Kendrick Lamar


Kendrick Lamar

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Them super powers gettin' neutralized
I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew
Is lookin' paranoid, and now spirallin'
You movin' just like a degenerate
Heavy antic, it's feelin' distasteful
Why calculate you, not as calculated
I can even predict your angles
Fabricate stories on the family front
'Cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator
I can smell the tales on you now
You not a rap artist
You a scam artist with the hopes of bеing accepted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out
But FUBU nеver had been your collection
How I make music that electrify 'em
You make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line
But spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator, and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie 'bout me
And I won't tell truths 'bout you

Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper
Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house
Like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type
Sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon
'Til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame
Would make you go away?
Have you ever played? Have you ever? Okay, nigga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, then hop online
Like "Pray for my city"
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior
They must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family,
But let it get shaky
I park your son
The very first time I shot me a drac'
The homie had told me that "Aim it this way"
I didn't point down enough, today
I show you I learn from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God
I'm ready to double the wage
I rather do that
Than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings?
You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
There's three GOATs left
And I see two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love him to death, and in eight bars
I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
There's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga
The crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends,
If not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell
For him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P,
Let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him
You think about pushin' me?
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford
Yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade
You should keep it that way
I know some shit about niggas
That make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been 'bout critics
Not about gimmicks
Not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate
Now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way you sneak diss
If I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck
'Cause they confuse themselves with real women
And notice, I said "We", it's not just me
I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life
'Til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel
That you Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies
I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff
Let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic
You don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that
Didn't tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, bow-bow-bow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
"Extortion" my middle name
Ss soon as you jump off of that plane bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither
I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request
You know that we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word "Nigga"
But that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy
It ain't even gotta be deep I guess
Still love when you see success
Everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand
And it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man?
'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter of fact, I ain't even bleed him yet
Can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red
I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women,
That's real competition
You might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits
I make sure I double back with you
You was signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga
That said he was signed to that nigga
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record
Hoe, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back, " I like that record
I'ma get back to that for the record
Why would I call around
Tryna get dirt on niggas?
Y'all think all of my life is rap?
That's ho shit, I got a son to raise
But I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' them up, know nothin' 'bout that
And tell 'em to pray, know nothin' 'bout that
And givin' 'em tools to walk through life like day by day
Know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' them morals, integrity, discipline, listen man
You don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin'
You don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty
If I gotta smack niggas that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I clean 'em out too
Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI?
Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called "AI"
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick niggas, all in they coffin
Yeah, OVO niggas is dick riders
Tell 'em run to America to imitate heritage
They can't imitate this violence
What I learn, these niggas don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it, I push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone go bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice
With a dip sauce and blamy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas
I wave one finger and dump y'all niggas, like "MM"
Field goal punt y'all niggas, stay punk y'all niggas
Nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas
And fuck the industry too
If you takin' it there, I'm takin' it further
Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

We don't wanna hear you say "Nigga" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "Nigga" no more

Compositores: Kendrick Lamar, Cardo & ​Kyuro

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