Is it wickedness?

Is it weakness?

You decide

Are we gonna live or die?

So I was takin' a walk the other day

And I seen a woman—a blind woman

Pacin' up and down the sidewalk

She seemed to be a bit frustrated

As if she had dropped somethin' and

Havin' a hard time findin' it

So after watchin' her struggle for a while

I decide to go over and lend a helping hand, you know?

"Hello, ma'am, can I be of any assistance?

It seems to me that you have lost something

I would like to help you find it"

She replied, "Oh, yes, you have lost something

You've lost… your life"

Is it wickedness?

Lamar stated his views on police brutality

With that line in the song, quote

"And we hate the popo, wanna kill us in the street fo' sho'"

Oh, please, ugh, I don't like it

[Verse 1]

I got, I got, I got, I got—

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine 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, since one like this, immaculate conception

I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon

I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head

This that put-the-kids-to-bed

This that I got, I got, I got, I got—

Realness, I just kill shit ’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—

Bitch, 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

Shit 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’m a soldier's 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 twenty-nine, 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 his 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 than racism in
recent years

I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, fuck your life

I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a be-, fuck your life

Five, four, three, two, one

This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'

Money and power, the mecca of marriages

Tell me somethin'

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 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, 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, ten is on the way

Sentence on the way, killings on the way

Motherfucker, I got winners on the way

You ain't shit without a body on your belt

You ain't shit 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

New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny

I got so many theories and suspicions

I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions

Today is the day I follow my intuition

Keep the family close, get money, fuck bitches

I double-parked the Aston in the red

My momma told me that I'ma work myself to death

My girl told me don't let these hoes get in my head

My world been ecstatic, I checked the signal that read—

Buzzin', radars is buzzin'

Yah, yah, yah, yah

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Buzzin', radars is buzzin'

Yah, yah, yah, yah

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Interviews wanna know my thoughts and opinions

Fox News wanna use my name for percentage

My latest muse is my niece, she worth livin'

See me on the TV and scream: "That's Uncle Kendrick!"

Yeah, that's the business (Uno)

Somebody tell Geraldo this nigga got some ambition

I'm not a politician, I'm not 'bout a religion

I'm a Israelite, don't call me black no mo'

That word is only a color, it ain't facts no mo'

My cousin called, my cousin Carl Duckworth

Said know my worth

And Deuteronomy say that we all been cursed

I know He walks the Earth

But it's money to get, bitches to hit, yah

Zeroes to flip, temptation is, yah

First on my list, I can't resist, yah

Everyone together now, know that we forever—

I'm willin' to die for this shit

I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit

Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit

D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy

I been stomped out in front of my mama

My daddy commissary made it to commas

Bitch, all my grandmas dead

So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy

Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'

Auntie on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"

I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton

I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton

I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga

I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga

We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope

That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy

If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy

I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

They won't take me out my element

Nah, take me out my element

I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy

An imaginary rich nigga, ayy

Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy

Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy

Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy

We okay, we let the A1 fly

Relocate, jump on the same G5

Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah

They never been ready, yeah, I know, yeah, know, yeah

100K spread across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah

None of y'all fuckin' with the flow, yeah, the flow, yeah

Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it

I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races

You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces

You know careers take off, just gotta be patient

Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic

Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy

If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy

I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

They won't take me out my element

Nah, take me out my element

Damned if I do, if I don't (Yuh)

Goddamn us all if you won't (Yuh)

Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame

You ain't front in line, get out the goddamn way

Niggas thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh?

Niggas thought that K-Dot real life

Was the same life they see on TV, huh?

Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?

Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?

'Cause most of y'all ain't real, most of y'all gon' squeal

Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed

Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand

Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies

Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised

Last LP I tried to lift the black artists

But it's a difference 'tween black artists and wack artists

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy

It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri

If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy

I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

They won't take me out my element

Nah, take me out my element

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Dahi & Kendrick Lamar]

I said I'm geeked and I’m fired up (Fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just get high (High, high, high)

Girl, you look so good, it's to die for (Die for, fire)

Ooh, that pussy good, it's to die for (I’m on fire)

It's a secret society

All we ask is trust (All we ask is trust)

