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GNX Teaser
[Verse] Reincarnated with love, my Gemini twin back, powerin' up No more handshakes and hugs, the energy only circulate through us Everybody must be judged But this time, God only favorin' us Twenty years in, still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth The etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue, the predicate this time is I'm carryin' heavier hearts right now, I can power lift with Olympians too I'm carryin' various darts right now, I dessert this funk like tiramisù See, we goin' body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse I really don't bother nobody but they run it by me if I got to clear out the room You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre You would not have a soul even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q Started with nothing but government cheese, but now I can seize the government too Remember the food stamp color was tan and brown, but now the hunnid in blue 'Member I said, "I'm the greatest," back when you debated the number one and number two? Topic was always hilarious to me, you carried 'em to me, I brung out the— Christ The Revolution about to be televised you picked the right time but the wrong guy. Someone better squabble up #2 Squabble Up reincarnated I was stargazin' Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah) Woke up lookin' for the broccoli High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet When I hear music, it makes me dance You got the music, now is your chance Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics huh? that's a what? aint a mess alotta what? Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off Blaps on blap blap blap brick of raw Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional? Tell me, why you boys banned if you criminal? "Hey Dot, can I get a drop?" Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah) Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm) what? Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up Humble Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way Yeah, yeah! Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy you the world with my pay stub I know that it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bluds? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up) Be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil') Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up) Be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) DNA I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Quarter piece, got war, and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA I was born like this perform like this Was Yeshua new weapon I don't contemplate, I meditate Eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE Euphoria Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection 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 about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you Shoo, shoo, shoo Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee 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'll park your son The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd 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 It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em 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 It'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 about 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 that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself 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're 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, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as 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 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, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You were 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 my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him 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 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale 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, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll 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 gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, 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 thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they 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 take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop Man at the Garden Twice emotional stability Of sound body and tranquility, I deserve it all Like minds and less enemies Stock investments, more entities, I deserve it all VVS', white diamonds, GNX with the seat back, reclinin' Bitch, I deserve it all Put my homes on the beachfront Flyin' private, what you eat for lunch? I deserve it all The respect and the accolades Lampin' on the island, watchin' Cast Away, I deserve it all For every good nigga that passed away Sent two-point-five million on an average day I deserve it all Keep my name by the world leaders Keep my crowds loud inside Ibiza, I deserve it all More money, more power, more freedom Everything Heaven allowed us Bitch, I deserve it all Hmm, I deserve it all Hmm, I deserve it all All All 'Cause my intentions was pure Even when you wasn't sure Even with every allure How much temptation you endured? You'd probably look for every cure I said I deserve it all I'm wakin' up at 6 a.m. Six miles a day, conditionin' my wind I said I deserve it all I'm showin' up as your friend Tellin' truths better than your next of kin I said I deserve it all I never ask for too much credit Seekin' validation just for the aesthetics Bitch, I deserve it all I see you as a human first Even when you didn't understand your worth Bitch, I deserve it all It's innate to mind my business Writin' words, tryna elevate these children That's why I deserve it all Pray for those who prayed against me Every reason why my ancestors sent me Bitch, I deserve it all I deserve it all I deserve it all All All Put a smile on my mama Good health and good karma Yeah, she deserves it all One hundred murals out in Compton Remember me? I kept my promise Yeah, we deserve it all A better life for my daughter Made my son take it further than his father Yeah, he deserves it all A close relationship with God Whisper to me every time I close my eyes He say, "You deserve it all" Keep these bitch niggas away from me Keep all my blessings faithfully Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me I burn this bitch down, don't you play with me or stay with me I'm crashin' out right now, no one's safe with me I did it with integrity and niggas still try hate on me, just wait and see More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me Dangerously, nothin' changed with me, still got pain in me Flip a coin, want the shameless me or the famous me? How annoying, does it angers me to know the lames can speak On the origins of the game I breathe? That's insane to me It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine Tell me why you think you deserve the greatest of all time, motherfucker I deserve it all I deserve it all Peekaboo Give a helping hand To your fellow men, oh, my- Ayy, what? Look What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Hm, ayy What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smut my name Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405 Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live? Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. Cheese Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter playin' Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in where her, uh, at Peekaboo, I'm on your top, I'm with Dot, bitch, don't look back What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lamb' Double-park it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Mans If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand Big dog business, I would not hold your hand Broke bitch business, I could not be your man Never got his ass whooped until we open up that can Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam Jam, freak bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yams Play that opp shit around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off" Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to the cross I let your boy get a pass, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo Luther If this world were mine Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire It's a vibe, do your dance, let 'em watch She a fan, he a flop, they just wanna kumbaya, nah In this world, concrete flowers grow Heartache, she only doin' what she know Weekends, get it poppin' on the low Better days comin' for sure (if this world were) If it was up to me I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine) It go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide) Baby, you a star, strike, pose (right) When I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow) Come and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul) 'Rari (red), crown (stack), wrist (stay), froze (really) Drip (tell me), pound (if you), on the way home (love me) In this world, concrete flowers grow Heartache, she only doin' what she know Weekends, get it poppin' on the low Better days comin' for sure (if this world were) If it was up to me I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine) I can't lie, I trust you, I love you, I won't waste your time I turn it off just so I can turn you on I'ma make you say it loud I'm not even trippin', I won't stress you out I might even settle down for you, I'ma show you I'm a