Heard a conversation when my father
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Talking to his favorite partner
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At the domino table, Tony had told him that he…
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Young nigga hopping out, busting like 4 charters
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Popping pills, mixing Galen then shermin some holy water
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Mixing Galen then shermin some holy water
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Sell it to a priest, he probably can get it off tomorrow
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It’s wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
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Fiends tryina kick the addiction to sucking class dicks
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Vivid image is gonna get any fantasy you can fathom
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Phantoms ain’t the only thing that’s suicidal
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Open the doorway to a soul, hit the hallways
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Then hit the closet, you see a rifle aiming at your arteries
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Part of me, parts of me a psycho
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And retrospect, my respect was a power ranger I know
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Tumbling backwards into a karate kicking high note
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My innocence really eventually see a endurance surrendering
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…save the genesis heard it all from my bunk bed, yeah hustling
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Something my papa said that caught my attention
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His eyes red, he smoking on marijuana,
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Mixing the 2 11, he said, I’m 7, going on 67
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The day I turn 17 is the day that a lesson inside my lifetime
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Come across the close line, every stick my co sign
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Everything in the streets got the power to make me go blind
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Even if he sat me down in the sun, he gave me those eyes
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Comprehending well and I can smell the soberness
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Evaporating by itself
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He said Tony, my biggest fear is to hear Kendrick disappear
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In the fire out here and I didn’t help
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So if I could give him the game that hide the pain and decisions
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In life, so we can go further that the streets and remain to be on the honor roll
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Scarify my life even if that shit my mama don’t
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Till the day he carry bout the big 6, domino
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Back pack raps, with gats in it
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Don’t get your cap peeled by the black menace
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K dot therobread, move like a militant, soldier
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On point like a paramed,
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Forced to be wrecking with, with the best shit
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Like the strongest manure, I’m ready when you are
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This is it, I’m in the lab cooking up all day
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F’ them up all day, like a nympho, I’ve been dope since S crow way
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Tryina convince hoes I got good hair, knowing damn well it’s chemical there
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I’m in the hood with the 17 year olds, that’s on hood patrols
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And they want stripes so they shoot off bikes and you know
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Any moment you can loose your life, so kiss your kids and hug your life
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Or not you, I spawn with a dragon
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He tried to throw us flame, but I ducked then I stabbed him
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Came out the battle laughing, that’s a metaphor for any rapper who want it
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I smack them till they nose is running
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You know the hoes is coming if I’m there
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And the hoes coming, once we hit that hotel
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And there’s no assumption, cool out before I move out
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I pull a 1.05 and do about 1.05 before your ass get thrown out
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The back seat, there’s a dead guy on the freeway
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Oh, he’s not dead, tell the medics it’s okay
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A beast when the beat breaks, you probably think I’m dope
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Like it’s the realest shit I broke
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But to me it’s a doorway, I stare at them 4 walls
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And rap like I’m at guard
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Life’s enough, I throw a spirit, nah it’s the…
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Matter fact no, I take that back
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See I don’t play with real legends in rap, like you do
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And I’m crucial, can real…and they shoot…get the boom.
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Good kid, mad city.
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Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)
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| Kendrick Lamar |
