[Kendrick]
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I fucked up the rap game, and you ain’t even know it
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I just fucked what’s-her-name, and you ain’t even know it
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She got a… tattoo and you ain’t even know it
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We ’bout to form a little group, and you ain’t even know it
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Stuck in a rock and a hard place
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Eminem, ‘Pac and where God stay
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Timberlands pop that jaw bone
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Now bitch nigga, tell me how that tar taste
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Even Tarzan can get swung on
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I never hung out with the loud mouth
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You’ve got a foul mouth, but that dead body
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Gon’ smell foul when it fouls out
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She filed my nails in the Bahamas
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We found ourselves in the Bahamas
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She found God ? meditation, at peace
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I found myself without a condom
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You know everybody havin’ them babies
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It’s a beautiful thing, it ain’t crazy
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If a rapper monogamous
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You know what the problem is?
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Too many bitches got rabies
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And I hate a hoe hoppin’ on me
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Stank pussy popping, warn me
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You fuckin’ fool, don’t know about you
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But my dick need 17 years on it
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Anything after that is just a bonus
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And I’ve been in the lab with my opponents
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And since Sway done swang that list
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He got a flatscreen the next morning
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Tell ‘em I need my credit when it’s due
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Tell ‘em I need my lettue when it’s new
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Tell ‘em I got a fetish for fine fabrics
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Franklins and saying “fuck you”
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Tell ‘em it’s TDE ’til I’m DDT’d in that grave
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And Top Dawg is proof
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‘Til my nigga Who get free, ain’t shit comin’ for free
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I’m ’bout to rape you niggas ’til you recoupe
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[Verse 2: Schoolboy]
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Groovy nigga, that’s all day, Backwood hold three grams
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Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning
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Shells stuck inside but won’t jam
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This hoodie here ’bout two stacks, hell yeah that bitch gon’ go HAM
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Molly in her drink, but she asked me to, and oh yeah, I got this on cam’
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Gangster nigga, not trap beats ? bet I still sound like that new shit
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Originality in my blueprint, still Figg Side, figaro, pimp
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Her thick ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon’ bomb it
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Swag surfing all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet
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O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit I’m pushing
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Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them chloroforms
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These niggas ain’t poppin’ ? tell them old niggas to move on
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Ah damn, I don said it ? yeah ? ah damn, they beheaded
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[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
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She ain’t single but she solo, you ain’t even know it
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Unsigned with sold out shows, and you ain’t even know it
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My lips black but they ain’t chapped, she ain’t even know that
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Let’s have sex, she said yes
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You know she ain’t know that
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See the life on my chest
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My head next to her breasts
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My mind all in the clouds
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Just bought an ounce of the best
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No talking when I’m off that loud
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I came quick so she pissed
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You know I’m good for another round
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But it’s hard when everybody on your dick
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I know real niggas that’s Crips
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I know real niggas that’s Bloods
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I know real niggas that’s thugging
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Like you ain’t know what’s up
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Got Codeine in my cup
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Got a couple cheques that need cashin’
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And you can take that to the bank, what’s life without a balance?
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You ain’t even know it
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Nigga, I be everywhere, you ain’t even going
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I thought it was snowing
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But I’m just the coldest nigga out here flowing
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Sick of all that bullshit y’all been promoting, but…
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Soul! Carson in the motherfuckin’ house
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Del Amo, watch your motherfuckin’ mouth
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I took the game by storm, just to X men out
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I’m crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line
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The tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out
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Just a little token of gold if you ain’t know it, though
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[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
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Respect, I get the utmost
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I’m so dope, I’m a walking kilo
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36 Os…
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You don’t even know I’m gettin’ cheese like Cheetos
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You mad that we BMFing
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Bitch-ass niggas steady PMSing
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I never show my hands, can’t know my plans
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Gotta keep ‘em guessin’
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Rock! I was off the scene
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Now a nigga back like a 4 1/2
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Shootin’ up the set like Spielberg
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See the big picture when them hammers flash
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I don’t post a lot on Instagram
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That’s the quickest way they’ll get you, man
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Leave that shit for the bitches, man
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Alphabit boys, they’ll get ya ass
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IRS they was on a nigga
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Cashed them out, not I’m Scott free
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Got my passport in my JanSport, now I’m overseas
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You don’t even know it…
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Rock been killin’ this shit, no gloves, no mask on me
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Just 100 thousand cash on me
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Back then, I was doing bad, homie
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All my bitches bad now
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My own hoes try to keep tabs on me
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Safe to say I’m the man now
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Punk-ass nigga just stand down
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‘Fore the shots go up and it’s man down
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Hands down, still popping, no prescription, I’m flexing
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Suplex a pussy, I’ve been off the edge
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Too late to push me, nigga I ain’t fell off
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Used to move Frosted Flakes like Kellogs
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Pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers
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Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, we’ve been on
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Clothesline the beat, nigga, John Cena
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Been having stripes, can’t walk in my Adidas
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Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina
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Black Hippy shit, rock on, bleed ‘em
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[Outro: Future]
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I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it
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Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it
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We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it
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Got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it
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We came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it
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Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it
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This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it
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Got a bitch that speak no English, she don’t even know it
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This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it
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This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it
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This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it
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I came up from the bottom, you don’t even know it
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My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it
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Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it
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This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it
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Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it
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U.O.E.N.O. (Remix)
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| Kendrick Lamar |
