[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]What it's like for a nigga like me
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Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep
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But this is now, nigga!
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Ones for the money, two for the bitches
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Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
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Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
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Turn that motherfucker to a critic
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Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
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I was hangin' on them corners late
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Pockets wasn't straight, bitch
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I ain't gon' make it at this rate, dawg
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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Nigga prayin' up to God just hopin' that he hear a nigga
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I know the world got more problems and it's much bigger
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But I figured, I'd get some shit up off my chest
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To all my niggas I would die for
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Load my pistol up, go out and war for
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To all my niggas that'll never make it out the streets
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Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let 'em see you weak
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To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
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Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
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To all my niggas that's gon' fuck around and die today
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Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
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Just wanna say
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[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
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Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
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Don't stress my nigga, yes my nigga
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We all blessed my nigga
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[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]Now how the fuck I'm 'posed to say this?
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You see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
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I grip her harder
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Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
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Thinkin' of some bullshit to tell him, like
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"It'll be okay. You'll be straight, it'll be aight."
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Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
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Whether it's money or some weed or puttin' in work,
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Fuck it, then I'm ridin'!
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You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn't stick around
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Told myself that after y'all moved that I'd be a fuckin' fool
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To be livin' by the street rules
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Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
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But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
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Remain' solid brah
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Keep playin' ball cause it's the only way up out it brah
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A nigga proud of ya'
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Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I'll have whatever he needs
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We the last of a dyin' breed, live life, smoke trees
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See how far we've come, but most, I'm sorry for your son
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[Hook]
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[Bridge: Ab-Soul]And you ain't gotta she'd no tear
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I'll be everywhere
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And I'mma always be right here
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I ain't forgot those years
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I'll be everwhere
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But I'mma always be right here
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]Livin' in a premature place 'Άζ" wait
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Never grow to see the pearly gates 'Άζ" break
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Every time a bullet detonate 'Άζ" dates
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Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
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With a family member that relate to ya
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In December you was finna pin another case
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On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
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As the record spinnin' you was hearin' angels entertain
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Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin' from your brain
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Recognize you listened and you didn't hit the block again
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That's because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
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Open up another chapter in the book and read 'gain
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Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
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Everybody ain't (blessed my nigga)
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Yes, my nigga, you're blessed
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Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
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Don't stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
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Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
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You reject these niggas, that neglect, your respect
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For the progress of a baby step, my nigga
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Step, step my nigga
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One, two, skip, skip
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Back, back, look both ways
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Pull it off the hip
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Blast at anybody say that you can't flip
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This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
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Get used to it, get it off quick
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Come back, give back to the city you've built
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That's that, don't trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
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It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
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In a minute everybody gon' be winnin'
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Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all
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[Hook]
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Blessed
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| Kendrick Lamar |
