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[Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
Well alright[Chorus x2: Kendrick Lamar]
I’m going through something with life
Where pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron, that’s some great advice[Kendrick Lamar:]
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society’s
Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil’ bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player’s Club
I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was ’05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had no job
Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association, story of my life nigga!
You gon’ make me flip, then split yo’ shit, judge give me life nigga!
Pain since my grandma’s death, uncle killed at Louie’s Burgers
Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, drench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin
Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream
So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullshit what you call it
Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry[Chorus x2][Kendrick Lamar:]
I said, keep reading my diary when my life’s entirely
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldn’t hire me, I said I got my ass beat
And the only thing can help is ass and some titties
So what’s up baby? I said what’s up?
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I ain’t tryna think about no phone bills, credit card late fees
Capital One popping up on my caller I.D.
Pawning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down on another man’s block
Man, that’s my worst fear, ain’t that your worst fear?
You know when your transmission go out and can’t switch gears
Or run through a pothole at two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies, cause then they’ll be on it
See I know, when the harsh reality takes toll
Open up your contacts, then scroll (“hey what’s up daddy? “)[Chorus x2][Ab-Soul:]
Welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve
Cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd
Like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtleneck
Convertibles with turbo jets fueled by 7 Up and Prometh’
I feel like death’s around the corner like the quickest wide receiver
So I took another shot, tequila hit me like a nina (blaow!)
My sky’s gray, my bitch is brighter
Always saying “Lights Please”, J. Cole’s her ghostwriter
And I’m the God MC, join my diocese
Free ya mind, don’t mind so-ciety
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Everything’s subject to change like broken dollars
I’m a, drown in my drink and swim in woman’s vagina
Like a Pirahna fin, it gets harder than Rihanna when[Chorus x2]

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Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Kendrick Lamar]
I was sitting on the couch, reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, seven days later
after I wrote him “stay strong, keep your faith in God”
what I told him, hoping that he’s listening
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies
I can taste the salt from my tears
as the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being twenty-one
Doing time in the pen and your gramp’s old
Your brother’s getting older, and the streets is getting colder
and you’re hoping that he’s focussed to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell, it’s been thirty weeks
Ain’t received any mail, it’s cold and the hole stinks
And you can’t even blink without niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only imagine, yeah[Chorus: Javonte]
Life’s about decisions man
It’s in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It’s in your hand and you got it[Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby
after he just got out, fifteen years to count
Haven’t seen the world in so long, haven’t seen a girl in so long
and before the sun came up, he was gone
like a fiend off the best rock
Trying to get his life together, or whatnot
Typed his name in the system and they couldn’t find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity
Found a job, found his mother gravesite, found a forty ounce
Then he found God, then he bounced
Then he found a new chick, two kids, wide hips
Found something in her we didn’t see
Found this spot in Pasadena and shacked with her, an investment
Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes
Only out a year, now facing life, I can only imagine
That’s fucked up, I can only imagine, Uncle Bob[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, thinking bout the ratio
of blacks in prison, it’s compact in prison
when blacks packed with minorities, system grab more of these
eighteen-year-olds, eighteen-year sentence
with no parole, the state won’t oversee
They make the term severe, a conspiracy
That’s what I call it, it’s full of shit, a toilet can help quick
The government help? No, just put us on death row
Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke
Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope
Then hang it like right there, yeah, it’s justice for all
But ninety-percent unfair, care? Nah
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man for five grand
with intentions to expand, more prisons
So these correctionals ain’t for rehabilitation
They for grossing a bigger business, imagine
We being used, imagine, the truth shall be told[Chorus]

Wanna Be Heard

[Kendrick Lamar]
It’s like I don’t think you fully understand who I am, y’know?
I’m just a good kid from Compton that wanna rap
I don’t represent no colors, I represent my lil’ sisters and brothers
I’m the oldest, nigga
And if you can’t respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Check it out
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
until I finally realised that Jay wasn’t me
I took my time to jot down every line that’s a quotable
Critics say I don’t be killing this shit but I know I do
because I used to practice early morning and then after school
I’m working on my hooks my nigga, I ain’t tryna battle you
But even if I did, I guarantee I’d overshadow you
Like a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut
I’ma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane
Now that’s a comparison that you probably wouldn’t understand
Because I can touch the people and still keep it ghetto
as an ’87 Regal with the tree air freshener on the rearview mirror
I wear a heart on my shoulder
‘Member when we used to make the boost look like Motorola?
Your cousin fucked up your room every time he came over
Then went to jail when we got older
That shit is a bad odor, but still I remain focussed
In due time, I’ll be able to swipe my card and it won’t say decline
That shit’s embarrassing huh
Hope no one pay you no mind
But it’s a bad bitch behind you while you standing in line
Can you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreams
and admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?
My momma believed in me, she let me use her van to go to the studio
even though she know her tank is empty, that’s who I do it fo’
My pops got a different approach, yeah he believed
But he always questioned when I’ma drop my debut CD
How long this gon’ take nigga? You still haven’t ate nigga
At twenty-two I had two cars and my own place nigga
It’s a sacrifice I try to tell him
That’s when he turn to BET and tell me that he jealous
of all these niggas getting money and their shit don’t sound like shit
I ate tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard[Chorus]
Yep, yep, that’s my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that’s poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y’all sleep I re-up, cooking up all day
like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say, I’ma be heard[Kendrick Lamar]
What up Dasan? I ain’t forgot nigga
You developed me, telling me I was hot nigga
You believed in me first, that’s what’s for sure
At the church recording, at the garage, but it worked
But me and Dave kind of felt you lost the passion
A lot was going on in your life and you needed space
But still I should have came to you first to tell you what happened
But I was seventeen and figured it’s best I stay away
And I wrong, I was young and couldn’t look you in the eye for what I’d done
But I’m telling you we ain’t done
Matter of fact, how’s your sons? What they up to?
Remember they used to run away while you had worked on ProTools?
People I used to be in the booth till four in the morning
with school in the morning, yawning, but I was on it
Me, you and Dave was on it
Buzzing like Charlotte Hornets when that tape dropped
Where them beats nigga? It’s been five years since we had rocked
Time to be heard[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
So can you feel it?
When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit?
Does it make you wanna say motherfuck a gimmick?
The truth can set you free if you Do the Right Thing
Word to Spike Lee, don’t he look like Sounwave?
That’s kinda random, but my humor sometimes strays, like a dog in the night
Twenty-four hours in a day but only take five minutes
to grab a pad and a pen, then send your dog a kite
I spread love like a Hippy, but I’m a (Black) one
with Jesus Christ passion, I swear on the bible
Tabernacle to all my rivals, I ain’t mad
You hate a nigga for tryna help you, that’s your bad
because I figure I can make a way with these stanzas
I probably can’t heal cancer, but I can heal the city
My niggas, tell me you with me
And if you is won’t you pop my CD in
Open up your trunk, then let it bump, so I can be heard
Yeah, uh huh[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
D-Dave, what up nigga?
Matt Jeezy [laughs]

Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Kendrick Lamar]
I was sitting on the couch, reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, seven days later
after I wrote him “stay strong, keep your faith in God”
what I told him, hoping that he’s listening
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies
I can taste the salt from my tears
as the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being twenty-one
Doing time in the pen and your gramp’s old
Your brother’s getting older, and the streets is getting colder
and you’re hoping that he’s focussed to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell, it’s been thirty weeks
Ain’t received any mail, it’s cold and the hole stinks
And you can’t even blink without niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only imagine, yeah[Chorus: Javonte]
Life’s about decisions man
It’s in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It’s in your hand and you got it[Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby
after he just got out, fifteen years to count
Haven’t seen the world in so long, haven’t seen a girl in so long
and before the sun came up, he was gone
like a fiend off the best rock
Trying to get his life together, or whatnot
Typed his name in the system and they couldn’t find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity
Found a job, found his mother gravesite, found a forty ounce
Then he found God, then he bounced
Then he found a new chick, two kids, wide hips
Found something in her we didn’t see
Found this spot in Pasadena and shacked with her, an investment
Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes
Only out a year, now facing life, I can only imagine
That’s fucked up, I can only imagine, Uncle Bob[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, thinking bout the ratio
of blacks in prison, it’s compact in prison
when blacks packed with minorities, system grab more of these
eighteen-year-olds, eighteen-year sentence
with no parole, the state won’t oversee
They make the term severe, a conspiracy
That’s what I call it, it’s full of shit, a toilet can help quick
The government help? No, just put us on death row
Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke
Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope
Then hang it like right there, yeah, it’s justice for all
But ninety-percent unfair, care? Nah
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man for five grand
with intentions to expand, more prisons
So these correctionals ain’t for rehabilitation
They for grossing a bigger business, imagine
We being used, imagine, the truth shall be told[Chorus]

Faith

[Kendrick Lamar]
Cloud nine, Kendrick Lamar, uh
I take a sip of Hennessy and then get pissy drunk
I ain’t a drinker, I’m a thinker, call it what you want
But if you turn your back, know that you just missed your chance
to witness the realest shit that’s ever been told to man
I found myself losing focus at a Sunday service
Embarrassed so I started questioning God, what is my purpose?
He say to live the way he did, that’s all he want from me
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first Sunday
I said alright, enthused that my Lord gave a listen
I opened my bible and searched to be a better Christian
and this from a person that never believed in religion
But shit, my life is so fucked up man, I can’t help but give in
I’m giving testimonies to strangers I never met
Hopped on the pulpit and told ’em how I was truly blessed
Felt like I’m free from all my sins when the service was over
Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered
and lost my faith again[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
What am I gonna do? Gotta have faith
Life is too much, understood? Where is your faith?
Oh, faaaaaaaith…
All you need is the size of a mustard seed[Kendrick Lamar]
Single black parent from Compton raising children of four
That’s four innocent bastards, cause papa they don’t know
Her day consists of working back and forth with babysitters
Can’t find no one to watch her kids so she pay her sister
Her baby daddy ain’t bout shit, that nigga ain’t bout shit
Spent his daughter milk just to cop a new outfit
She pray to God every night hoping that he’ll mature
and maybe one day his kids, something that he’ll live for
Baby wanna go back to school but she need some help
because it’s hard tryna pay the bills when you’re by yourself
She thought about credit card scams till she heard a voice
that said the Devil is a lie, make a better choice
And so it’s back to McDonald’s and every month dealing
with them crazy ass people at the county building
Looked to the heavens and asked ’em to make a better way
Then got a letter in the mail, lost her section 8
Then lost her faith again[Chorus][Punch]
Kendrick, I appreciate the opportunity to vent my nigga
This about how faith works, yeah, murk it…
I had dreams of holding a nine-milla to raise Killa
Ask him why as my eyes fill up
Each day it gets more realer, orangutans bang like gorillas
It’s jungle when the niggas ensue
The rat’s lurking, vulture’s circling the serpents
Cats lying through they teeth, my nigga didn’t deserve it
I flirted with the idea of caressing the steel
to make karma come faster than she normally will
It’s ill, to see my faith try and leave me
It’s so hard to get it, to get rid of it is easy
I’m tryna reach cloud nine, that’s what my niggas bout
But it never rain in California ‘less them pistols out
Until then, my feet planted on the ground
Shadowboxing my conscience till my faith start responding
And if I get no answer, just know I tried
I should have never looked into his son’s eyes
Ray Charles voice[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard
Your mind’s slipping, wondering is there really a God?
Knowing you shouldn’t think that way and tryna freeze your brain
But whenever it’s pain, that feeling forever remains
We can’t believe what we can’t see and reality seems stronger than prayer
cause you tried to change your life, and now you live in a wheelchair
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
at the tender age of twelve, and you feel that no one cares
Searching for answers, that’s human nature, you ain’t in the wrong
Just know, when you feeling that way his spirit’s in the room
I watched people I know pray and catch the Holy Ghost
and wonder why I ain’t never caught that feeling before
Maybe they know him better, or I don’t know no better
But what I do know is that he’s real and he lives forever
So the next time you feel like your world’s about to end
I hope you studied because he’s testing your faith again
I’d rather not live like there isn’t a God
than die and find out there really is, think about it

