[Kendrick Lamar:]
What money got to do with it,
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto, and I ain't proud to admit it,
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit.
Hold up. Get it back.
I said, I'm trapped inside the ghetto, and I ain't proud to admit it,
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
[Intro: Anna Wise & Bilal]
If I was the president,
I'd pay my mama's rent,
Free my homies and them,
Bulletproof my Chevy doors,
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord!
Who ever thought?
Massa, take the chains off me!
Shit!
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Life can be like a box of chocolate,
Quid pro quo, something for something, that's the obvious,
Oh shit! Flow's so sick, don't you swallow it,
Bitin' my style, you salmonella poison positive,
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics,
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant,
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious.
Me, scholarship? No. Streets put me through colleges,
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is,
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it.
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this,
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal,
K. Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god,
Truthfully, all of 'em spoiled; usually you're never charged,
But something came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards.
You lookin' at artists is like the harvests,
So many Rollies around you, and you want all of ‘em,
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry,
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me.
[Chorus: Bilal]
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga!
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy!
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga!
Oh now, slow down.
[Snoop Dogg:]
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga,
He was 5 foot something, God bless the kid!
Took his homies to the show and this is what they said...
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
“Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips,
The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor,
Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucka away from wavin' flashy wrist,
My defense mechanism tell me to get him
Quickly because he got it,
It's a recession, then why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my fo-fo,
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor.
Now, Kendrick, know they're your co-workers,
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey,
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay,
But see, I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA.
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards”.
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy,
She said...
[Chorus: Bilal]
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga!
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy!
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga!
Oh now, slow down.
[Snoop Dogg:]
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga,
He was 5 foot something, dazed and confused,
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse.
You can take your boy out the hood, but you can't take the hood out the homie,
Took his show money, stashed it in the Mozey Wozey,
Hollywood's nervous.
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service!
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