Lord God I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that you raised him from the dead I will ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, Amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians Push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello my name is Kendrick" She said "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool) "Where you stay?" She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well is it Compton?" "No, " she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and I strictly had wanted her thighs around me Seventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful "What you trying to get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well The summer had passed and now I'm liking her Conversation we having probably enticing her Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of being young and dumb Its never muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius's irrepetible Family history of gang banging did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from getting a nut "I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off I'm trying to get off I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man I'm thinking 'bout that sex, thinking bout her thighs Or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what position's next Sent a picture of her titties blowing up my texts I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman she's a masseuse And I'm a professional porn star when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet And six steps from where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street I pulled up a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang Please leave your message for 323 Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Damn! I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes I gotta go to the county buildin', man These kids ready to eat! I'm ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stamps, come on now You on you way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hood-rats out there, shit Especially that lil' crazy-ass girl Sherane And plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin' around in them streets You ain't gon' pass to the next grade, eleventh grade (Is that Kendrick on the phone?) Yo' daddy hollerin' about some damn dominoes (lemme holler at me him) He want to holler at you too, go 'head, Kenny, go! Shit Kenny! (What?) You on his voicemail! Damn fool (oh) shit! (K, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I ask you to bring my fuckin' dominoes!) Kenny, give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up! Damn! Just let me—Kendrick When you get this message, man, call me back I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car This man fussin' about some damn dominoes It ain't all that serious, for damn dominoes Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment! Fuck! Fuck them damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody wanna hear yo' ass! Matter of fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe

I am a sinner Who's probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist I can feel the changes I can feel a new life I always knew life can be dangerous I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless You don't know what pain is How can I paint this picture When the color blind is hanging with ya? Fell on my face and I woke with a scar Another mistake living deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every making of this? Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge Even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes I can feel the new people 'round me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me put me on stages To me that's amazing To you that's a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this I am a sinner Who's probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe I'm trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love You trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does And I'm looking right past ya We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles You live in a world, you living behind the mirror I know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferior This shit is vital, I know you had to This shit is vital, I know you had to Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain Rather a seasonal name, I'll let the people know this is something you can blame On yourselves you can remain, stuck in a box I'ma break out and then hide every lock I'ma break out and then hide every lock I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me put me on stages To me that's amazing To you that's a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this I am a sinner Who's probably gonna sin again Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe You ain't heard the coast like this in a long time Don't you see that long line? And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth 3's in the air I can see you are in sync Hide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better do I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Walk out the door and they scream it's alive My new year's resolution is to stop all the pollution Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music I say bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe

Uh, Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I feel amazing, damn I'm in the matrix My mind is living on cloud nine and this nine is never on vacation Start up that Maserati and VROOM VROOM! I'm racing Poppin' pills in the lobby and I pray they don't find her naked And I pray you niggas is hatin', shooters go after Judas Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain't no need to do this Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church's Chicken All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches (okay!) damn I got bitches (okay!) Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers I've got twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher And her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure And it make me cum fast but I never get embarrassed And I recognize you have what I've been wanting since that record That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her She rollin' I'm holding my scrotum and posing This voice here is golden so fuck y'all I goes in and All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or nigga It's go time I roll in dough with a good grind And I run at ho with a baton That's a relay race with a bouquet They say, "K, you goin' marry mines?" Beeotch! (no way) Beeotch! (no way) Beeotch! (no way) Beeotch! Okay, I'm never living life confined It's a failure even if I'm blind I can tell ya who what when where how? To sell ya game right on time Beeotch! (go play) Beeotch! (go play) Beeotch! (go play) Beeotch! I look like OJ, killing everything from pussy to a mothafuckin' Hit-Boy beat She pussy poppin' and I got options like an audible, I be C-O-M-P-T-O-N, I win then ball at your defeat C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city mobbin' in the street, yellin' All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Goddamn I got bitches (okay!) damn I got bitches (okay!) Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers (let it run Ali) Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream

Everybody, everybody Everybody Everybody sit your bitch ass down and Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smoking on the finest dope Aye aye aye aye Drank until I can't no mo' Aye aye aye aye Really I'm a sober soul But I'm with the homies right now And we ain't asking for no favors Rush a nigga quick then laugh about it later Aye aye aye aye Really I'm a peacemaker But I'm with the homies right now And momma used to say One day, it's gon' burn you out One day, it's gon' burn you out, out One day, it's gon' burn you out One day, it's gon' burn you I'm with the homies right now Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda Janky stash box when the federales roll up Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble I hope the universe love you today 'Cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate If it's necessary Bumping Jeezy first album looking distracted Speaking language only we know, you think is an accent The windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it Hotboxing like George Foreman grilling the masses Of the working world, we pulled up on a bunch of working girls And asked them what they working with, look at me I got the blunt in my mouth Usually I'm drug-free, but shit I'm with the homies Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red Come through and bust ya head, nigga! Me and the homies Sag all the way to the liquor store Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more Me and the homies I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in Me and the homies Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka And be like, "Doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!" It's 2:30 and the sun is beaming Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screaming Hungry for anything unhealthy and if nutrition can help me I'll tell you to suck my dick then I'll continue eating We speeding on the 405 passing Westchester You know the light skin girls in all the little dresses, good Lord They knew we weren't from 'round there 'Cause every time we down there we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim cards Bougie bitches with no extensions Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination Before we sparked a conversation We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like then started interrogating I never was a gangbanger, I mean I was never stranger to the funk neither I really doubt it Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it That's ironic 'cause I've never been violent, until I'm with the homies Me and the homies (Bullshittin', actin' a fool) Me and the homies (Trippin', really trippin') Me and the homies (Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin'…) Bragging 'bout the episode we just had A shot of Hennessey didn't make me feel that bad I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you We tryna conquer the city with disobedience Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in But Jeezy still playing and our attitude is still "nigga, what is you saying" Pull in front of the house that we been camping out for like two months The sun is going down as we take whatever we want (Aye, aye, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe! Ay nigga, I think it's somebody in this room Wait, what? Nigga, it's somebody in this room!) I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk We made a right, then made a left, then made a right Then made a left, we was just circling life My mama called, "Hello? What you doin'? "Kicking it" I should've told her I'm probably 'bout to catch my first offense with the homies But they made a right, they made a left then made a right Then another right One lucky night with the homies K. Dot, you faded, hood? Yea we finally got that nigga faded I think he hit the wrong blunt though Ooh, which one? Well which one he talking 'bout? I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it I prayed he hit that Nah, that nigga straight, he ain't hit that one Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans Nigga I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe Nigga, for what? What that nigga, what's that Jeezy song say nigga? "Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!" Yea, yea, that shit right there, I'm tryna be the nigga in the street There he go, man you don't even know how the shit go Look, here's the plan luv, we gon' use the kickback as a alibi Wait 'til the sun go down, roll out, complete the mission Drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30 That's straight but we should meet up around 12, I'm tryna fuck on something too Nigga sit yo dumb ass back down, nigga you ain't doing shit tonight Matter fact, nigga get in the mothafuckin' car We finna get active

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive) From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on ("Let it Burn" came on, "Let it Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Parked the car then we start rhyming, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (dollar signs, dollar signs) You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, we never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you do Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun 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 (now, now) A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now) A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 at the school (way at the school, way at the school) You know big ballin' with my homies (my homies) Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinking rational, that's rational) Back to reality we poor, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (my Tony head, my Tony head) He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) That Louis Burger never be the same (won't be the same, won't be the same) A louis belt will never ease that pain (won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' (Pirelli's skirtin', Pirelli's skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) Hoping all of 'em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish) They say your hood is a pot of gold (a pot of gold, a pot of gold) And we gone crash it when nobodies home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you do Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun 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 (now, now) A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel (now, now) A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel (now) A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel 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 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 Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, everyday 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, bitch Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch 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 lurking blood Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good Broken promises, steal yo' 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 getting shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you do Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun 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 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 is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too I'm going to Marilyn house, just bring my car back Shit, he faded He feelin' good Look, listen to him! ('cause you got a 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 Shit, he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more Just bring the car back! Did somebody say dominoes?

Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Every time I write these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common And what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm That's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, mmhm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly And right before you go blind P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane) Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie? I don't care who this nigga over here for If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay? I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay? You gon' tell me where you from, okay? Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin' As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!

Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station baby Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals Of a prisoner on his way Trapped inside your desire To fire bullets that stray Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away I should ask a choir, "What do you require To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?" As the record spin I should pray For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey I got ate alive yesterday I got animosity building It's probably big as a building Me jumping off of the roof Is just me playing it safe But what am I supposed to do? When the topic is red or blue And you understand that I ain't But know I'm accustomed to Just a couple that look for trouble And live in the street with rank No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face From a function that tooken place They was wondering if I bang Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks I don't mind because one day you'll respect The good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station baby All I see is strobe lights Blinding me in my hindsight Finding me by myself Promise me you can help In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until You had finally made decision to hold me against my will It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still I can never pick out the difference And grade a cop on the bill Every time you clock in the morning I feel you just want to kill All my innocence while ignoring my purpose To persevere as a better person I know you heard this and probably in fear But what am I supposed to do? When the blinking of red and blue Flash from the top of your roof And your dog has to say woof And you ask, "Lift up your shirt" 'Cause you wonder if a tattoo Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down" Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest He don't mind, he know he'll never respect The good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station baby All I see in this room Twenty Xannies and these 'shrooms Grown-up candy for pain Can we live in a sane society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain You hired me as a victim I quietly hope for change When violence is the rhythm Inspired me to obtain The silence in this room With twenty Xannies and 'shrooms Some grown-up candy I lost it I feel it's nothing to lose The streets sure to release the worst side of my best Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt To good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station baby