Far From Here

[Kendrick Lamar – singing]
A nigga so goddamn stressed out
I feel like fuck everything right now
See I’ve been broke too long, can’t find a job to save my life
But I’ll be damned if I give ’em a handout
See my pride is one thing I will not put aside
I’m too proud to beg, I’m sorry Left Eye
If I don’t make it in life, motherfucker I tried
What? Uh[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you?
Not your momma, your poppa, only person is you
Not your brother, your sister, the only person is you
You ever feel like nobody never understands you but you?
Nobody, nobody but you
So it feels like, like it’s only you[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
So I’m feeling like I want to, I want to
I want to, I want to go so far from here
Very, very far from here
I need to, I need to
I need to, I need to go so far from here
Very, very far from here[Kendrick Lamar – singing]
It seems like, you can’t win for losing
Whatever you’re doing turns out to be “what-are-you-doing?”
Sitting pursuing, but your time will soon come
Nobody knows the position that you in
But it’s a million people out there that’s going through the same thing
That feeling, hard to explain
When you just, just want to get away
Something like[Chorus 1][Chorus 2][Schoolboy Q]
Away from it all
Take me out of Hell where only Heaven can visit
The smartest astronomers, they won’t even see my vision
I’m stuck on the studio couch, now I’m thinking bout my daughter
Times is getting harder, another beat is slaughtered
Just press record or, seems like I need a mill’ to keep my shit in order
instead of problem solving
From my hat to my shoes, spirit laced with pride
Set some shit aside to help me wipe my teary eyes
Reaching for the skies, pissing on a cloud
Shitting on a bird’s head, higher than a dread
as I fly through the galaxy, pain and the agony
Nothing is surrounding me, living my life
Though it’s better to write
Configuring my style to the streets, bring dark to the light
So how you feel? My nigga, I keep it real
A Schoolboy soon to be star, Mr. Lamar[Chorus 2]

P&P 1.5

[Intro]
“Gina, baby, I don’t have no money, and I don’t have no ends
Gina, I’m ass-out” [laughter]
“I’m going through something right now”
“I told you that”[Kendrick Lamar]
Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
Well alright[Chorus 2X: Kendrick Lamar]
I’m going through something with life
where pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron, that’s some great advice[Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society’s
woes, let me go, let me shine a lil’ bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player’s Club
I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was ’05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, they rushed us then, I had no job
Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association, story of my life nigga!
You gon’ make me flip, then split yo’ shit, judge give me life nigga!
Pain since my grandma’s death, uncle killed at Louie’s Burgers
Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, trench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin
Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream
So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullshit what you call it
Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry (“hey what’s up daddy?”)[Chorus 2X][beat switches up]
“So what you wish me over here for?
How was your day?
Are you tipsy?”
Mhmm[Kendrick Lamar – screwed vocals]
All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron
Give me that, won’t you give that? Once again it’s on
Bitch I’m swagged up, hoes bopping when I’m off that Screw
Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I’ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me
When you let me, when you let me…[Kendrick Lamar – singing]
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That good shit stuff
I can’t get enough
If I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That good shit stuff
I can’t get enough
If I offend you…[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home
and caught that flat in the [?] flats
And it made me think when another car blinked
to change locations where we at
We often get lost in the ever-hard bottle
when attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow
Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit
Your car now due and you bout to get evicted
Two drugs surely, Patron, pussy, make it feel alright
But once it’s empty and the bitch leave, then it’s back to life
You can’t run from it, gotta run to it nigga
The antidote wouldn’t last and you knew it nigga
But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what’s her zodiac sign[Chorus 2X][Ab-Soul]
Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step, man I hate to work for them
One time I tried to work for me, but that shit didn’t work for me
And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man
What to do? Nothing’s moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it
Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open
Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open
‘Soul, balls deep, ya dig?
Retrieve relief, ya dig?
Let’s kill a bottle of tequila
and lie butt-naked telling the truth, would ya?
What’s up? I had a long day and I really want to fuck
Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day
cause all I’ve been thinking the whole day…[Chorus 2X][Kendrick Lamar – screwed vocals]
All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron
Give me that, won’t you give that? Once again it’s on
Bitch I’m swagged up, hoes bopping when I’m off that Screw
Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I’ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me
When you let me, when you let me…

Heaven & Hell

“My nigga, what it look like?”[Kendrick Lamar]
Niggas hating, bitches hating, babies dying
Bullets flying, helicopters, police sirens, preachers lying
Genosism, criticism, unemployment, racism
Burning buildings, AIDS victims, cancer killing, no cure
Oil spilling, turmoil, poverty-stricken
Police brutality kicking ass of us Africans, hostages in Afghanistan
Not to mention another prison, child molesting
Cow intestines, botox injection, earthquakes that’s government testing
Secret society weapon, opium plant manifested
that turn to crack, then invest it amongst us blacks, just a method
to hold us back, great depression, amongst Iraq no direction
No google map, just a TEC for the soowoo
Swerving Isuzu, then blah-blah-blah, adolescents go cuckoo
Mothers are boo-boo crying, the governor keep us starving
These commercials keep us buying these cigarettes
Supermarkets fill up our liver with triumph, distinctive living with science
No place to live in, no Zion, see that’s forbidden, we frying
“My nigga, what it look like?”
That’s exactly what Hell look like, uh[Chorus 2X: Alori Joh]
Tell it like it is, nigga
Tell it like it is, homeboy
Tell it like it is, nigga
Tell it like it is, tell ’em what’s up
“My nigga, what it look like?”[Kendrick Lamar]
Malcolm laughing, Martin laughing, Biggie spitting
‘Pac is rapping, Gregory capping, people singing, bells is ringing
Children playing, angels praying, fourteen carat golden streets
Cali greens, red wine, potato yams, turkey legs
Calling every human being… [fades out]

She Needs Me (Remix)

[Intro]
I miss you, where you been?
It’s been months and I haven’t heard from you, I need you
It’s been months and I haven’t heard from you, come back to me
Come back, I need you in my life
I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you[Dom Kennedy]
What’s up baby? It’s been a while
You been good? I’ve been around
different girls, different towns
To keep it real, you missing out
I’ll all bored, next city
Random cars, TEC’s with me
Like I miss you so much, have sex with me
Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me
She like fuck that, I don’t care Dom
So selfish and that really isn’t fair Dom
Meet me here, where Dom?
Get undressed, yeah Dom
Yeah Dom, what you need?
Some bomb head? A bag of weed?
Good food? Japanese?
That’s me on page forty in that magazine
“Dom Kennedy” you need that
She said nobody come close, I agreed back
I’m the nigga who used to help her pull that weed back
and she need me, believe that[Chorus: Javonte]
That girl is smoking
and can you believe that I’m her focus?
It ain’t hard to see she got me open
and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on[Kendrick Lamar]
What’s up love? It’s been a while
You been good? I’ve been around
Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chiles
Truant like a student, you the principal
Schooled me on timing, we was both shining
like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond
I was Your Highness, you was my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TV as it was T-D-S
for us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together
Every time I put the head in you would panic
and come right down like an avalanche
Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants
Baby how that sound? Kosher, no sir
Wake it back up, Folgers posters
By my waistline, shout for your hard hit
You called it a hate crime, say you want me back
and your girl wanna date Dom, that’s high school shit
4-0-1 K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?[Chorus][MURS]
I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz
She need me, I got that John Bryan love
Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk
We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch
You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out
my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out
There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout?
We used to fuck all the time back at my momma’s house
Smoking beedies, laying on the futon
Memories I got saved up like a coupon
And we’d be too gone off a sack of stress weed
I was broke then, couldn’t count the best weed
Then she would just leave in a black hatchback
Homies from the hood used to ask me if I’d tapped that
I would say yep, smiling so freely
That was back then, but I bet she still need me
She need me, she need me
She need me, she need me
I would say yes, smiling so freely
That was back then, I bet she still need me[Chorus]

Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)

[Ashtro Bot]
We’re far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
with the top down screaming we don’t give a fuck
Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
cause the kids just ain’t alright[Interlude]
Oh shit nigga, something bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty ki’s under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don’t smell it[Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don’t you ask me
I’m hungry, my body’s antsy, I rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
Granny said when I’m old enough, I’ll be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy fix your panties, I’m Mr. Marcus, you getting fucked, uh
You ain’t heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn’t ease the pain
Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write
Strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Dragging the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P-90 like it’s the 90s
Bullet to your temple, you’re homicidal, remind me, that[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (RZA)]
Compton Crip niggas ain’t nothing to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain’t nothing to fuck with
Compton eses ain’t nothing to fuck with
But they fuck with me, and bitch I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)[Kendrick Lamar]
Let’s hit the county building, gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I’m driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he’s racist
1987, the children on Ronald Reagan
raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch
(I’m really out here nigga) You blowing on stress hoping to ease the stress
(Like, really out here) He copping some blow, hoping that he can stretch
Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
with calendars, cause your day coming
Run him down and then he gun him down, I’m hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don’t mean nothing, because[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
Can’t detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don’t fight fair, cause you’ll never win
(Right, I had the chopper and I tore they ass up)
Can’t detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don’t fight fair, cause you’ll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa[Outro]
We really out here my nigga, you niggas don’t understand my nigga
I’m off of pill and Remy Red my nigga, tripping my nigga

Keisha’s Song (Her Pain)

[Chorus: Astro Bot]
Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard
Flagging down all of these flashy cars[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, and Lord knows she’s beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
She takes the little change she make to fix her nail cuticles
Lipstick is suitable to make you fiend for more
She play Mr. Shakur, that’s her favorite rapper
Bumping “Brenda’s Got a Baby” while a pervert yelling at her
And she capture features of a woman, but only seventeen
The seven cars start honking, she start running
like Flo-Jo, don’t care if they Joe Blow
If they got money to blow, a blow job is a sure go
And sure enough don’t see a dime of dirty dollars
Just give all to her daddy, but she don’t know her father, that’s ironic
See a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
And Lord knows she’s beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
Her anatomy is God’s temple
and it’s quite simple, her castle is bout to be destroyed
She’s always paranoid, watching the law inside the streets
Undercovers and dummies that look like decoys
Remember sergeant let her slide
Said if he seen what’s between her thighs he’d compromise, to no surprise
she took the ultimatum round the alleyway and gave him
a warm welcome that filled him right below the navel
Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables
His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived ’em
It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar]
And Lord knows she’s beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
As she bust down like a twelve bunk on tour
she suddenly realized she’ll never escape the allure
of the black man, white man, needing satisfaction
At first it became a practice, but now she’s numb to it
Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it
But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners’ redemption
That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother
for letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover
Ten months before she was ten, he moved in and that’s when he touched her
This motherfucker is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing
through that block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Then caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street
Keisha’s song
Mm, my little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
the day that I wrote this song, sat her down and pressed play[Chorus: 2X]

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