Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?

Oh yeah, me, I go by the name of DJ Drama

And on my side, that's Tyler Baudelaire

AKA Bunnyhop

AKA The Creator

Call me if you get lost, suckers (Hahaha)

We didn't come to play wit' you niggas

Look, tried to take somebody bitch 'cause I'm a bad person

I don't regret shit because that **** worth it

In the end, she picked him, I hope when they fuckin'

She still thinkin' of me 'cause I'm that perfect

I'ma get that deep text when this verse surface

Better send it to my ego 'cause that shit hurtin'

Hope y'all shit workin' (True story), I'm a psycho, huh?

Don't give a fuck, you left my heart twerkin'

Movin', losin', grip on my doings (Yeah)

Drama, I need you (Yessir), can you turn the noise up?

Can you turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up? (Go, go, go, go)

Turn the fuckin' noise up, ah, nigga, my heart broken

It's T, baby, uh

So, so, so, so

(I'm talking about the tippy-tippy-top)

(Your ladder will never allow you to get to these heights)

Please don't go, please just stay

Please don't go, please just stay (I can't fuck with me)

Please don't go, please just stay (None of y'all can fuck with me)

Please don't go yet, please just stay (None of y'all niggas can fuck with me)

Please don't go yet, please just stay

Please don't go yet, please just stay (Y'all can't fuck with T, baby)

Please don't go yet (I'm right here)

You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone. You don't even have the balls to begin with. What you need is me, someone to talk to, uh, it's been a while since our last session. So, tell me what's been going on

I'm not a fucking role model (I know this)

I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams

Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit

These mothafuckas think I'm 'sposed to live up to something? Shit

I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless

But getting more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (as you should)

Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares

At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird

Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked

Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked

He still hasn't called me yet (that's not your fault)

But that's a whole fucking different argument, shit, I got over it

And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy

A couple Hot Pockets and grandma could stop cooking

Them nasty ass collard greens, pressure's on me like this top hat

Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?

The 'preme shit is free and I don't drink, so fuck a wine set

Nigga, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity

I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity

Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper

Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research?

I'm the star of the group (Yeah)

So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you

(Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for?

To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?

Like I didn't make "Parade" or "Inglorious"

Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel?

Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off

In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off (I bet)

Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver (here)

Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor

People excited, thinking shit is so tight (For what?)

Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like

What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic?

And start Jackson him off until his cack blasting off? (No...)

Fuck that, (Yeah) These niggas ain't fucking with me

Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique

And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak

On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week

I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T

And some Waka Flocka Flame instead (I love that shit) of that real hip hop

That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique

Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released

But they don't get it, (They don't, it's not made for them) cause it's not made for them

The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him

But they do not have the mindset that's same as him

I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him

Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offended

They don't want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion

You see, that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen

Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not)

(I don't think anyone's going to men—I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you.)

College wasn't working and I wasn't working

So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting

But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait

Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit (I mean, you...)

Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since eight

And can afford to get my mother something on her birthday

(I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I...)

They claim the shit I say is just wrong

Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone

My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now

Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen

(So, what are you saying, take advantage?

I mean, you've been doing pretty good, I've seen that)

I still live in my grandma's house

Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches

I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement

My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then

And then I am confused if I want in or just out

My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling

I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout

And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die (No, you don't)

Odd Future came from the bottom

And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em

(I believe you) All you fucking lames don't have to like me

The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee

I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not

Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar

Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars

Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks

Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone

Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)

This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown

About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)

Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit

While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men

(Syd, shut the fuck up)

Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)

You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline

For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine

And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time

But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time

(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me

I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

(What you think of Hayley Williams?)

I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders

And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)

All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em

But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em

It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em

Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves

It's been a couple months

And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave

Damn

They say success is the best revenge

Oh, not again, another critic writing report

And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch

(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G

I just wanna know if my father would ever like me

But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me

A motherfuckin' goblin

(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said

Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Dead

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us

Books on not giving a fuck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang!)

And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us (Bitch!)

You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head

I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist

Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter

Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox

Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore

That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)

I hate this, screaming, "Fuck patience!"

Got a nigga shaking like the calmest, fucking Haitian

After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary Kate went

I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick

I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose

Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose

She running 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose

Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system

Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you

With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup

Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches

Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker

Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her

In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper

Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed

Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust

And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick

Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer

They will never catch him or catch up

They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup

Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum

Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yeah (Wolf Gang)

This the type of shit that make children break in apartments

When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin

Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland

Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border (arriba!)

I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water

Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter

(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins

Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing

Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah

With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister

Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick

I got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah Bob, this nigga’s sick"

Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry

Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie

I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches

I said fuck coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes

Being the only bastard in a box logo casket

Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets

In some Kanye West glasses screaming out "fuck faggots"

Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick

Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic

What the fuck?

I... I'm speechless, that was... fuck

Shit, Tyler, you're gonna need some help

I'm not a... fuck it, different subject

How's that girl you were telling me about?

Odd Future

Wolf Gang

They are them

We are us

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Say it loud!

Like you mean it!

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?

To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?

Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck

Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough

And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)

Full of shit, like I ate that john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick

I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to

So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"

I got ten of these Kennedy's

'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy

I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop

The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me

Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be

Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Wolf Gang, triple six crew

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

Wolf Gang, triple six crew

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

Free Earl, that's the fucking shit

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique

Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches

We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang

How can I get through? Don't leave so soon

How can I get through? To the moon

How can I get through? To the moon

Early afternoon, I wanna go to the moon Take you to the moon

Don't leave so soon Woah

Don't leave so soon

How could I get through? Yeah

How can I get through? Ooh

Early afternoon, I wanna go to the moon Ooh, take you to the moon

Don't leave so soon Ooh

Don't leave so soon Don't leave so soon

How could I get through? How could I get through?

Children growing, women producing

Men go work and some go stealing

Everyone's got to make a living

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'

About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin'

Man, it's hard to be an angel when you surrounded by demons Jesus

I watched so many people leave Lord

I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's sеasonin'

God got you, the devil's watchin', he just peekin' in

I know I madе a promise that I'd never let the reaper in Jesus

But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends Lord

And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end

You been down so much you don't even know what's upstairs Jesus

Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there Lord

And while I introduce the party, you say it's up there

Too many pills, so much potions, so much pain, too many emotions

And everything that you do good, it just go unnoticed Jesus

Did He tell you that you good and just stay focused? Lord

That woman rode with me like a Harley Lord

Visions of my cousins in a cell really scarred me

Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army

'Cause they been killin' **** since **** was watchin' Barney Jesus

You want dreams to come true? But I have nightmares Lord

'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here

Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here

But I'm just reaching for the stars like Buzz Lightyear Jesus

And now I'm lightyears ahead of those nightmares Lord

I deaded those night terrors when the night clears

And mama steady crying 'cause she really the victim Jesus

And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid

That's a family portrait, and her daughter just absorbed it

Sixteen, pregnant, baby daddy say she should abort it Jesus

But we can't afford it, so she decides to move forward Lord

Baby shower time, father didn't show up

Now she just feeling nauseous like she finna throw up

The water flows down her legs, yeah, it's finna go up Jesus

A year done went by, her daughter just turned one Lord

And she's still dependent on her mom

Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun

He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb Jesus

Is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?