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies IV's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your colors correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.A.A.d city "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga" If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Wake yo' punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain "et me teach you some lessons about the street It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea How we do Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad Reality struck I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice Cocaine, weed Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip Make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood Loc yeah that's cool The hood took me under so I follow the rules But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can Shots in the crowd then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave Mount up regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip Trip, we in the hood still So loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They realizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim and They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what

Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank Now I done grew up 'round some people living their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask back stroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feels Some people wanna kill their sorrows Some people wanna fit in with the popular that was my problem I was in the dark room loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd move Changing by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor I'ma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience, if you do not hear me then you will be history, Kendrick I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down I'mma drown in some poison abusin' my limit I think that I'm feelin' the vibe I see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin' the freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize This is parental advice then apparently, I'm over influenced by what you are doin' I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me Nigga why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you, bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you, bang Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang Nigga why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank, faded, drank

When the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off And it's my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind I'm behind on what's really important My mind is really distorted I find nothing but trouble in my life I'm fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction Or a reaction of what we consider madness I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright And a fight he tried to put up, but the type Of bullet that stuck had went against his will As blood spilled on your hands My plans rather vindictive Everybody's a victim in my eyes When I ride it's a murderous rhythm And outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em" I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck That same mentality that told my brother not to duck In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if I'll ever discover A passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a young'n In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs Dumb niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child I'm proud and well devoted This Piru shit been in me forever So forever I'ma push it, wherever whenever And I love you 'cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop I hope Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80, the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever Just put her on blast and shit? Judging her past and shit? Well it's completely my future A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit And I'ma need that forty dollars even if I gotta Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys Matter of fact he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week This is the life of another girl damaged by the system These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader You need her to learn something, then you probably need to beat her That's how I was taught Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed And I'm exhausted But fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain If you can't fit the pumps I walk in? I'll wait Your rebuttal a little too late And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great? A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight I'll probably live longer than you and never fade away I'll never fade away, I'll never fade away I know my fate, and I'm on the grind for this cake I'ma get or die trying, I'm eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying You lying to these motherfuckers, talking 'bout you can help with my story You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit When the lights shut off And its my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself Am I really scared of passing away If it's today I hope I hear a Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline Reekin' the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance With the other side may come soon And if I'm doomed, may the wound Help my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And I'm sure not why I'm infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about 'Cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe 'cause I'm dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I'ma rest And you're right, your brother was a brother to me And your sister's situation was the one that put me In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like "It need to be told" Cursing the life of twenty generations after her soul Exactly what'd happened if I ain't continue rappin' Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four Fives, I count lives all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? When the lights shut off And its my turn to settle down My main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh) Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh) Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh) Ay, ay, ay, Where you 'bout to go? Nigga, the homie's brother Nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone! We on the block right now my nigga Like we, nigga we right here "Nigga, they just killed the homie's brother, my nigga We right here on the block, my nigga Al-alright, nigga, nigga just call me, alright, alright Just call me back, man, just call me back Arghh! Fuck! So what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do? Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga Like nigga, I don't give a fuck, my nigga, we can go back right now Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin' I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie! Tired of running Tired of hunting My own kind But retiring nothing Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't Dying of thirst Dying of thirst Dying of thirst Dope on the corner Look at the coroner Daughter is dead Mother is mourning her Strayed bullets Ak bullets Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't Bring her back Who got the footage? Channel 9 Cameras is looking It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dying of thirst Dying of thirst Dying of thirst How many sins? I'm running out How many sins? I lost count Dreams of ballin' like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper calling I'm cottonmouth Money is power, yours is ours Lay with a snitch, die with a coward Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder The same song A black flower I'll show you how to Dye your thirst Dye your thirst Dye your thirst What are we doing? Who are we fooling? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it Tired of running, choirs is humming Tell us to visit, we lying about coming Now back to business, loading the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is viewed And the beef is bubbling It's no discussion, hereditary All of my cousins Dying of thirst Dying of thirst Dying of thirst Too many sins I'm running out Somebody send Me a well for the drought See, all I know, is taking notes On taking this life for granted Granted, if he provoke My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know) My best days, I stress days Say "Fuck the world, " my sex slave Money, pussy and greed was my next crave Whatever it is, know it's my next grave Tired of running, tired of running Tired of tumbling, tired of running Tired of tumbling Back once my momma say "See a pastor, give me a promise What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest You dying of thirst You dying of thirst So hop in that water, and pray that it works" Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie! Is that what I think that is? I know that's not what I think that is Why are you so angry? See, you young men are dying of thirst Do you know what that means? That means you need water, holy water You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord Do you want to receive God as your personal savior? Okay, repeat after me "Lord God, I come to You a sinner." (Lord God, I come to You a sinner) "And I humbly repent for my sins" (And I humbly repent for my sins) "I believe that Jesus is Lord" (I believe that Jesus is Lord) "I believe you raised Him from the dead" (I believe you raised Him from the dead) "I would ask that Jesus come into my life" (I would ask that Jesus come in my life) "And be my Lord and Savior" (And be my Lord and Savior) "I receive Jesus to take control of my life" (I receive Jesus to take control of my life) "And that I may live for Him from this day forward" (And that I may live for Him from this day forward) "Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood" (Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood) "In Jesus name, amen" (In Jesus name, amen) Alright now, remember this day The start of a new life, your real life