pro I'ma take my take my time and turn it off Just so I can turn you on, baby Weekends, get it poppin' on the low Better days comin' for sure I know you'll come I know you're comin' for (Anything) (If this world were mine) All the Stars Love, let's talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt) I know the feeling haunt you (haunt) This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing? Motherfucker, I don't even like you Corrupt a man's heart with a gift That's how you find out who you dealin' with A small percentage, who I'm building with I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning On my mama, that's the realest shit Love, let's talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt) I know the feeling haunt you (haunt) This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Skin covered in ego Get to talkin', I get involved, like a rebound No control, no off switch And the way that you bringin' me down It's a turn on, get it away from me Know you mean wrong, keep away from me And it sound wrong, get it away from me, yeah I ain't just cry for no reason I ain't just pray for no reason I just thank for the life, for the days, for the hours And another life breathin' I did it all 'cause it feel good You'd leave it all if it feel bad Better live your life We were running out of time Love, let's talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt) I know the feeling haunt you (haunt) This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer This may be the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer All the stars are closer All the stars are closer Not Like Us Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way TV Off [Part I] [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] All I ever wanted was a black Grand National Fuck being rational, give 'em what they ask for [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] It's not enough (Ayy) Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough (Huh) I get on they ass, yeah, somebody gotta do it I'll make them niggas mad, yeah, somebody gotta do it I'll take the G pass, shit, watch a nigga do it Huh, we survived outside, all from the music, nigga, what? [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] They like, "What he on?" It's the alpha and omega, bitch, welcome home This is not a song This a revеlation, how to get a nigga gone You need you a man, baby, I don't understand, baby Pay your bill and makе you feel protected like I can, baby Teach you somethin' if you need correction, that's the plan, baby Don't put your life in these weird niggas' hands, baby (Woah) [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] It's not enough (Ayy) Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough (Huh) I get on they ass, yeah, somebody gotta do it I'll make them niggas mad, yeah, somebody gotta do it I'll take the G pass, shit, watch a nigga do it Huh, we survived outside, all from the music, nigga, what? [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Hey, turn his TV off Ain't with my type activities? Then don't you get involved Hey, what, huh, how many should I send? Send 'em all Take a risk or take a trip, you know I'm trippin' for my dog Who you with? Couple sergeants and lieutenants for the get back This revolution been televised, I fell through with the knick-knacks Hey, young nigga, get your chili up, yeah, I meant that Hey, black out if they act out, yeah, I did that Hey, what's up, though? I hate a bitch that's hatin' on a bitch and they both hoes I hate a nigga hatin' on them niggas and they both broke If you ain't coming for no chili, what you come for? Nigga feel like he entitled 'cause he knew me since a kid Bitch, I cut my granny off if she don't see it how I see it, hm Got a big mouth but he lack big ideas Send him to the moon, that's just how I feel, yellin' [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] It's not enough (Ayy) Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Mustard Niggas actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off [Verse: Kendrick Lamar] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin' I'm in the city where the flag be gettin' thrown like it was pass interference Padlock around the building Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag With a bone to pick like it was sea bass So when I made it out, I made about 50K from a show Tryna show niggas the ropes before they hung from a rope I'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it Only good for saving face, seen the cosmetics How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics? Hurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric Nigga ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric The city just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it They mouth get full of deceit, let these cowards tell it Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin' [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Mustard (Ah, man) Niggas actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off [Outro: Lefty Gunplay] Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious |
A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state
Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed 'til he hydrated Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated I got the money and the power both gyratin' I feel good, get the fuck out my face Look good, but shе don't got no taste I walk in, walked out with the safe Mando, let me know what the play What the fuck? I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe 50 deep, but it ain't deep enough Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up Fallin' from my money tree, and it grow throughout the months Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us I feel good, get the fuck out my face Look good, but she don't got no taste I walk in, walked out with the safe Mando, let me know what the play Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up, squabble up Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm) Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up Hol' up (hol' up) Where you from? (Where you from?) My bitch (my bitch) I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb) Sideways (sideways) Bunk skunk (bunk skunk) Fever (fever) I'm on one (I'm on one) it down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Who dat -a thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the f- off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the f- off my (ayy), that ain't right I make a play blowing up your whole life I'm so, so sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural, I wanna feel some stretch marks Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a, uhm, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest, uhm, after all Tell 'em, be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil') Be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil') Tell 'em sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' hol' up) Be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' hol' up, lil') Be humble (hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil') Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' hol' up) Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) DNA exempted Then off your-, off your head This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got Realness, I just kill sh- 'cause it's in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA I just win again, then, win again like Wimbledon I serve Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, you's a, you's a, you's a B-, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front Sh- I've been through prolly offend you This is Paula's oldest son I know murder, conviction, burners, boosters Burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids, and I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA (I'ma soldier DNA) Born inside the beast My expertise checked out in second grade When I was nine, on cell, motel We didn't have nowhere to stay At 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to antisocial, extrovert And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And Nazareth gonna plead this case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA (this is why I say that hip hop) (Has done more damage to young African Americans) (I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA) I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, f- your life (Than racism in recent years) (I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA) (I live a be-, - your life) This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' (five, four, three, two, one) Money and power, the Mecca of marriages Tell me somethin' (give me some ganja) You motherfuckers can't tell me nothin' I'd rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation, your DNA, an abomination This how it is when you're in the Matrix Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go, and sleepin' in a villa Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin' Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window Baby in the pool, godfather goals Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes Phone never on, I don't conversate I don't compromise, I just penetrate Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks These are the times, level number nine Look up in the sky, .10 is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Motherf-ker, I got winners on the way You ain't sh- without a body on your belt You ain't sh- without a ticket on your plate You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith? Peace to the world, let it rotate Sex, money, murder, our DNA |