From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us Jesus

A week done flew by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys Lord

When you said give me a ring, you really meant a ring, huh?

Turned out to be more than just a fling, huh?

Three hours to get back from Palm Springs, huh?

Who you know spend an hour in Walgreens, huh?

You know you'll always be my favorite prom queen

Even when we in dad shoes or mom jeans

Too many complaints made it hard for me to think

Would you shut up? I can't hear myself drink

We used to do the freak like seven days a week

It's the best collab since Taco Bell and KFC, uh

Talk to me nicely, don't come at me loud

You had a Benz at sixteen, I could barely afford a Audi

How you gon' try to say sometimes it's not about me?

Man, I don't know what I would do without me

Billionaire sport, step up to the court

They rented a room, we bought the resort

Time and space is a luxury

But you came here to show that you still in love with me

Startin' to feel like you ain't been happy for me lately, darlin'

'Member when you used to come around and serenade me, woah

But I guess it's gone different in a different direction lately

Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me Wheezy outta here

Your gun off safety

Speak first, don't break me

Harsh words, you're angry

Lord, don't take me, oh, oh

You know the kids gon' act a fool

When you stop the programs for after school

And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic

They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"

We scream: "rocks, blow, weed, park," see, now we smart

We ain't retards the way teachers thought

Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash

Now, tell my mama I belong in that slow class

It's bad enough we on welfare

They tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair

I'm tryna get the car with the chrome-y wheels here

They tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here

Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us

When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance

Sometimes, I feel no one in this world understands us

But we don't care what people say, my niggas—

Man I promise, she's so self conscious

She has no idea what she doing in college

That major that she majored in don't make no money

But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny

Now, tell me that ain't insecurr

The concept of school seems so securr

Sophmore three yurrs ain't picked a carurr

She like fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair

Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs

Cause her baby daddy don't really care

She's so precious with the peer pressure

Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexis

She had hair so long that it looked like weave

Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve

And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe

Single black female addicted to retail and well

Oh when it all, it all falls down

Uh, and when it falls down who you gon' call now?

Oh when it all, it all falls down

C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down

Man I promise, I'm so self-conscious

But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem

The prettiest people do the ugliest things

For the road to riches and diamond rings

We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us

We trying to buy back our 40 acres

And for that paper, look how low we a stoop

Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe

Oh when it all, it all falls down

Uh, and when it falls down who you gon' call now?

Oh when it all, it all falls down

C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down

I say fuck the police, that's how I treat 'em

We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom

We'll buy a lot of clothes but we don't really need 'em

Things we buy to cover up what's inside

Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth

That's why shorties holler, "Where the ballers at?"

And the white man get paid off of all of that

But I ain't even gonna act holier than thou

We all self-conscious I'm just the first to admit it

Oh when it all, it all falls down

Uh, and when it falls down who you gon' call now?

Oh when it all, it all falls down

C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down

Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat

At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit-ins

And with that in my blood I was born to be different

Like it take a lot more than doo rags to get you waves

So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter

And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up

And I know that you were smiling when you see the car I bought her

You sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye

'Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye

First Aaliyah now Romeo must die

I know I got angels watching me from the other side

And I don't care 'bout

All the diamond rings, all the diamond rings

They don't mean a thing All, all, all the things

All these fancy things

I tell you that all is my weight and gold

All that glitters is not gold, now gold is not reality

Now all I know I know all these things

Real is what you lease on me

All all all the diamond rings diamond rings

They don't mean a thing All, all, all the things

They don't mean a thing All, all, all the things

All all that glitters is not gold, now gold is not reality

They don't mean a thing a thing

All, all, all the things

They don't mean a thing a thing a thing

I don't care what they don't mean a thing

All, all, all the things all these fancy things

I tell you that all is my weight and gold

All I know, I know all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, And I don't care why all these things

All these things, all these things

All these things, all these things...

Let's get Stevie outta jail

Nights my mind is speedin' by, I'm holdin' on

Askin' God to help 'em, are you hearin' me?

Girl is tellin' me she don't know what she want

Lotta demons creepin' up, they're livin' underneath

Gotta take a minute, y'all, traveled far

Feelin' somethin', no, I can't ignore my instincts

Back just where I started, it's the same old damaged song

It's the shit I need

Tryna find it on the right track

Oh, wanna be just where the free at

Hm, talk to Him, He don't speak back

Hm, can't losе, I'm in the third act

Lord seein' me swervе

Do this to my loved ones, I've got some nerve

Don't think I'm not sorry

Hm, hear me now, hey

This time I'm ready for it

Can't stop this war in me

Can't stop this war in me, in me, in me

Hm, hear me now, hey

This time I'm ready for it

This fight, this war in me

This fight, this war in me, in me, in me

Hm, I been here before

Hm, hm, I been here before, hm

Can't stop this war in me

Can't stop this war in me, in me, in me

As the story goes, hey, hey

As the story goes, hm

This fight, this war in me

This fight, this war in me, in me, in me

Tryna find it on the right track

Oh, wanna be just where the free at

Talk to Him, He don't speak back

Hm, can't lose, I'm in the third act

See, it seems I'll never learn

I won't stop 'til I crash and burn

Tell my mom I'm sorry

Hm, hear me now, hey

This time I'm ready for it

Can't stop this war in me

Can't stop this war in me, in me, in me

Hm, hear me now, hey

This time I'm ready for it

This fight, this war in me

This fight, this war in me, in me, in me

I been here before, hey, hey

I been here before, hm

Can't stop this war in me

Can't stop this war in me, in me, in me

And the story goes, hey, hey

As the story goes, hm

This fight, this war in me

This fight, this war in me, in me, in me

No, I ain't got time for no fuckers, no fakes

Rager mode, see I'm stuck in my ways

Strappin' in with the troops and my syndicate

Swear to God, get the fuck out my face, nigga (Yeah)

Tell these niggas they finished, no eulogy

This the shit they been missin', now raise 'em high

Been doin' it, doin' it, doin' it (Perfect, perfect)

Wanted the lights my whole life (Yeah)

Coulda gonе bad, could be trife

Lotta good niggas got caught in the fight (Nigga)

No, this ain't cinеma, psych (Yeah)

Realest of realest now off in the night

Catchin' him pullin' up

I might be hoppin' out with somethin' fit, she thick

My bitch, she murder 'em

But something's off, I can feel it (Yeah)

My angel's gone (Shh), and I'm fuckin' loaded

Nah, man, no one could've saved me (Mmm)

I look around and see this shit made me (Yeah)

They think they know me, I think not

Hey, see me, I control the plot (Mmm)

Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop

Yeah, caught in the moonlight

In the mirror, used to hate what I'd see (Mmm)

Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop

Uh, little homie, in the room

In-in the room, boy on the moon

(Had-had no-no one) No one to hang out with

Talk that shit to just my little homies

One year younger, they ain't get where I was going

Lonely in my room

I-I mean me, up on the moon

Entertained myself, laughed at myself

As I grew to be a teen, I disguised myself

Had the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls

Tried every sport just to impress all the girls

Instead of all the ladies, 'cause they talked down

I was too artsy, known to be a clown (Hmm)

(Ah-huh) And now my Facebook poppin'

'Cause I told the same girls I would be the hot shit

One day

Yeah, yeah, uh, big homie, made the move

Made-made the move, flew off the moon

Still (Had no-no one) no one to hang out with

Talk that shit to just my Brooklyn niggas

All I would wonder is when will my time come

Had mad jobs and I lost damn near all of them

Thinkin' 'bout my bosses, yep I hated all of them

Studio at night had me hustlin' to most of them

Nigga, I was late damn near every day

But I'ma be on time when my stars align

When my soul was happy on my Ramen diet

Followed by a loosey, was the meal of grinders

If you knowin' the truth, all you think about is that thing

Always be a hater tryna shoot down any dream

Until you meet a kid like K-I

Niggas thought I was crazy, my mama know I stay high

We getting money, mom

Day and night

I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind

I look for peace, but see, I don't attain

What I need for keeps, this silly game we play, play

Now look at this

Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me

I try to run, but see, I'm not that fast

I think I'm first but surely finish last, last

'Cause day and night

He's all alone through the day and night

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night

Day and night

He's all alone, some things will never change

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night

Hold the phone

He's on the move, can't seem to shake the shade

Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made

The pain is deep

A silent sleeper, you won't hear a peep, peep

The girl he wants don't seem to want him too

It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

'Cause day and night

The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night

He's all alone through the day and night

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night

Day and night

The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night

He's all alone, some things will never change

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night

Day and night

He's all alone through the day and night

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night

Day and night

He's all alone, some things will never change

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night

At, at, at night, night

At, at, at night, night

So mean

So mean

I'm feeling strange in the night

I'm not myself, I feel I'm thrown into a fight

Ah, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nothing's right

My skin is burning and my heart begins to speed

There's something going wrong with me

I am changing rapidly, ay

I'm feeling stronger, more alert, I'm on the move, mm

I smell her scent, and I know I will find her soon, soon, soon

The one to come and free me from this fate

I'll find her, it's not too late, hey, hey

Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same

I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain

Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang

I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang, it's time to fuck up the whole game!

Game, game, game, game

I can tell it

I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? Ya heard?

I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? Ya heard?

I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? Ya heard?

Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh

Shut the fuck up!

What you say, nigga? Time's out

Let's start over with this conversation

You sound super crazy right now

And I got my two kids listenin'? I'm just playing

You said what? I said I'm just-

Uh-uh, nigga, you got me fucked up

Shut the fuck up!

I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? Ya heard?

I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? Ya heard?

I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? Ya heard?

Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard?

Shut the fuck up!

People really think I'm an asshole, I say anything C'mon

Truthfully, I just say what I really think

Like I'm too fresh, man, to be an under-class-man Too fresh

Would say, "Suck my dick"—but that's sexual harassment Take that, let's go!

Fuck around and really come through in a murse on ya Come on

Who else you know design ya stage and do your merch over? Come on

And if you lame, do your verse over Yeah

I changed the game like I'm Kurt Warner Yeah, keep going

I run the game like I'm Time Warner Yeah

This ain't no Teen Choice Awards, slime slide on ya Keep goin', yeah

And make your home for mama's fried roasting

Had leans and Beams, tomatoes, Mercedes

Had keys and grams, just me and Yams

Yeah, come on

I can tell it

I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? Take that, yeah

I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? Ya heard?

I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? Take that

Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh Take that, take that

Ayo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit

This is Harlem, motherfuckers Yeah, take that, take that

The fuck you think? Uptown, nigga!

Mob, A$AP, Same Gang, Tone Wop

Harlem

Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded

Life's a bitch and she pussy pop, know why? Cause I got her open

That pussy soaking, fuck is you promoting?

Yeah, you claim you rage, you hating like you live in Oakland

All my rap town niggas with the roof back

Introduce you niggas to the new swag

Make you say a nigga blew up too fast

Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new ass?

Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new cash?

Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls

All I ever do is let my jewels sag

Pac gone, but the "Juice" back

Get your popcorn, juice, snacks

It's a movie nigga, with a new cast

Get the news flash, that the truth back

This is boom bap, mixed with new raps

Look at all the niggas that I blew past

Hood by Air, to the do-rag

Nigga make way for the new jacks

It's Mr. Pistol Popper screaming, "Fuck a copper"

I just bought a crispy choppa, finna fuck your block up, blocka!

Even cracked the pavement that's for niggas hating

I been impatiently waiting to show you niggas Satan

All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me

Bitch, I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me

Shooters round me, keep them looters round me

Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from round me

Couple of them dudes surround me

With a gat, with a strap in a backpack

When they cap cap, leave you flat, better back back

On a fast track, ratatat, nigga that's that

Nigga pass that, finna ash, where the hash at

Got a Kat Stacks with a ass, finna smash that

Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pass that

Off to my niggas then she ask, "Where the cash at?"

I see dead people, I need dead people

Lord Pretty Flacko, bitch, I behead people

Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King

Long Live A$AP put that on everything

Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide

Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm lucified

Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker you decide

Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide

Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized

Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side

Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God

Who am I? Lord Flacko

Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso

Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal

Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso

It's like you heard God spoke, I seen the ghetto gospel

The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low

The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks

Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide

It's a fine line between truth and lies

That's why I never judge another nigga

Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas

3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga

Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga

Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?

So my new attitude is like "Fuck them niggas!"

I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas

I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas

Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas

Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us

Meanwhile, you treated all of us like other niggas

Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas

Where do we lie

Tell me where do we stand

Where do we go

It's all part of the plan

Where do we lie

Tell me where do we stand

Where do we go

It's all part of the plan

Fuck a bitch, I don't trust no bitch with my government (Fuck 'em)

Fuck a friend, I don't want no friends with no open hands (Fuck 'em)

Everyone that I've ever known asked me for a loan (Yeah)

Leave me 'lone, .44 Stallone, get a nigga gone (Yeah)

Raging Bull, this not Paid in Full, but I kill my own (Fuck 'em)

Yes, I love you 'cause you Black, but don't love your ass like that (Nah)

I will put you on a shirt if you fuck me out my racks (Dead homies)

Cherry Ave, Downey Ave, ho, you average (Ayy)

Louis bag, Gucci bag, you got baggage (Bitch)

Dairy Ave, Locust Ave, ho, you average (Bitch)

Birkin bag, Chloe bag, you got baggage (Yeah)

You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Never ever, ever ever)

You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Ever ever, never ever, never ever)