All we got is us

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Kung Fu Kenny now

My resume is real enough for two millennium

A better way to make a wave, stop defendin' them

I meditate and moderate all of my wins again

I'm hangin' on the fence again

I'm always on your mind

I put my lyric and my lifeline on the line

And ain't no limit when I might shine, might grind

You rollin' with it at the right time, right now

(Only for the dollar sign)

Bad girl RiRi now

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, leave it now

On your pulse like it’s EDM

Gas in the bitch like it’s premium

Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane

Been a bad bitch way before any cash came

I'm established, hundred carats on my name

Run the atlas, I’m a natural, I'm alright

I'm a savage, I'm a asshole, I’m a king

Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ya rah (Yeah)

You can tell your nigga he can meet me outside (Yeah)

You can babysit him when I leave him outside

Ain't no other love like the one I know

I done been down so long lost hope

I done came down so hard I slowed

Honestly forever, all a real nigga want

I said I'm geeked and I'm fired up (Fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just to get high up (Yeah)

All I want is, all I want is

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

10-4, no switchin' sides

Feel somethin' wrong

You actin' shifty, you don't vibe

With me no more, I need

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it money? Is it fame? Is it weed? Is it drink?

Is it comin' down with the loud pipes in the rain?

Big chillin', only for the power in your name

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?

Is it unconditional when the 'Rari don't start?

Tell me when your loyalty is comin' from the heart

Tell me who you loyal to

Do it start with your woman or your man? (Mmm)

Do it end with your family and friends? (Mmm)

Are you loyal to yourself in advance?

I said, tell me who you loyal to

Is it anybody that you would lie for?

Anybody you would slide for?

Anybody you would die for?

That's what God for

I said I'm geeked and I'm fired up (Fired, fire)

All I want tonight is just to get high up (Yeah)

All I want is, all I want is

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

10-4, no switchin' sides

Feel somethin' wrong

You actin' shifty, you don't vibe

With me no more, I need

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

It's so hard to be humble

It's so hard to be

Lord knows I'm tryin'

Lord knows I'm dyin', baby

Love's gonna get you killed

But pride’s gonna be the death of you and you and me

And you and you and you and me

And you and you and you and me

And you and you and you and me and—

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care

In another life, I surely was there

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care

I care, I care

Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions

Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen?

The better part, the human heart, you love ’em or dissect 'em

Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question?

See, in a perfect world, I would be perfect, world

I don't trust people enough beyond they surface, world

I don't love people enough to put my faith in man

I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band

I understand I ain't perfect, I probably won't come around

This time I might put you down

Last time I ain't give a fuck, I still feel the same now

My feelings might go numb, you're dealin’ with cold thumb

I’m willin' to give up a leg and arm to show empathy from

Pity parties and functions of you and yours

A perfect world, you probably live another 24

I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure

I can't fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure

Me, I wasn’t taught to share, but care

In another life, I surely was there

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care

I care, I care

Maybe I wasn't there (We saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there

Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive

Cold as December but never remember what winter did

I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid

Seems like I point the finger just to make a point nowadays

Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there

Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here

I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back

The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that

Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride

A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies

Promises are broken and more resentment come alive

Race barriers make inferior of you and I

See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches

I'll choose work over bitches, I'll make schools out of prison

I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service

Just to tell 'em we ain't shit, but He's been perfect, world

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care

In another life, I surely was there

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care

I care, I care

Maybe I wasn't there (We saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first)

Maybe I wasn't there

Nobody pray for me

It been that day for me

Way (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances

Finesse a nigga 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 your ass the world with my paystub

Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?

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

Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk

If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk

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

Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note

It's levels to it, you and I know

Bitch, be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil’— sit down, lil’ bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch)

Bitch, sit down (Hold up, lil’ bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)

Sit down (Hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil’ bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch)

Bitch, sit down (Hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Who that nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)

Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)

Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right

I make a play fucking up your whole life

I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop

Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor

Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks

Still'll 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 nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy

I'm the realest nigga after all

Bitch, be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch)

Bitch, sit down (Hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)

Sit down (Hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch)

Bitch, sit down (Hold up, lil' bitch)

Be humble (Hold up, bitch)

Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

I need some water

Something came over me

Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat

Too close to comfort

As blood rush my favorite vein

Heartbeat racing like a junkie's

I just need you to want me

Am I asking too much?

