[Hook]
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I am a sinner… who's probably gonna sin again
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Lord forgive me… Lord forgive me
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Things I don't understand
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Sometimes I need to be alone…
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Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
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I can feel your energy from two planets away
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I got my drink, I got my music
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I would share it but today I'm yellin'
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Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
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Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
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Hold up – Trinidad James in four weeks
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But now my album platinum and shit, so what?
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Y'all keep the numbers
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I'm more than another statistic, my nigga
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This is courtesy of Compton
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Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
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Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
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Dominicans wish I was born there
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I'm lookin' to be the god emcee
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You look at my hat and see thorns there
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I look at the game and see porn there
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I'm fuckin' this industry hard
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I'm back at this money, tea bagging your honey
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You thought I was fresh out the yard
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Don't cry to me dummy, you're lightweight
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They tell me you nice and I'm like “wait…”
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Go get me a knife, you're lookin' like steak
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And when the stakes are high, I stakeout for days
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And when the water resides, you'll probably lose shape
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We ain't thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
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I got a P89 in a suitcase
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I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee
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Lyrical exercise – right now, homie, I'm in an extra vibe
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Pipe down, on the curb when you heard that I got these words
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To the upper echelon, that's extra long
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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Up in the clouds – me and my spouse
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Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud, please turn them shits down
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Can't hear myself think…
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Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
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In the White House with with a mink
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Runnin' through that bitch like it's my house
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All up in the hall like a mall
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Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
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No, I don't ‘member you, I don't intend to
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Empty my memory bank, it's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
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Next to Hilary smellin' like dank
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Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
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I'll wait…
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I've been in my wave like 20 years straight
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I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight
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Don't fuck up my high, fuck up my high…
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Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
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And still be straight
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Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
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Don't waste my breath…
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I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
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Back to this joint… smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove a point
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I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
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Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals
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Niggas pissed off
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I'll end this lil' diss shit, unleashing my fart
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Leader of the new school
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On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan?
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World in my palms
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Ironically, I am the Globe Trotter's best cause I didn't drop the ball
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Told niggas when I was 16 that I'd write a 16
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To put a nigga right on the big screen
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In a Paddy Wagon with 16
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Should have been in the pen, but now my pen writin' with morphine
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I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
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I kill niggas, audio crack, Khakis to meal tickets
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Cardio lap – was runnin' for dear life, but now I'm runnin' the map
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Picture little old me givin' a fuck from what a fuck nigga's got to say
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Nigga, you'll never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
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You ain't get killed in Vegas, or in a Suburban
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Puff Daddy wasn't your favourite, so many washed up with detergent
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But I don't dry tears, I just aim at ‘em on purpose like “BLAP!”
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Empty fourteen like “BLAP!”
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Empty out another magazine like “BLAP!”
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Let a young nigga get by
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I kill ‘em all when they tryna kill my vibe
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I am the bad, the good guy, the last the ‘hood got
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The last that would try to pass a good job
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If Shyne's a black Beatle, I need a 10-second drum solo
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Bitch, see you at Woodstock…
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[Outro]
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