AMGs and SMGs, I'm into that shit, ayy (Dead homies)

Only love her if she ratchet (Yeah), ayy, if that ass sit, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Got a squabble, now he Cassius Clay (Clay)

But I'm Hurricane Carter, you know I'm gon' catch a case

But "Lil Wayne Carter" what I call my .38 (Fireman, nigga)

Kiss your baby in the face if you play with where I stay (Where your kids, ayy)

Cherry Ave, Downey Ave, ho, you average (Cherry Ave shit)

Louis bag, Gucci bag, you got baggage (Downey Ave shit)

Dairy Ave, Locust Ave, ho, you average (Yeah, Locust Ave shit)

Birkin bag, Chloe bag, you got baggage (You got bags, bitch)

You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Never ever, ever-ever)

You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Yeah)

The story of my life started out

Fuck a bitch, I don't trust no bitch with my government (Yeah)

Lately, you the only one I can tell

Give in to insanity, paying the first looks

I'm in your wild dreams

I ain't gon' lie Nah, always been the one to cuff Uh-huh

I ain't gon' lie Uh-huh, sometimes, I hit it once and then I'm stuck Aw, yeah

I ain't gon' lie Nah, no, you not the only one You're never the only one, baby

I ain't gon' lie, she only want me 'cause I money-touch

I hate July I hate it, sheesh, crime is high, the summer sucks We run it up

Can't even hit the beach without my heat, it's in my trunks

They ride the tide Yeah, I don't got no one to trust Can't trust, you know what's out here, man

Trust and believe I see the shit that's up your sleeve Ain't fooling nobody, cuz

Come fuck with me, we living fast as SRTs, yeah Hundred on the dash

Don't come for me unless GoFundMe what you seek, yeah Put you on your ass, lil' nigga

They lighting candles on the curb, they not Diptyques Naw

My hood impatient Yeah, so be wary if it's beef, yeah Naw, you know how Norfside with it

Pull up, location is the belly of the beast, yeah Ayy, pull up

It's just you and me You know it, you and me

Pay me what you owe, this shit ain't free

Nah

I don't wanna die, but I will for the cause (Dead homies)

Swallowing my pride like them pills y'all be off (Hell nah, yeah)

I hate every time that you ask, "Can we talk?" (Hell nah, yeah)

Tell me what I did now, drying off your tears now

Fighting for some years now, something gotta give (For real)

I don't wanna rebound, I just wanna sleep sound

Don't wanna dream 'bout the shit I done did (Walk 'em down)

You know these trips come with baggage (Yeah), been all 'cross this atlas

But keep coming back to this place 'cause they trapped us (The hood)

I preach what I practice, these streets all I know

And there's no place like home (No place like home, six-eight, yeah)

Ooh (Alright, alright)

Take, take me home, like I clicked my shoes (Aw yeah, aw yeah)

I'm up, the price is sky-high (Sky-high)

Please save your two cents, I'm fine

I got no sensor, I vibe

Like, "Ooh, ah, ooh, ah"

Only abide by my rules

Yeah, I'm on PCH, going south, blower on the seat

With the windows down, music loud, let 'em hear the beat (Let 'em hear it now)

When it's quiet out, I hear the sound of those who rest in peace

And we riding out, finding out where them niggas be (Where they be at with it?)

If they hanging out, lay 'em out, airing out the street (Knock 'em down)

Then it's out the way, out-of-state, please don't tell on me (PCH)

Don't need no more felonies (Please), all these broken memories (Please)

I be solo dolo, never know who working with police (Yeah)

When I hit the set, it's loaded; I don't know who envy me

I'm the only one who made it out—you remember me?

Is you a frenemy? You plan on killing me? No?

Ooh (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)

And I make mistakes sometimes

I

I tried

I can't tell you who's an ally

I can't tell you who

Who

School couldn't get me into Heaven

And Heaven couldn't get me in a bitch bed

Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick

Got them clothes, whole Polo outfits

Feelin' like Young Dro, summertime '06

Thirteen years old runnin' my home, ya bitch

Believe that, we was thuggin' on the back street

Catchin' cases, probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days

Dog was a maniac

You dig your own grave when you fuckin' with the Lord

Catch a fade, probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

Bobby Johnson ain't my OG, this ain't no movie role

Thunderbird with Gold D's, a felon and parolee

McDonald's for the Double Cheese, pockets fit a couple C-Notes

Up on the screen door saying topack it up and leave

But we don’t read those

But homie, let me proceed

Knocking on the screen door, asking for their homie, Nate

Ten to twenty each, 4 p.m. he leave, so don't be late

Pots on top of the furnace, Glocks on top of the kitchen

'Cause testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions

Police knocking at my door, pretending nobody hear 'em

Police knocking down my door with judicial system permission

Contraband in where we living, hope I don't get thrown away

In the prison, dogs are sniffing, backyard full of K's

Catch a case and knock it out, niggas fighting every day

Choppers circle 'cause a nigga chop hard on the blade

Got broads on the base, slanging rude, we banging too

Where you from? If they got that back, we clapping, coming through

Going dumb, forties, selling water, profit from the slums

Since we was young, money been the motive

Nigga, get you some guns and dope

Bruh, I love them guns and dope, find me slanging for the low

Come around, you getting domed, somebody at the door

Can barely even hang to build a case off cameras

CCAT trackin' criminal patterns

Trickin' niggas into takin' strikes to get out faster

Freedom bribery nigga, cause we hardly acquit

Social media that lead to flash photography snitchin'

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good

Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet

If you flippin', kill a fifty, then you get in a chair

Payin' taxes for some fuckin' clowns to ride around

Whoopin' niggas asses, scared to man up

Handcuffs givin' niggas gashes on the wrist

I used to lift my fist to fight the power with

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

[Bridge]

LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit

Ridin' 'round these streets givin' out full clips

LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit

Ridin' 'round these streets givin' out full clips

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Freeze

Bitches ain't shit but hoes, I been known this

Niggas gon' snitch regardless, Mitch showed us

Never gon' switch, my momma raised soldiers

Up, I'm up now, these hoes all in love now

Wanna fuck now, they beg to bend over

Half these hoes chauffeurs, half these hoes useless

Fucked the face toothless, easy, so ruthless

Ask where he from then leave his dome roofless

Sweet Chin Music kick back, gruesome

Watch out for Judas, Vice and G Unit

5-0 fucking with the yayo too

L-B-P-D get sprayed on too

Always keep it GC, ask my homies for the proof

Blowing 40s as a youth, Thump Deuce in the Chevy

Hit the corner, run up on him, turn a nigga to Spaghettios

Bitches ain't shit but tricks, I been known that

Blowing on dicks for spliffs and cold Cognac

Out club hoppin', hoppin' in Kodak's

Finna party like it's prom tonight

Finna kill a nigga walkin' to his mom’s tonight

Shit real in the field, get caught, don't squeal

Best deal that the judge finna offer: life

Play this track in Calipat, get it poppin' in the prison

And play this shit in Ironwood where my little brother livin'

