Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower Me and my niggas (Live forever) 3 eyes to my alumni Feel this I wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight) Turn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight) My nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga? (My niggas on point, game tight) There we go yeah, turn me up Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block My niggas dump'n out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do) Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Me, K-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit Walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something They pussies, I smell something You douche on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream And now we dump'n out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do) Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer I come from Compton, we ain't have it all Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall And I'm putting fear in you all See your skeletons shaking Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked Y'all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne If not J. Cole, your shit is trash But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh This is where we at? I guess it's entertainment I guess this is speculation making a classic came with If I ain't have the patience I'd probably self destruct Real people want real music, the jig is up My niggas won't put guns up Your worst fear is confirmed We love that you crashed and burned The real is back K. Dot it's your turn, take your victory lap King Cole salutin' Compton's own King Kendrick Thats the sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something or die in the morning The city hail King Kendrick Lamar The world hail King Kendrick Lamar This is my life and I look at it like its my last And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what See now we dump'n out the roof Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com