It means dough, gettin my pesos Gecko or Geico, whatever it stand for Red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow, ha Pants hang low Born with the best flow since LL was rockin a Kangol 87, one man, eighty weapons I go hard without usin protection Hard out, learn your lesson When I pull out, make like R. Kelly, get to steppin, haha Im the best at this profession I cant help but bring it back to the essence mothafuckas For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You dont have to tell me, I know Im the shit Im a young dude, smoke the best weed See the act right, see them dubs clean A sexy bachelor, hit em in your strokes Never bust a nigga, goin down your throat The Phantom, not rich enough to cop yet But picture for the niggas outta pocket I can exercise you, you can get a When I lean back, dont dance, give me Killa got that heat, we know killas in the street With the heat that make you feel like a fat boy at the beach So dont try to run up on talkin all that and shit I can rhyme and shit If you niggas pay attention, you wont ask me shit You should think about it, take a second, one Matter of fact, you should take four b Think before you fuck with real killas in the street For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You dont have to tell me, I know Im the shit Im from a small city, no pity shown cept hammers thrown Quickly push back your dome like a hot comb So swiftly, come get me If I had every bitch in the world, boy, you still aint fuckin with me Im bout my money strictly, as long as I stack my banks up Ill have enough Young Bucks to fuck with 50 Now who fuckin with me? Me and that gun was born siamese twins So where I move, its comin with me You down right, play with me, think I wont take your life The scopell have more dots on you than a website Im bout my head right and yours left I swear in the vocal booth is where Ill take my last breath Thats K-Dot, oh you aint heard? Shit, that boy hot With dime bitches runnin on beaches like baywatch You sit and watch the young child with my money stacks Add up faster than cell phones on speed dial For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots Bakin with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You dont have to tell me, I know Im the shit

God feel me God feel me Ride low Feel me Feel me Weezy-F where you at? Look, A straight up Compton nigga til Im 6 feet Like Iverson be Ride and die for mines Its just me No side on mines Because I don’t need niggas switching sides on mines Childhood friends become enemies Don’t pay’em no mind Do your mind like they did Kennedys Closed casket Ghetto boys world where we make the murder bracket High shore taxes High by the dead beat daddy’s and the mama’s who can smoke the rock the fastest So he tote llamas middle finger to ya I never fuck hoes with no condom Not a high school graduate Hustlin is where his passion is Hit the blunt then passin it, hit the bottle then passin it Hit the gas, hit the brake, hoppin out, blastin it Where da cash, where da safe? A robbery’s taking place Give it to him willingly; he’s killing you anyway because it thrills him You can almost see his adrenaline pumping Hey young world we are the children It’s a young boys world out here We gotta dredge-it up and down these blocks you got to know It’s a young boys world out here I swear to god you gotta feel me Look..standin on the corner with crack rocks and marijuana Burner glue, dough and I’m duckin police In California state penitentiary livin Feelin like the whole fuckin world don’t love him So fuck yall Keep thuggin til the casket drops Gangsta down to the socks Wankstas betta beware tryin to be what you not Just look at his position and the city he live in Bang the hood like a head on car collision Bang his tool like a mechanic up under the engine Knocking on they doors telling neighbors mind they business Cause 9s can finish off any eyewitness Don’t call the lieutenant miss Parker he meant it I’m the author of these delinquents that got you timid See to you he’s a menace but to me these my niggas I do this shit for my niggas locked up in that system Jason head hold ya head Jewel keep written sentences Maybe these jail sentences nothing but a young boys demise And a reminder every time you walk outside Feel Me, feel Me Real Talk, whats up Look, my nigga just had a daughter Only way to feed his daughter Said he hustlin harder hope no charges get brought up Tryin to stay out of gunplay so he see her tomorrow Back inside the gunplay soon as his homies call him For that mission again on they mission again Pop another blue pill then feel relentless again Waking up in cold sweats see the image again Nightmares of his victims keep on visiting him Plus his people keep telling him use your common sense So he tell’em retaliation is commencing That’s all they know as a Compton kid Living only for the moment fuck a consequence His accomplishments lies deep within The black heart that hoes be hatin violence Use violence as his defense so in his defense remain militant I’m the voice of hell that we livin in So when the devil got they tongue, I be speakin for them Talk to me, talk to me I’m the voice of hell that we be livin So when the devil got they tongue I be speakin for them Yung boys It’s a young boys world out here I said Im out here baby I said I’m out here baby If you livin in this life blessed one day at a time Its your world young boy you can heal or destroy Make it wrong or make it right Its your world you decide Said its yours young boy Said its yours young boy Oh oh oh hey hey yaya baby yaya baby

Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy Its a test of your stamina, do your best Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy Roll it up, baby, smoke it up til were high Tell my mama its bad karma, I just killed a man Tell your honor he got to pardon me if I hide my hand Fuck what you heard, this shit is revolutionary Fuck what you heard, this is the last illusion, bury Me with the nerve and ninety-five marksmen So I can shoot this game until my trigger finger jam I see red flag, I see blue flag I pick a color, then make sure I dont give you a pass You call it gang violence, you call it livin mad I called it life, but now Im like, I fuckin hate it bad And so we holler, Fuck what you heard See, we been down for too long Fuck what you heard, we been tired of doin wrong If you got the nerve to man up and kill a man Then man up double time and shake that adversarys hand, bang Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy Its a test of your stamina, do your best Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy Roll it up, baby, smoke it up til were high Ah, this for the hatred in you This is for that place of darkness they have placed into you This is for the early coffins of those discriminated Or racially profiled, I can look you in the eye And make a vow that Ill never make another assumption That youll never be nothin to me, he fin if you did the opposite Ill still run with pleasure Doin you the favour of cuttin through the evil Kendrick Lamar like God-lover of all people, bang Prepare, I descend from the East, my name is Lady Gaga We partynauseous cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Prepare, I descend from the West, my name is Kendrick Lamar We party nauseous cause moi seem to have some problem with ya Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy Its a test of your stamina, do your best Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy Roll it up, baby, smoke it up til were high