Let me put the head in

Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat

I promise, just a touch

Let me put the head in

If it's okay; she said, "It's okay"

Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now

I need everybody's motherfuckin'—

Door and his Nike Air Rattles

Rush the fire exit, no time for battles

Well I, I never expected

This that new shit

This that new, new shit

Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up

Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch

Don't go to work today, cop you a fit

Or maybe some kicks and make you

Door and his Nike Air Rattles

Rush the fire exit, no time for battles

Well I, I never expected

Wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout money, kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy—hol' up

Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up

Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today

Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today

Hang with the homies, stunt on your baby mama

Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window

Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden

Go to the club or your mama house

Whatever you doing, just make it count (I need some water)

Wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout money, kick your feet up

Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up

Touch on yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain't shit

Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make it pay your rent

Hop on the 'Gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin' on you

Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you

Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce

It's whatever, just make it count

I need some water

Something came over me

Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat

Too close to comfort

As blood rush my favorite vein

Heartbeat racing like a junkie's

I just need you to want me

Am I asking too much?

Let me put the head in

Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat

I promise, just a touch

Let me put the head in

If it's okay; she said, "It's okay"

I wake in the morning, my head spinning from the last night

Both in a trance, feelings are dead—what a fast life

Manager called, the lobby call is 11:30

Did this before, promised myself I'd be a hour early

Room full of clothes, bag full of money: call it loose change

Fumbled my jewelry, 100K, I lost a new chain

Hop on the bird, hit the next city for another M

Take me a nap, then do it again

We all woke up, tryna tune to the daily news

Looking for confirmation, hoping election wasn't true

All of us worried, all of us buried, in our feelings deep

None of us married to his proposal, make us feel cheap

Stale and sad, distraught and mad, tell the neighbor 'bout it—

Bet they agree, parade the streets with your voice proudly

Time passing, things change

Reverting back to our daily programs, stuck in our ways

Lust

Lately, I feel like I been lusting over the fame

Lately, we lust on the same routine of shame

Lately (Lately) Lately, my lust been heightened (Lately)

Lately, it's all contradiction (Lately, I'm not here)

Lately, I lust over self (Lust turn into fear)

Lately, in James 4:4 says

"Friend of the world is enemy of the Lord"

Brace yourself: Lust is all yours

I need some water

Something came over me

Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat

Too close to comfort

As blood rush my favorite vein

Heartbeat racing like a junkie's

I just need you to want me

Am I asking too much?

Let me put the head in

Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat

I promise, just a touch

Let me put the head in

If it's okay; she said, "It's okay"

Damn, love or lust

Damn, all of us

Give me a run for my money

There is nobody, no one to outrun me

(Another world premiere)

So give me a run for my money

Sippin' bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin' lovely

Just love me

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Just love me, just love me, just love

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Love me

I wanna be with you

Love me, just love me

If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me?

If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me?

Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me

Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin'

Ayy, I got somethin', ayy

Hol' up, we gon' function, ayy

No assumptions, ayy

Feelin' like Tyson with it

Knock it out twice, I’m with it

Only for the night, I’m kiddin'

Only for life, yeah, homie for life, yeah

Only for life, let’s get it

Hit that shoulder lean

I know what comin' over me

Backstroke oversea

I know what you need

Already on ten, all money come in

All feeling go out, this feeling don't drought

This party won't end

If I didn’t ride blade on curb, would you still love me?

If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me?

Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to love me

Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' (Uh, uh)

Give me a run for my money

There is nobody, no one to outrun me

So give me a run for my money

Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely, livin' lovely

Just love me

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Just love me, just love me, just love

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Love me

I wanna be with you

Love me, just love me

I'm on the way

We ain't got no time to waste

Poppin' your gum on the way (Love me)

Am I in the way?

I don't wan' pressure you none

I want your blessing today (Love me)

Oh, by the way, open the door by the way

Told you that I'm on the way (Love me)

I'm on the way, I know connection is vague

Pick up the phone for me, babe

Damn it, we jammin'

Bad attitude from yo' nanny

Curves and your hips from yo' mammy

Remember Gardena, I took the studio Camry

I know Top will be mad at me

I had to do it, I want your body, your music

I bought the big one to prove it

Look what you made

Told you that I'm on the way

I'm like a exit away, yep

If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me?

(If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still)

If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me?

(If I minimized my net worth, would you still)

Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to love me

Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' (Uh, uh)

Give me a run for my money

There is nobody, no one to outrun me

So give me a run for my money

Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely, livin' lovely

Just love me

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Just love me, just love me, just love me

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with

Love me

I wanna be with you

Love me, just love me

America

God bless you if it's good to you

America, please take my hand

Can you help me underst—

New Kung Fu Kenny

Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks, he'll take it

Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it (He'll make it)

Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin', woah (Woah)

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap

Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that X-rated"

Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more

Johnny said books ain't cool no more (No more)

Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin

Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'

God bless America, you know we all love him

Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dog, like 101

Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds

He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk

Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done

He said, "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me

I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"

He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer

To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him

"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel

If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed

Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of

All the memories collected, moments you could never touch

I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block

I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got

I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap

Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that"

Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward

I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours

It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour

Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial

Let somebody touch my mama, touch my sister, touch my woman

Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother

You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back"

Alright, kids, we're gon' talk about gun control (Pray for me)

Damn

It's not a place

This country is to me a sound

Of drum and bass

You close your eyes to look around

Hail Mary, Jesus, and Joseph

The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives

Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters

Barricaded blocks and borders, look what you taught us

It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street

Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with

Homicidal thoughts, Donald Trump's in office

We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again

But is America honest or do we bask in sin?

Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood

Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood?

I'll ask again, oops, accident

It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up

You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us

Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera

America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

It's not a place

This country is to me a sound

Of drum and bass

You close your eyes to look ar—

 Poverty's paradise

I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth

(I've been hungry all my life)

What's up, family?

Yeah, it’s your cousin Carl, man, just givin' you a call, man

I know you been havin' a lot on yo' mind lately

And I know you feel like, you know

People ain't been prayin' for you

But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says,
"The Lord shall smite thee with madness And blindness, and astonishment of heart"

See, family, that's why you feel like you feel

Like you got a chip on your shoulder

Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way...

Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?

Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle

Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?

Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet

Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?

Earth is no more, won’t you burn this muh’fucka?

I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth

I beat yo’ ass, keep talkin' back

I beat yo' ass, who bought you that?

You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken

I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch

I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house

With tears in your eyes, runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice

Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil' nigga

That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass

Your teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class

That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all

That TV better not be loud if you got it on

Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em

Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Keisha's daughter

Better not hear you got caught up

I beat yo' ass, you better not run to your father

I beat yo' ass, you know my patience runnin' thin

I got buku payments to make

County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away

I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here

I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here

Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?

Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else

If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucker up

And then I'd take two puffs

I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh)

I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh)

Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now

(Pull them panties to the side now)

I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth

I'll prolly die anonymous, I'll prolly die with promises

I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house

I'll prolly die because these colors are standin' out

I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin'

I'll prolly die at these house parties, fuckin' with bitches

I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me falsed accused

I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool

Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra

Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate

I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges

Body-slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'

Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax

Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast

I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments

I'll prolly die tryna defuse two homies arguin'

I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17

All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things

If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucker up

And then I'd take two puffs

(I've been hungry all my life)

I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh)

I'm high now (Huh), I'm high now (Huh)

Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now

(Pull them panties to the side now)

Now

When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear

Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years

My newfound life made all of me magnified

How many accolades do I need to block denial?

The shock value of my success put bolts in me

All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?

Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job?

Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?

At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all

Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall

Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin'

30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus

What is an advisor? Somebody that's holdin' my checks

Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?

I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered

How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers?

The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin'

Drill somethin', get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin'

I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck

At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged

How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city

What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me

What they see from me would trickle down generations in time

What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines

I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity

I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me

I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride

'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God

I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone

I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more

I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness

Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive

Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth

And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully, they disperse

Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax

Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back

Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth

 And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse

Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax

Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap

Damn

God damn you, God damn me

God damn us, God damn we

God damn us all

Verse 2 says, "You only have I known of all the families of the Earth, therefore I will punish you
for all your iniquities"

So until we come back to these commandments

Until you come back to these commandments

We gonna feel this way, we gonna be under this curse

Because He said He's gonna punish us

The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians

Are the true children of Israel

We are the Israelites, according to the Bible

The children of Israel

He's gonna punish us for our iniquities, for our disobedience

Because we chose to follow other gods

That man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee

So, just like you chasten your own son, He's gonna chasten you

Because He loves you, so that's why we get chastised

That's why we're in the position that we're in

Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments

And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us

We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live

Here, in today, in the United States of America

I love you, family, and I pray for you

God bless you

Shalom

This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah

Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah

Flex on swole like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah

You feel some type of way, then a-ha!

