R.O.T.C (Interlude)

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[Kendrick Lamar]
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
like should I start trapping? If what I write down
don’t connect this very moment, then I’m on it, no question
In the streets my niggas is well connected, let’s see
Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss, I’m not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots chopping the rocks like flintstone feet
This is me frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work, across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip
and hope one day it flourish to a kilo, track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
My nigga, what you doing on these corners with me?
“I thought you had a show?” Well I guess my nigga, I didn’t
I’m tryna get this dough and easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies pushing V8 hinges
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
Curve-serving, know I might be in your store boosting
two-elevens with MAC-11s like fuck Hip Hop
Don’t wanna be Pun, don’t wanna be B.I.G., don’t wanna be ‘Pac
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your mom’s momma
Then expand to the Hoover dam, water
Sherm, contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
and pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
you’ll know I always had a passion for riddle when writing
But lately I’ve been thinking bout taking chances to brighten
my future financially, so please don’t be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga front me, let me put it on the strip
Then give it back when I think about the consequence, shit[BJ the Chicago Kid]
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side
Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines
special for you, and me yeah
I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
You’ve got to look at the other side[Kendrick Lamar]
R.O.T.C., or Right On Time Conscience

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Determined

[Intro: Napoleon Hill]
“I want to describe my discovery in the simplest terms possible
because it will reveal to you why it is true
that whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve
regardless of how many times you have failed in the past
or how lofty your aims and hopes may be”[Kendrick Lamar]
Go getter, with no cheddar
Just a white tee and a swap meet sweater
My life is likely to see great endeavors
But I can’t win if I can’t get it together
What I gotta do in order to see success?
Having the world’s best to call me the best
Pull up at the Grammy Awards as best-dressed
with an address next to a beautiful actress
A dollar and a dream, I feel J. Cole
Word to the hole in my pocket and the hoes
that don’t wanna fuck with a broke nigga with ambition
But the last I checked, y’all was broke bitches
Make a name for myself
then bubble like the ass of Buffy when she wearing a tight belt
The homies on the block can say whatever they say
I don’t wanna be a killer, I wanna be a Gates[Chorus: Ash Riser]
Take your time, it’ll come
Just stay focussed and humble my son
Show and prove, prove you’re the one
It’s not about who’s dope, it’s who wants it the most
So just go out and get it
Go out and get it
Go out and get it
Go out and get it[Kendrick Lamar]
What I gotta do in order to see success?
Having the world’s best to call me the best
Pull up at the Grammy Awards as best-dressed
with an address next to a beautiful actress
Do I gotta run in your spot and blasting?
Better yet, rob the nearest Nix Check Cashing
Hear a hustle from a nigga that’s constantly bragging
Catch him at the light, snatch him out his Jeep wagon
Or maybe I gotta hook up with Jose
Cop five bricks of the yay, head to the Bay
Area, or carry the birds to the gate
Let the clips distribute the work all day
Then come back home
Every three weeks, flip three-to-six zones
Homies on the block can say whatever they want
I don’t wanna be a dealer, I wanna be a Trump
Donald that is[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar – over chorus]
And when I do it, I do it again, then I go back
When I do it, I’ll do it again, then I go back
Thug it out, but for now I’m willing to dug it out
I gotta grind, grind[Kendrick Lamar]
So welcome to the story of my life
See I’m tryna get right off the shit that I write
Make a fortune, buy some Porsches for my momma and the wife
Pop’s engine in this old school run tight!
But as you listening to K. D-O-T
Me and my girl split the bucket at KFC
She listening to Drake and all I can say
Damn, these niggas that much better than me?
Baby, I don’t think this is meant to be
cause I’m always losing self-esteem
She paused the iPhone, then said huh
I repeated what I said, then she replied shut up
You know you the best boy, you gotta keep doing it
But don’t forget when you do, just keep you in it
And never listen to what the industry say
Don’t be a typical artist, be more like Jay
Russell, Barry Gordy, Quincy Jones
Bob Johnson, Sean Combs, L.A. Reid
Young black entrepreneurs did what it took to succeed, yeah
So I gotta see success
I gotta make it off them Rosecrans steps
Rising to the top like a soda shook up
Bout to pop, and I’ll pop on whoever’s in my way[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar – over chorus]
Yeah, I swear to God I don’t wanna do it, just live man
I wanna live good
Just wanna make my momma proud, y’know?
I don’t wanna be hard, I don’t want the most stripes
I got lil’ brothers and sisters man, I’m the oldest nigga
I just want it, I just want it
and I’ma get it