Live or die for the whoopin' or the Crippin', pick a side

Death row, till they put you in the Pikachu to fry

That's life, three strikes, that's life

Three hoes, half dyke, this can be a long night

Long road to the riches, bravos from the bitches

Coulda' been a felon selling nickels off of Linden

Nigga, fuck that

Bitches think they livin' in a dream 'til I wake 'em up

Faded off the liquor, limousines waiting in the front

Trying to trade the hoes life for the red rose life

Hope we roll dice, but a seed ain't what you want

18 years with a check coming every month

Every step you take will get you closer to the paper

Pay attention to the ones known

The Marilyn Monroes use their wombs as ways to move forward

Fall with the rules to bask in the glory

Bastard child often lost in the story

Sad and unfortunate, but the game's to win

He don't love her at all, but he fuckin' her raw

How you follow a heart colder than winter in Prague

Lost in the world, just tryin' to figure where to go from here

Wonder what her motive is, she wonder what your focus is

Every man she ever felt done lied and left her to herself

Scared of the future, runnin' from the past

Like she's starin' in the grave while you starin' at her ass

Young, dumb, and depraved, heart numb from the pain

Eyes strain from the tears, yeah, she stuck in her ways

Well, this is what it look like right before you fall

Stumblin' around, you've been guessing your direction

Next step, you can't see at all

And I don't have a name, I don't have a name, no

Who am I to blame? Who am I to blame though?

And I cannot be changed, I cannot be changed, no

Trust me, I've tried

I just end up right at the start of the line

Drawin' circles

Mmm

Well, I drink my whiskey, and you sip your wine

We're doing well, sittin', watchin' the world fallin' down, its decline

And I can keep you safe, I can keep you safe, mmm

Do not be afraid, do not be afraid

You're feeling sorry, I'm feeling fine

It's gettin' pretty late, gettin' pretty late

Damn, and I find

It goes around like the hands that keep countin' the time

Drawin' circles

Outside is cloudy, but I like that better Better, better

Behind the wheel, but still ain't on my way

Some people say they want to live forever

Without any complications Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Does it always gotta, does it always gotta

Gotta be so complicated? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Well, I'm way too young to be gettin' old

I try, but can't clean up this mess I made

'Fore I start to think about the future

First, can I please get through a day?

Without any complications Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Does it always gotta, does it always gotta

Gotta be so complicated? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Well, I'm way too young to be gettin' old

Some people say they want to live forever

Without any complications Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Does it always gotta, does it always gotta

Gotta be so complicated? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Well, I'm way too young to be gettin' old

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, it's all my fault

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, I know

Time moving slowly, I'm bouncing my head off the wall

I know nobody that knows where we're going at all

Don't, don't, don't, don't let me down

And I'll pick you up, I'll help you get around

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, it's all my fault

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, I know

I don't know where I've been lately, but I've been alright

I said good morning this morning and I'll say good night

Don't, don't, don't, don't wait around

We'll take the stairs that gets us into there

It's unfair when I'm being too proud, but

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, it's all my fault

That's on me, that's on me, I know

That's on me, that's on me, I know

Yeah, it's been a while without your face

But I saw your picture on the wall the other day

Too much distance, too much space

You need to come back home or run along, yeah

I'm waitin' for the light to change

You ask me how I've been, well I'm good, I can't complain

Times get harder, things get strained

All I know, I don't want you gone

I know it hasn't been easy lately

But you don't wanna leave me, baby

And you know I hate to keep you waitin'

But when it's right, then it's right, yeah

Days turn into nights

Love turn into life

Girl, you been burnin' so bright, let me turn off the lights

Stay awake 'til the mornin', yeah

It ain't always great, but it's never borin', yeah

And I been itchin' for your love

Don't want to feel a single thing if it ain't your touch

Just want to stumble into us

But baby, don't stop now 'cause it ain't over, yeah

Few years ago I was so dumb

Clueless, young and stupid, but look at who I have become

I ain't gonna break your heart, promise it's always safe

Baby, don't go now, pull me closer

I know it hasn't been easy lately

But you don't wanna leave me, baby Woah

You know I hate to keep you waitin'

But I know when it's right, then it's right, yeah

Days turn into nights

'Cause love turn into life

Girl, you been burnin' so bright, let me turn off the lights

Stay awake 'til the mornin'

It ain't always great, but it's never borin'

Ayo you fuck wit' dat

Uh you gotta fuck wit' dat

You in love wit' dat

Look, uh, Mac Miller

Takin' sips from the fountain of youth

If you ain't heard about the kid then you out of the loop

As I'm sittin' back starin' at this world in my eyes

See out the window in my room that I’m hidden inside

I'm just a kid who stays speakin' his thoughts, talkin' his mind

Life a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride

Put my heart up on the page, and the song gonna cry

There’s logic behind the way stayin' caught in a lie, boy

Ain't a shock that I'm a topic of discussion

Muhfuckers want my spot so they probably wish I wasn't

They give a little love like everyone does

And I don't blame 'em, 'cause those who above me, I'm gunnin' for

Try and make my way to the top, startin' from the floor

And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war

'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before

Takin' over piece by piece, startin' from the core

It's only been a year, I can stick around a hundred more

Uh, look

They told me never fall in love, it never works out in your favor

You way too young and right now that's just human nature

You think you love her, but you don't

Think you gon' be with her for the rest of your life, you prolly won't

But on my side, shorty just attacked me from the blindside

Used to be a player now I'm sidelined

Connect like Wi-fi, mixed like tie-dye

She feelin' cute wanna wear a little lingerie, voila

It ain't a sexual thing though

In love with me now, she never huntin' me down

I'm tryna have it all, she ain't comin' around

It's like a never-endin' chase, longer than a marathon

See the smile on her face, and I can't help but carry on

Uh, I know you love me don't lie Don't lie

Uh, but you just gotta be mine, 'cause

Don't you feel good, don't you feel great?

I feel so fly and I hope you can relate

I got some brand new shoes and a brand new tee

It's the same old dude but a brand new me

I've been up and I've been down

Thought I was the coolest motherfucker around

But, I'm just another face in the crowd

I said, "I'm just another face in the crowd"

Don't you feel good, don't you feel great?

I feel so fly and I hope you can relate

I got some brand new shoes and a brand new tee

It's the same old dude but a brand new me

I've been up and I've been down

Thought I was the coolest motherfucker around

But, I'm just another face in the crowd

I said, "I'm just another face in the crowd"

Don't you feel good, don't you feel great?