Huh, he-yeah (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

Ever since a young man (Since a young man)

All I wanna be was a gunman (Was a gunman)

Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man

Y'all gotta see that I won, man

Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT

Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT

I'm at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT

I'm sellin' verses, JT, watch me work it, JT

Look, look… hol' up!

Don't judge me! My mama caught me with a strap

Don't judge me! I was young, fuckin' all the brats

Don't judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack

Don’t judge! Don't judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak

Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak

Don't judge me! Won't you tell a friend? Y'all gon’ see—

This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah

Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah

Flex on swole like, "A-ha!", huh, he-yeah

You feel some type of way, then a-ha!

Huh, he-yeah (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

Fuck is you talkin' to?

Ayy, do you know who you talkin' to?

Slide on you like fallen drapes

God toss full of carnivals

I kill 'em with kindness

Or I kill 'em with diamonds

Or I put up like fifteen hundred

Get yo' ass killed by the finest

Everything in life is a gamble

Nothin' in life I can't handle

Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more

For the cause, I done put blood on sword

Everything I do is to embrace y'all

Everything I write is a damn eight ball

Everything I touch is a damn gold mine

Everything I say is from an angel

I don't rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit

Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift

I'm on, I ain't sorry for it

Asked for a piece of mind, you charged me for it

I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it

I'm in the streets sometimes and can't afford it

I got a bad habit, levitatin', duckin' haters

Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous

This what God feel like

Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like)

Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!"

(This what God feel like)

Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like)

Flex on swole like, "A-ha!"

(This what God feel like)

Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like)

You feel some type of way, then a-ha!

(This what God feel like)

Huh, he-yeah (This what God feel like, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

This what God feel like

It was always me versus the world

Until I found it's me versus me

Why, why, why, why?

Why, why, why, why?

Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth!

We gon' put it in reverse

Darling, I told you many times

And I am telling you once again

Just to remind you, sweetheart

That my—

Oh, Lamar

Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard

Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark

Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star

Life is one funny ma'fucker

A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him

I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep

Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep

See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects

The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect

Adaptation inevitable: gun violence, crack spot

Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals

Anthony was the oldest of seven

Well-respected, calm and collected

Laughin' and jokin' made life easier; hard times, mama on crack

A four-year-old tellin' his nanny he needed her

His family history: pimpin' and bangin'

He was meant to be dangerous, clocked him a grip and start slangin'

Fifteen, scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces

Even got some head from a smoker last weekend

Dodged a policeman, workin' for his big homie

Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him

Ten-thousand dollars out of a project housing, that's on the daily

Seen his first mill' twenty years old, had a couple of babies

Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case

Fingerprints on the gun they assumin', but witnesses couldn't prove it

That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin

He beat the case and went back to hustlin'

Bird-shufflin', Anthony rang

The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang, that 5.0 thing

They say 5-0 came, circlin' parking lots and parking spots

And hoppin' out while harrassin' the corner blocks

Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it

He brushed 'em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken

See, at this chicken spot, there was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot

With a curly top and a gap in his teeth, he worked the window

His name was Ducky, he came from the streets, The Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome

Drove to California with a woman on him and five-hundred dollars

They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college

Hustlin' on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it

Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends

Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket

'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it

Stuck up the place before, back in '84

That's when affiliation was really at gears of war

So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works, killin' us, crime

Intelligent, felonious prevalent proposition with 9's

Ducky was well-aware

They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year

He figured he'd get on these niggas' good sides

Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line, two extra biscuits

Anthony liked him and then let him slide, they didn't kill him

In fact, it look like they're the last to survive, pay attention

That one decision changed both of they lives, one curse at a time

Reverse the manifest and good karma, and I'll tell you why

You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments

Give 'em a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it

Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again

Inside recording studios where they reapin' their benefits

Then you start remindin' them about that chicken incident

Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence?

Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life

While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight