[Intro]
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If I gotta ride, then youse gonna die
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[Verse 1]
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I hope niggas ain't really tryna break my bones, 'cause if you are
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Make sure you know what nickname you want for that tombstone
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Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones
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Beak Bad Boys down like Jimmy did Sean Combs
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I'm hot as an oven, you just a pressing comb
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Not impressed, homes, you should've stayed home
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And pray that rooftop block you from getting shitted on
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I gives a fuck if A&R's don't pick up the phone
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I swear it's no one like me, but if it is
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Then I've got a long-lost twin, sort of made me a goon
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I don't care about friends, I was made to be on my own
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I came in this world by myself, and I'm leaving alone
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Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
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With a backyard the size of the fucking Georgia Dome, pop
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You pop shit and I might pop your dome
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Give your homies a reason to make a memory stone
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Niggas weird, they love when the beef is on
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Knowing that plummet time the only time he'll roam
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You'd better hold your breath, I'll give you a walkthrough death
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And recommend the gun being your chaperone
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I know young niggas that look up to Al Capone
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And they look 17, but I swear that they mind is grown
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I'm so grown, and the reason I write this way
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‘Pac and Big ghostwriting my songs
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You can play the boss, but if you get shot from being on top
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Then homie, that's your loss
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Shit, I'm nice with it
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I'll pop your man then leave some money on him
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So he can pay for his funeral costs (get it?)
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These niggas tryna get money like Fort Knox
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Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock
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And you can play a baller
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But deep inside you know you're just an actor
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Yeah, something like Rick Ware
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You ain't a thug, homie, you just a fox
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And I'm Mr. Werewolf somewhere in the Boondocks
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And I'm really from the street, so if I ask for beef, homie
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Don't bring no pork chops
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I'll turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chop
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With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bums' socks
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They say the flow is crack, so wherever I rap
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Best believe you can call it a dope spot, bitch
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I swear I'm gon' ride… and he's gotta die
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Bitch, it's that Compton shit, niggas
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Okay… okay…
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Money by any means, nigga…
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What The Deal
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| Kendrick Lamar |