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]

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]

A.D.H.D

[Hook]
Fuck that
8 doobies to the face
Fuck that
12 bottles in the case
Nigga, fuck that
2 pills and a half, wait
Nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When your age don’t exist[Verse 1]
Man, I swear
My nigga trippin off that shit again
Pick him up, then I set him in
Cold water, then I order someone to bring him vicodin
Hope to take the pain away
From the feeling that he feel today
You know when you part of section 80
And you feeling like no one can relate
Cause you are, you are
A loner, loner
Marijuana, endorphins
Make you stronger, stronger
I’m in the house party trippin off
My generation sippin cough syrup like its water
Never no pancakes in the kitchen
Man, no wonder our lives is caught up
In the daily superstition
That the word is bout to end
Who gives a fuck? we never do listen
Unless it comes with an 808
A melody and some hoes
Playstation and some drank
Technology bumping Soul
Looking around and all I see
Is a big crowd, that’s product of me
And they probably relatives
Relevant for a rebel’s dream
Yep, the president is black
She black too
Purple label on her back
But that dap
Is like when she take it straight to the head
Then she look at me
She got ADHD[Hook][Bridge]
Like woah oh oh woah [x4]
(Don’t got a limit just gimme some more with it)
(Don’t got a limit just gimme some more with it)
(They always told me ad-hd did it)[Verse 2]
And then she started
And then she started
Feeling herself like no on else in this apartment
Beg you pardon
Oh I rap baby, how old are you?
She say 22, I say 23
Ok then we all crack babies
Damn, why you say that?
She said where my drink at?
I’mma tell you later, just tell your neighbors
Have the police relax
I stood up, shut the blinds
Closed the screen, jumbotron
Made it to the back, where she reside
Then she said, read between the lines
Yep, hope that I get close enough
When the lights turn down
And the fact that she just might open up
When the new flow start to drown
Her body and I, know the both of us really deep in the move now
It’s nothing we can do now
Somebody walked in with a pound
Of that Bay Area kush
She looked at me then looked
At it, then she grabbed it
Then she said, get it understood
You know why we crack babies
Because we born in the 80s
That ADHD crazy[Hook][Bridge][Outro]
You can have all my shine
I’ll give you the light
Double cup, deuce, four, six
Just mix it in Sprite
Ecstasy, shrooms, blow, dro, hoes
Whatever you like
You can have all my shine
I’ll give you the light

P & P

[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]

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]

Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

[Hook 1:]
I am a sinner
Who’s probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe[Verse 1:]
Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you to me is painless
You don’t know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When the color blind is hanging with ya
Fell on my face and I woke with a scar
Another mistake living deep in my heart
Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick
I can admit that it did look like yours
Why you resent every making of this
Tell me your purpose is petty again
But even a small lighter can burn a bridge
Even a small lighter can burn a bridge[Hook 1:]
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages
To me that’s amazing
To you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this[Hook 2:]
I am a sinner
Who is probably going to sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe[Verse 2:]
I’m trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love
You trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does
And I’m looking right past ya
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you living behind the mirror
I know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferior
This shit is vital, I know you had to
This shit is vital, I know you had to
Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain
Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain
Rather a seasonal name, I’ll let the people know this is something you can blame
On yourself you can remain, stuck in a box
Ima break out and then hide every lock
Ima break out and then hide every lock[Hook 2:]
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages
To me that’s amazing
To you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this[Hook 1:]
I am a sinner
Who is probably going to sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe[Bridge:]
You ain’t heard the Coast like this in a long time
Don’t you see that long line
And they waiting on Kendrick like the 1st and the 15th
3’s in the air I can see you are – in sync
Hide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better do
I’ll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Walk out the door and they scream it’s alive
My new year’s resolution is to stop all the pollution
Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music
I say, bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe

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]

The Heart Pt. 2

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

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…

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