I feel so fly and I hope you can relate

I got some brand new shoes and a brand new tee

It's the same old dude but a brand new me

I've been up and I've been down

Thought I was the coolest motherfucker around

But, I'm just another face in the crowd

I said, "I'm just another face in the crowd"

Supercomputer status, walkin' along streets

Everyone is an addict, stumbling concrete

What was the motivation? Constant communication

Everybody wanna get chose like Moses

Came out Mother Earth smelling like roses

Summon the new edition, made it way too efficient

Made us the guinea pig and did it with no permission

Told it to call a friend, didn't tell it to listen

So very scary, so binary, zero or one

Like or dislike, coal mine canary

I dream in color, not black and white

You sell your daughter on that data stream

Dopamine make it hit now

Humans don't understand, humans gon' sell a lie

Humans gotta survive, we know we gon' die

Nothing can live forever, you know we gon' try

Life, is it really worth it? The algorhythm is perfect, mmh

Step, step, slide, slide

Move your body from side to side

Clap your hands, don't spite the vibe

Keep on moving, you might survive

Pressure is to evolve, take a bite of the apple

We crush it into the sauce, how do we know the cost?

How do we know the truth without feeling what could be false?

Freedom of being wrong, freedom of being lost

Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute

Feelin' like the devil did it Devil did it, ooh

Lord willing, I'ma step to it Step to it

You gon' fall behind if you can't do it Ooh, yeah

Is you eating good over there now? No

Human ain't the move, do I care now? No

Looking for something worth it, the algorhythm is perfect, mmh

You take me to the fair

But I don't really care

You wouldn't change a hair

Sometimes I wonder why you love me

But you love me

I always make you cry

No matter how I try

Sometimes I wonder why

Why would you ever want to love me?

Must you love me? Oh

I got them feelings bad, hey

Most them bones goin' bad, ayy

I got them bones, bones me

Feel so bonafide, ayy

You got them feelings up on me

On me and up in front of me

And his mama's on fire

Man, your mama don't ride

I'm a funky motherfucker, man

Don't fucking call me

When you don't wan' talk to me

I been the man, don't fire me

Boom, boom, shooting

Things I'm gon' do

Everything all bad

Things ain't all bad

I used to dream every night, now I never dream at all

I'm hopin' that it's cause I'm livin' everything I want

They called me "fat nose," my mom say, "You handsome to me"

Mrs. Glover ma'am, your son is so advanced

But he's acting up in class and keeps peeing in his pants

And I just wanna fit in, but nobody was helping me out

They talking hood shit and I ain't know what that was about

Cause hood shit and black shit is super different

So I'm talking hood shit and cool it now like New Edition

Mom and dad wouldn't listen

They left the Bronx so I wouldn't be that

All their friends in NY deal crack

It's weird, you think that they'd be proud of 'em

But when you leave the hood

They think that you look down on 'em

The truth is we still struggle on a different plane

Facebook messaging hopin' that could patch up shit

But all they get now is, "Can your son read this script?"

And I hate it there

They all make fun of my clothes and wanna touch my hair

Skateboardin' down at Washington Square

Facebook messages from college kids who hollerin'

Girls like, "We love you, we go to LSU,"

"You gotta do a show so we can come and molest you!"

This rap stuff is magic

I used to get called "Oreo" and "faggot"

I used to get more laughs when I got laughed at

"Oh, you got a mixtape? That's fantastic!"

But everybody thought it was jokes though

They half right, the joke is

I got flow so don't act like

You ain't sittin' there with your friends like, it can't be

I know Donald Glover, he weak man, he campy

I'm still knocked down, but I up the ante

Me and hip-hop, that black Sid and Nancy, let 'em know

It's hard to make Hov the footsteps you followin'

Especially when your niggas look like Carlton

The pretty girls usin' skin so soft

Only be likin' black dudes with their hats broke off

Nigga, you act too soft

No live shows, cause I can't find sponsors

For the only black kid at a Sufjan concert

"Yeah, so, whatcha gonna do man?

You don't speak to the hood, man"

If I was given one chance I think I could, man

All I do is make the stuff I would've liked

Reference things I wanna watch, reference girls I wanna bite

Now I'm firefly like a burning kite

And you's a fake fuck like a fleshlight

Even dudes who like me straight lookin' at me crazy

Like, how the hell he drop a EP and meet JAY-Z?

Girls used to tell me I ain't cool enough

Now text me pics sayin', "You could tear this up!"

I don't really like shades, big rims, or jewelry

But gettin' time of day from a model is new to me

Bein' me isn't as hard as it used to be

Now everyone sing the chorus man, you do it so beautifully

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out

I'm burnin' everything you mothafuckas talk about

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out

I'm burnin' everything you mothafuckas talk about

Oh, I want it, yeah

Whenever you need my hand

I'll hold you down, oh

Oh, you want it, yeah

Why in the fuck these niggas

Tryin' to hold me down, oh

Yeah, uh

Why in the fuck these niggas

Try and hold me down, ohh

"You such a fuckin' lame!"

It's what they used to yell back in seventh grade

Lookin' fly man, I'm flossin' now

But them niggas saw through me

"Are you serious? What is this?"

Took the jacket off third period, ellipsis

Listening to "Sky Is the Limit" on my Walkman

Thinking if Biggie can make it through it, man then I can

Dope-boy swag, I always wanted that

But my persona was always more of that Arthur Ashe

But no love for the son of a commuter who was a radio head

And okay at them computers at the post office

It's funny how you smoke niggas then you start coffins

All my people need throat lozenge

My fear is dead, ambition drove the hearse

Oh, I want it, yeah

Whenever you need my hand

I'll hold you down, oh

Oh, you want it, yeah

Why in the fuck these niggas

Tryin' to hold me down, oh

The reason that they say I'm nothin' what they seen or heard's

The same reason Will Smith always opposite Latino girls

They only see you how they wanna see you

'Til you make them see you in some other way

'Cause even if you're bad at it, you could Tiger Woods or MJ

We warriors, we all need senseis

Change everything that we've done so far

I don't mean makin' B.E.T. T.E.R

I mean just the way that we see each other

I won't stop until they say:

"James Franco is the white Donald Glover"

Yeah, these niggas wanted Cookie, but instead I gave 'em Loch Ness

Sick Boi for life, my swag is in a hospice

Aimin' for the throne, Jay and Ye said to watch that

They ask me what I'm doin', and I said I'm stealin' rock back

Nigga

Oh, I want it, yeah

Whenever you need my hand

I'll hold you down, oh

Oh, you want it, yeah

Why in the fuck these niggas

Tryin' to hold me down, oh

Oh, I want it, yeah

Whenever you need my hand

I'll hold you down, oh

Oh, you want it, yeah

Why in the fuck these niggas

Tryin' to hold me down, oh

All these haters, see you later

All that I could do, but you don't even feel me though

I know you know I know you got that power

That power

Oh, oh-oh

So CG, but a nigga stay real though

I'm fly, I'm ill, I'm runnin' shit

3-points, field goal

Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell

Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian, bail

Yeah, they starin' at me jealous 'cause I do shows bigger

But your looks don't help like an old gold digger

Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone-cold killer

So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas

Yeah, now that's the line of the century

Niggas missed it, too busy, they lyin' 'bout penitentiary

Man, you ain't been there, nigga you been scared

And I'm still livin' single like Synclaire

Mm Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes

'Cause it's Oreos, Twinkies, coconuts, delicious

All these haters, see you later

All that I could do, but you don't even feel me though Brra

I know you know I know you got that power

That power

Oh, oh-oh

Holla, holla, holla, holla at your boy

Like your dad when he's pissed off

Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk

Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk

People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long

Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin'

And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins

How'd it happen? Honesty did it

See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit

Yeah, I bodied the limits and I deaded them fakers

Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters

So, my studio be a funeral

Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?

Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den

Man I'm Hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead

On stage wit' my family in front of me

I am what I am: everything I wanna be

All these haters, see you later

All that I could do, but you don't even feel me though

I know you know I know you got that power

That power

Oh, oh-oh

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

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

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

I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy

An imaginary rich nigga, 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

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

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

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

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

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

If I made up my mind at work, 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

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

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

Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks

He'll take it

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 mo', no mo'

Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' No mo'

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

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

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

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:

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!"

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

Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial

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—

Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters

Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with

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

I'll aks 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 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

Oh, Lamar

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

Anthony was the oldest of seven

Well-respected, calm and collected

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

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

Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case

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

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

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

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

"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in."

"So what keeps you alive?"

Thank you

Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

It still'll come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts

And Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect

You should either hear me now or go deaf

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 them 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-dissin'

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 Comp-ton, 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 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant

You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am

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 just mind your business

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

It's kind of 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 and you hate it

So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation

Facing 25 to life with a murder charge

I pray these bars get farther than Compton

And if our 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 OD in less than a month, all right?"

Gotta keep it pushing

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'

If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'

Never will I surrender

I been a warrior when I came out 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 they mixtapes different

They said seven tracks, I said 15

Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin'

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 business

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

In LA 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 of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick

You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended

Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living

Look, the mastermind took the master's mind

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Just to match the grind with precision

Look, the mastermind took - cough

Gina, I'm ass-out"

"I'm going through something right now!"

"I done told you that"

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

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 momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans

Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin prolly did

Guilty by association: story of my life, nigga

You gon' make me flip and split your shit, judge give me life, nigga

Hold my tears, I tried my best; let it go, drench my pullover

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 what helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry

"Hey, what's up, daddy?"

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

Give me that funk

That sweet, that nasty, that gushy 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 gushy stuff

I can't get enough

If I offend you

Ugh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home

And caught that flat in the mean T-Flats

And it made me think if we could blink

To change locations where we at

In attempt to ignore pain, problem, and sorrow

Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit

Your car note due, and you 'bout to get evicted

But once it's empty and that 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

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

I'm going through something with life

But pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón make you feel alright

Pussy and Patrón, that's some great advice

Like should I start trapping?

If what I write down don't collect this very moment

Then I'm on it, no question

In the streets, my niggas is well connected, let's see

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

Track record of a hustler

Rather records on the needle, making music

My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?

"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga, I guess I didn't

Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines

Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up

This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution

Curb-serving, or 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

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 riddling, 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...

Uh, I'm tryna learn something new

I'm tryna find myself, I'm searching deep for Kendrick Lamar

Into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

And by the way I'ma start, finding more light to shed

Like a small garage in your backyard

I'm back chilling with a friend of mine, she mighty fine

But I notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Always hollering who she don't like and who she kick it with

Who Dooney and Bourke bag is fake, who holding the keys

To the car she drove last year or who fucking on who

And who need a pap smear, getting on my nerves

But before your negative energy curve, bitch I'ma cut you off

'Cause every time you come around

You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say, oh my God

Shut the fuck up... hoe

Every time you come around

You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say...

Uh, I'm tryna learn something new

I'm tryna surround myself with people that inspire me

Or at least inquire similar desires

To do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P

I'm talking ideas, motivation

It's more than making, enemies, my nigga

Oh, that's not ya memo? Then tell me why you constant stressing

On how you well connected like centipedes, my nigga

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Every second tell me how you pressed 'em at the Monte Cristo

Where so and so from, and what neighborhoods beefing

That shit is mad depressing, bringing me down

Rather than telling me how these niggas jocking your style

Or his rims ain't bigger, pussy nigga, I'ma cut you off

'Cause every time you come around

You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say, oh my God

Shut the fuck up... scary ass

Every time you come around

You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say

Uh, I'm tryna learn something new

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I'm tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa

Studying art... now paint that picture

Life behind bars, remember the very day I got caught?

But indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Constantly talking shit 'bout the next relative

Wanting me to take sides, but I'd never give in

Argue on holidays, left my uncle in prison

For 15 years, no one paid him attention but moms

Come to my house just to yap about your own people

Dang, and if your blood wasn't running through my veins

I would prolly cut y'all off too, yep

'Cause everytime y'all come around

Y'all be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say, oh my God, shut the fuck up

Keep it running, Ali

Every time you come around

You be hollering that whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah

He say, she say

Yeah Yeah

Yeah, nigga One two, one two, one

The Off-Season One two, one two, one two, one

The Off-Season, nigga

Fuck you talkin’ 'bout? That's right, ayy

Vocal up a little more, hey

Hell yeah Ooh

Fuck, you know what it is, nigga

Don't even dare

Niggas try to act like they don't—, bitch

That's why I gotta flex sometimes

'Cause niggas just try to act like you just not that motherfuckin' nigga, like

Like you just really don't do it how you do it

Like niggas will really try to act like you don't do what you do

Nigga look you dead in your face

And really act like you don't do it to the level that you do it

That's why sometimes you gotta come through and just do it at the level that you do it in front of every nigga face

So they know the difference between you, the real niggas, and the mothafuckin' fraudulent niggas, man

Don't never get it fucked up

If a nigga can't do it like you do it sometimes you gotta do it in front of his fuckin' face so he'll know forever

"Damn, that nigga did it how I always wanted to do it and I'll never be able to do it like that"

Bitch, it's a difference Ah

These are the same ones telling our people what we are and we aren't because we're just not working hard enough

And that mentality is what we're up against today

But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol

It ain't nothing I want more

Ain't nothing I want more

I ain't c–

I told you, when I first came here, I said, "I ain't come here to waste my time"

I came here

They gave us a chance to get in, like we asked for

And that's, that's what we here to do

Yeah, nigga, 26

The job still ain't done

Straight up

But I, I said, "You, you know what I'm here for"

Back on top, punchin' the clock, clutchin' sanity

I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity

Shit profound, we propagating more profanity

Paid off collections from recollections of calamity Oh shit, look, that nigga gonna shoot

The shit pop off, I learned to duck under the canopy Oh shit, run, nigga, run

Told him to come off his chain for tryna floss

When I was a boy, the teacher often reprimanded me Jermaine

Thought it was toys, it was a Glock this nigga handed me

I busted the trees, was barely strong enough to squeeze

Ran in the crib and played it off amongst the family

Nightmare scenes, the police finally apprehended me

Woke up screamin', seen a demon had his hand on me

Still sport the scar on my arm from where he branded me

Like a Que Dog, my niggas burnin' with the mute off

Loud pack smoke through the cracks, I catch a contact

Triggerin' a paranoid mindset, now I'm back

Teeterin' between enlightened and insanity

Now that I'm rich, I feel nobody understandin' me

All I can do is cut the mic on, holler at you

Can't let the fame scare me off from speaking candidly

All them niggas is so Kane, they started singin' like Danity

Now I'm left here, paid like I planned to be, damn

Pride is the Devil

Think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil

Pride is the Devil

Think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil, yeah, uh

Terrified, paranoid, I'll put you over everything to fill the void

And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Uh

Terrified, paranoid, I'll put you over everything to fill the void

And when you're gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Yеah

Bright lights pass me in the city, it’s emеrgency

Still remember vividly the nigga that pulled a gun on me

I'm petrified, but moving like I got no sense of urgency

Pride make a nigga act way harder than he really be

Pride hide the shame when city cut off all utilities

Pride make a nigga feel a way that you unfollowed me

Make a baby mama make shit harder than it gotta be

Make you have to take the bitch to court to see your prodigy

Make you have to use your last resort and pull a robbery

Slowly realizing what the root of all my problems be

It got me feeling different when somebody say they proud of me

Pride is the Devil, uh

I think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil, uh

Pride is the Devil

I think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil, uh, yeah

Terrified, paranoid, I'll put you over everything to fill the void

And when you're gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Uh

Terrified, paranoid, I'll put you over everything to fill the void

And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Yeah

Pride is the Devil, uh

I think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil, uh

Pride is the Devil

I think it got a hold on me

Pride is the Devil, uh

Sometimes I question whether this shit matters

Puttin' substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification

I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation

Ib sent it a year ago or so

I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?

Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play

At times you gotta step away, do some livin'

Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision

I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it

But I ain't got the discipline for stickin' with it

Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits

I'm wonderin' just when did I become my biggest critic?

I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody know my jams

Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man

And my job is to make sure he's equipped

I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him

If I said I was the toughest growin' up, I would be lyin'

I had a fear of gettin' punched while everybody eyein'

Add to that a constant fear of dyin'

I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin'

Luckily my bluff was workin' way more often than not

But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud

And with my reputation at stake

I was scufflin' just to save face

Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it

My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?

I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much

You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff

Back then I ain't know shit, now I know too much

Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it's introduced to currency and clips

Or bad licks that have a nigga servin' three to six, shit

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?

Which is more important?

Getting or letting go?

You can do anything, anything you can do You can do anything

You can do anything, anything you can do You can do anything

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

Yeah

Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint

Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints

And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points

My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards

Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls

Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts

I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'

I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards

I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it

Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe

We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya

Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole

Gotta know the ropes and the protocol

Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code

Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure

Well, you know what Cole do

Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold

Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa

In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa

I'm known as the chosen one

Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines

Everything come back around full circle Nigga, gotta go for mines

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? Yeah

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

Now I know why they call it blue moon Yeah

Bodies get hauled off

Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost

I brought him 'round close to me before but he

Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet

I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me

Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be

I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind

It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries

My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency

Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me

Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back

Unfortunately we seen the trap

Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly

They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh

Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'

I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?

Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb

I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me

You see the clout, you don't see the real me

If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

Now I know why they call it blue moon Yeah

Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga

I'm back outside

I'm back outside

I'm back outside

Everybody mentions suicide prevention

Man, they even made a hotline

To call up when there's tension, but I got a question

Need a number for my niggas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

Need a number for my niggas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceilin'

She say she wanna blow L's, I hear her and I'm willin'

So that every word I spoke, well, I'm tryna put her on

But she couldn't hear me

I told her all about how we been livin' a lie

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Then all I really want is for her to get on top

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

And all that next shit I was previously talkin'

Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in

And while that sweat drip, I am reminded

All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin'

I'm findin', the more I grow

The more y'all seem to stay the same

Don't even know the rules, but yet y'all tryna play the game

And ain't it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

To a baby that took two to make?

Coward nigga, you a fake

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Dawg, what type of shit is that?

She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax

Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recordin' tracks

Said "I know you wanna change the world

But for the night, please

Just reach over and hit the lights please"

Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for you

I know you wonderin' if this is gon' make me think 'bout wifin' you

Like, if you have my first child

Would I spend my whole life with you?

Now, I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I'm tryna talk

Now, I ain't tryna spend the night with you, I'm kinda lost

See, I've been givin' it some thought lately

And frankly I feel like we ain't ready and this—

Hold up now, let me finish!

Think about it, baby, me and you, we still kids ourself

How we gonna raise a kid by ourself?

Handle biz by ourself? A nigga barely over twenty

I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world

When I ain't got shit to give 'em, and I'm not with them niggas

Who be knockin' girls up and skate out

So, girl, you gotta think about how the options weigh out

What's the way out?

Uh

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it

And girl, I know it hurt, but if this world was perfect

Then we could make it work, but I doubt it

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it

And girl, I know it hurt, but if this world was perfect

Then we could make it work, but I doubt it

She said: "Nigga, you got some nerve

To come up to me talkin' about abortion

See, I knew that this is how you act, so typical

Said you love me, oh, but now you flippin' like reciprocals

It figures though, I should've known

That you was just another nigga

No different from them other niggas

Who be claimin' that they love you just to get up in them drawers

Knowin' all the right things to say

I let you hit it raw, mothafucka!

Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved, mothafucka?

Tryna take away a life—is you God, mothafucka?!

I don't think so! This a new life up in my stomach

Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here, I'ma love it

I ain't budgin', I just do this by my mothafuckin' self

From a man, but I still don't understand how you could say that

Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back

Talkin' about he a coward and you so glad that you ain't that nigga

And here you go doin' the same shit… You ain't shit, nigga!"

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it

And boy, this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect

Still we can make it work, but you doubt it

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it

And boy, this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect

Still we can make it work, but you doubt it

They say everything happens for a reason

And people change like the seasons, then grow apart

She wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her

He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her

Now she wide open

She'd put a ring up on his finger if she could

But he loved her ‘cause the pussy good

But she ain't no wife though

Uh-oh! She tellin' him she missed her period, like typos

He panickin', froze up like a mannequin, a life grows

Inside her, and now he askin': "Is it even mine?"

What if this bitch ain't even pregnant? Dog, could she be lyin'?

And she be cryin', ‘cause he actin' distant

Like, "Ever since I told you this, nigga, you actin' different."

And all his niggas sayin', "Man, these hoes be trappin' niggas

Playin' with niggas' emotions like they some action figures."

Swear they get pregnant for collateral, it's like extortion

Man, if that bitch really pregnant, tell her to get a abortion Uh

But what about your seed, nigga? Uh-uh

But what about your seed, nigga?

But what about your seed, nigga?

But what about your seed, nigga?

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it