I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say When I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie even if they tell Sweet lullabies that come with a smell Of a dozen roses flippin' down the green hill You living in a world that come with plan B 'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee And plan C never could say just what it was And your plans only can pan around love You love him, you love them, you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love red-bottom and gold they say queen You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean You love french tip and trip that pay for You love bank slip that tell you we paid more You love a good hand whenever the card dealt But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say When I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('cause before you know it, everything's gone) I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie even if they fell Out the sky and your optics turn stale Where they mold that's green I can see you fit the bill Of living in a world that come with Plan B 'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake And you can't see success coming from plan C When it all breaks you, you still say you're lovely And love them and love when you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love fast cars and dead presidents old You love fast women You love keepin' control Of everything you love, you love beef You love streets, you love runnin', duckin' police You love your hood, might even love it to death But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say When I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('cause before you know it, everything's gone) The reason why I know you very well 'Cause we have the same eyes can't you tell? The days I tried to cover up and conceal My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal When living in a that come with plan B A scapegoat 'cause plan A don't come free And plan C just an excuse like because Or the word "but", but what if I got love I love them, I love when I love her I love so much, I love when love hurts I love first verse 'cause you're the girl I attract I love second verse 'cause your the homie that packed Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch I love what the both of you have to offer In fact, I love it so much I don't love anything else But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself? To the point I should hate everything I do love Should I hate living my life inside the club? Should I hate her for watching me for that reason? Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'? Should I hate them for telling me ball out? Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' 'bout Hatin' all money, power, respect in my will Or hatin' the fact that none of that shit make me real? Dot, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes no more Just calling Sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy But don't learn the hard way like I did, homie Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga Real is responsibility Real is taking care of your motherfucking family Real is God, nigga I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say When I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you Just make sure you call us back when you get this message Here go your mama Boy, you better have my car on full all this time You done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin' Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you Over there telling you about the good book 'Cause right about now that's what ya'll need Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too I guess he want you and Dave to come to the studio Now look, you take that music business serious, yeah Put out something me and your dad can step to Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you If I don't hear from you by tomorrow I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes Come back a man Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton Let 'em know you was just like them But you still rose from that dark place of violence Becoming a positive person, but when you do make it Give back with your words of encouragement And that's the best way to give back, to your city And I love you Kendrick If I don't hear you knocking on the door You know where I usually leave the key Alright? Talk to you later, bye

Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is King Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it Pretend it's a massacre and the masses upon us And I mastered being the master at dodging your honor And the chapter that read at 25 I would live dormant like five in the morning They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing And if they take everything, know I got Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Ay, Dre what's happening wit' it my nigga Still I'm at it, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magic Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging When I'm back in the back of my city, back in the 'bach With a batch of them banging Dre Beats with me, look where I'm at It's the murder cap' and I'm captain at birthing this gangsta rap It's a wrap when I'm done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month To a hundred mil' in a day, bitch I'm from Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine So come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policeman Won't you spend a weekend on Rosecrans nigga Khaki creasing, crime increasing on Rosecrans nigga Kendrick Conan nigga Where you sword at, hand on the cross and swore that I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that I'm trying to stay grounded like four flats But I know flats and Piru Crip tats Will swarm on me like a beehive Hop in the G ride From the West to the East side Know that's just how Compton roll And that's a given I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that's my decision I crash the Porsche then you report that you see me in Benzes I must report that we import the narcotics you bought it Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business I blow up every time we throw up a record Depending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine So tell that gangster throw his set high Roll it up in a blunt, I'mma take you on the next high I did exactly what I wanted that's what made them checks fly In my direction, you never questioned when I said I Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive A Lambo in heaven but for now I'm on the redeye Flying back to my city cuz I'll forever standby Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Now we can all celebrate We can all harvest the rap artists of NWA America target our rap market, as controversy and hate Harsh realities we in made our music translate To the coke dealers, the hood rich And the broke niggas that play With them gorillas that know killers That know where you stay Roll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rosé This was brought to you by Dre Now every motherfucker in here say: "Look who's responsible For taking Compton international I make 'em holla" Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie Just Blaze Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah In the city of Compton Ain't no city quite like mine Mom, I finna use the van real quick! Be back, 15 minutes!

Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my mind Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds I'm living but, really though, it's never enough 10 milli on, that's a must, living in California Everybody wanna visit for (Women, weed and weather) They come for (Women, weed and weather) (For the women, weed and weather) From all around the world for the (Women, weed and weather) These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for that Still everybody gotta build for that, me? I make mills off that How the fuck can't y'all see I ride, when I drive, down the block and You look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guess Roll it up, baby come lift that dress then roll it up for me when I'm stressed You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather (From all around the world for the) women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old You want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order me Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice No way hell no, uh uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right You want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather (From all around the world for the) women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA Known for that homegrown where I come from Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun I shall proceed, that's me, muthafuck your opinion How many ways am I killing 'em? Shit, right around a billion We on it, that mean we living for the moment That mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got time And I know that I'm in a position of controlling, anything by that ocean I'm a boss I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fucking with this They want that shit, they often feind, I give it to 'em, but in between My time, I gotta tie shoestrings, life's a trip when you want these things I often slip and then I lean toward three W's in life You know blow job need an application, eating pussy make appetite And yeah my type, I like 'em brown, just like my drink, the fuck you think I don't fuck with no hand me downs, see if you fuck then it's after me You know how much I'mma make it work? You know her dress, slip it in her purse When you discussed your love for lust, just make sure you visit here first, Cali You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather (From all around the world for the) women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA

So I'm saying, "What up? What up? Nigga, you made it" So I'm saying, "What up? What up? Nigga, you made it" So I'm saying, "What up? What up? Nigga, you made it" So I'm saying, "What up? What up? Nigga, I hate it" So I'm saying, "What up? What up? Nigga, I hate it" Frustrated and I'm riding down them back streets Making my conscience ask me "Will I survive to make it up out this hole in time?" Black boy fly, black boy fly Black, black boy fly, black boy fly I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo He was the one to follow He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows He would live in the gym, we was living in sorrow Total envy of him, he made his dream become a reality Actually making it possible to swim His way up outta Compton with further more to accomplish Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars It's 2004 and I'm watching him score thirty Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me 'Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder That we was just moving backwards The bungalow where you find us The art of us ditching classes, heading nowhere fast Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom Qualities he was given was the shit we didn't have Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals He had his back like a spinal, meanwhile We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl Eleven graders gone wrong He focused on the NBA, we focused on some Patron Now watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy I used to be jealous of Jayceon I used to be jealous of Jayceon Taylor when I was young Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs A Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm War's the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn It's 2004 and I'm hearing the people roar For the name of The Game, they line in front of the store Swap meets, selling our mixtapes, I'm like, "Oh shit, wait" Don't wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes Mixed feelings was my opinion, I was defending my insecurities Chillin' my conscience next to a villain Compton made you believe success wasn't real Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal So as I peel through these lottery tickets I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped A tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank top He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block So watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Black boy My mama didn't raise me up to be jealous-hearted Like most of the winners call it "Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching" That's what she said, but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan Award touring the country with money from mic recording The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like Top 40 And shortly, I got discouraged Like every time I walked to the corner, had them guns bursting Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase That only one in a million will ever see better days Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis Break your boogie boards to pieces, you just a typical homi' All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me They all'll buy me a chopper if any one of you try me What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle? When two niggas making it out had never sounded logical? Three niggas making it out? That's mission impossible So I never believed the type of performance that I could do I wasn't jealous 'cause of the talents they got I was terrified they'd be the last black boys to fly out of Compton Thank God (Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly)