[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, me and my niggas tryin' to get it, ya bish,
Hit the house lick, tell me is you with it, ya bish,
Home invasion was persuasive,
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish.
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do,
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool,
I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros,
Then Usher Raymond ‘Let it Burn' came on.
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish,
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish,
The only thing we had to free our mind,
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs.
You lookin' like an easy come up, ya bish,
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish,
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew,
Go at a reverend for the revenue.
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah,
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin',
Everybody gon' respect the shooter,
But the one in front of the gun lives forever.
And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say,
“Money trees is the perfect place for shade”. And that's just how I feel.
Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel.
Nah, a dollar might say, “Fuck them niggas that you came with”. That's just how I feel.
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel.
Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel.
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do,
Bump that new E-40 after school,
You know, ‘Big Ballin' With My Homies',
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational.
Back to reality we poor, ya bish,
Another casualty at war, ya bish,
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head,
He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish.
That Louis Burger never be the same,
A Louis belt will never ease that pain,
But Imma purchase when that day is jerkin',
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'.
Gang signs out the window, ya bish,
Hopin' all of ‘em offend you, ya bish,
They say, your hood is a pot of gold,
And we gone crash it when nobody's home.
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Anna Wise – x2]
Be the last one out to get this dough, no way!
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way!
Hit the streets, then we break the code, no way!
Hit the brakes, when they on patrol, no way!
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
‘Magine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets,
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spillin', pistols poppin',
Bakin' soda, yola whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving,
My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him.
Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin',
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter ‘n ‘em, get the fuck up out my way, bish!
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bish!
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash,
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass.
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin' blood.
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs but it's all good,
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is,
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is.
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees,
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree.
[Chorus]
[Skit:]
– Kendrick, just bring my car back, man! I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. this man on one, he feelin' good as a mothafucka. Shit! I'm tryna get my thing goin' too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded, he feelin' good. Look, listen to him.
– Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ‘cause of that big ol' fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ‘cause of that big ol' fat ass.
– See? He high as hell, and he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back
– Did somebody say dominoes?
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