[Verse 1: Pusha T]
20 plus years of sellin' Johnson & Johnson,
I started out as a baby face monster,
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience,
My teethin' ring was numbed by the nonsense.
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate,
Arm & Hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date,
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate,
‘Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak.
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone,
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned,
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on,
Black Ferris Bueller cuttin' school with his jewels on,
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches.
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor,
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago,
If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre,
If he rides he rides, throwin' punches in his room,
If he cries he cries. We don't drink away the pain;
When a nigga die, we add a link to the chain,
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh.
We playin' on a higher game of chess,
Once you delegate his bills, who's gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex,
Started on the scale digital, my only Timex.
Nigga, this is timeless, simply ‘cause it's honest,
Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus,
Nigga, this is Simon says, Simon red,
Blood on your diamonds till you dyin', dead.
Yughh!
You better change what comes out yo speaker.
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party.
Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime,
My little brother cryin',
Smokers repeatedly buyin' my Sega Genesis,
Either that or my auntie was stealin' it,
Hit the pipe and start feelin' it.
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that,
This was different, jeez, Louise, please help me relax.
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in,
When I was ten, back when nine ounces have got you ten,
And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attention,
And when there's tension in the air, nines come with extensions.
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half,
Took a L, started sellin' soap fiends bubble bath,
Broke his nails misusin' his pinky to treat his nose,
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold.
I said, “Daddy, one day Imma get you right with thirty-six zips,
One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich.
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter”.
He said, “Son, how come you think you be my connect?”
Said, “Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect”.
He said, “Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense”.
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga,
Now reap what you sowed, nigga,
Please reap what you sowed, nigga.
I was born in ‘87, my granddaddy a legend,
Now the same shit that y'all was smokin' is my profession.
Let's get it!
You better change what comes out yo speaker.
You better change what comes out yo speaker.
They must be on the dick of who?
They must be on the dick of who?
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