Uh, a lil' Compton nigga
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Just a lil' Compton nigga, one time
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for my niggas
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You know Compton, nigga
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Just a lil' Compton nigga, uh, uh
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Kendrick Lamar, uh
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Yo, uh
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Back with a vengeance
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Back with my heart and I'm venting
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Back with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me
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I never wore a kufi, ignored my religion
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I believe there's one God, there's one love
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and I believe if I fly, we all doves
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I make a way for my people to see the light
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Brighter than yellow bones, me and my microphone could be one
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until I see BIG, 'Pac, see Pun, but this ain't (Eazy)
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I can't take a (Big L), my city needs me
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I gotta win, the proof is in the pudding
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and I've been fucking with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right
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Any means necessary, get the campaign right
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Very emotional, I'm a Gemini
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I love hard and I fight harder, a born author
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A born starter, in the game for real
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And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father
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You can't learn if mistakes ain't made
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You gotta pay homage in order to get paid
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You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues
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and you ain't getting it till you start paying jewels
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Lifestyles of the young and the broke
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With my hand under oath, I recite these quotes
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And if I ever lied then I'd die where I stand
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as a pest, not a man, with a roach and a rat
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In order to see the front, had to play the back
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We played our position, we let y'all play yourself
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Y'all made your decision, we pray while we prey on competition
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to flip another page of Corinthians
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I see stars when I write these sentences
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Words crash cars when I write these sentences
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Open jail bars for my niggas' life sentences
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Free J-Dub, kill all witnesses
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Y'all better hope 2012 really real
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cause the way I feel, I'ma make y'all suffer
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and take y'all supper
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I haven't ate in the last twenty-two summers and I'm twenty-two now
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It's about to go down, so un-God my God
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We got this art, it's ours in awe
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Oh, I'm free
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Finally, I can say I'm me
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The Kendrick Lamar EP a classic EP
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The question concerned
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I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs
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Hope y'all infected, hope y'all ain't have no protection
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Still I'm progressing, room for improvement
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Make room for the groom married to his music
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I was at the XXL just trying to excel
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Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
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Wanted to be a part of it, catering to my audience
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J. Cole running late, if he don't show up
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think I can take his place? Ladies start laughing
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No pun intended, I ain't being sarcastic
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Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
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fresh off the plane, I couldn't even complain
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My nigga was on his hustle, I introduced him my name
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Said I'll see him on the bubble in the future
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My dude I salute ya, contributing to real shit
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Talk about it, make the people talk about it, make the world see
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For every emcee that I see tryna steal flow
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Tell 'em build a boat like Nore
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and take 'em to a place that I'm sure we all can blow up, boom
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I ain't a star yet but I'm getting close to 'em
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And if you see a wack artist, do more than boo him
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Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera
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Then kill his manager, than hang a banner up
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that reads you can't proceed without being conceived
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by one album of the nineties
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On Rosecrans where you'll find me
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And all my niggas is grimy, but I remain the good kid
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tryna make a difference where I'm from, where you live
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Oh no, we've got to slow the city down
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I told the homeboy pump his brakes
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He said that he'd rather put the pump to his face
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Sawed off, torture
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Turn the saw off, scorching
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Hot where I'm from, the newscasters don't come
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Another ratchet got dumped, in the trash can
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I ain't done, a baby in there with it
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She said postpartum did it
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Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing
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when he was undressing, said he'll only be a minute
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That's why a nigga always kicking something with some feeling
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I should have been a dentist, I should have been a blizzard, cold
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Flash, pose, flash, pose
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A critic paparazzi got me on my toes
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I wanna jump on 'em like a tadpole
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Tadpole, assholes
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Tryna kill my dreams, not elevate?
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