[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
One, two, one, two, one, two, ch-ch-ch-ch
Mm
Nah, one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two
Turn the headphones up, Ali
One, two
You mix with Dre, right?
Hehehehehe
Turn the headphones up
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
When the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated
Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it
But I could never rewrite history in a coffin
So I'm talking to God: "Can you wash all these demons off me?"
This last year been quite similar to Aaliyah
Controlled my own destiny— only rapper that steered a G5
G's give high-fives to me and say, "Kendrick, just persevere”
The presence of being real
As I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles
Thinking, "How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?"
My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished or turning back to that same accomplice
My past life was a child with no act-right tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site
Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent
Assuring that some blossom early and some truant
Thank God for the album I idolized
"It's Dark and Plus Hell is Hot"—that's the start of this crazy ride
Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage
That thought we was Jay and Dame—that’s the lane that we tried to drive
Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away
I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse
My nigga got hit 25 times with a K
Make the decision: Ride the beat or ride in a hearse
Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach
Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote—
His name on his record deal; we had figured the coast
Would live on a pedestal once the shit hit the store
Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out
Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought
Q ain't got a place to stay and 'bout to sleep on the couch
We eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount
Meanwhile, the coast going hard at each other
The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort, but I ain't need it
I never screamed out "The New West"—I didn't believe it
They brung each other down; I was planning out my achievements, huh
I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
I need to kill you motherfuckers dead (Doot doot doot)
Three hollow-tips aimed at your head (Doot doot doot doot)
I'll be damned if the chopper jam now (Doot doot doot doot)
And we never asked for no handout
In the midst of it all, I recall a call when you said how—
We could never resolve in the Hall of Fame, and I went to trial
With a Bible and rifle: I play the game as I "blam-blaow!"
Holler back at me, nigga
And if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?
'Cause when the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David
And pray to God that you make it or live your life in The Matrix
'Cause falling off is a sickness—I heard that it's quite contagious
I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
I need to kill you motherfuckers dead
Three hollow-tips aimed at your head
One, two, one, two, one, two, ch-ch-ch-ch
Mm
Nah, one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two
Turn the headphones up, Ali
One, two
You mix with Dre, right?
Hehehehehe
Turn the headphones up
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
When the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated
Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it
But I could never rewrite history in a coffin
So I'm talking to God: "Can you wash all these demons off me?"
This last year been quite similar to Aaliyah
Controlled my own destiny— only rapper that steered a G5
G's give high-fives to me and say, "Kendrick, just persevere”
The presence of being real
As I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles
Thinking, "How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?"
My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished or turning back to that same accomplice
My past life was a child with no act-right tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site
Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent
Assuring that some blossom early and some truant
Thank God for the album I idolized
"It's Dark and Plus Hell is Hot"—that's the start of this crazy ride
Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage
That thought we was Jay and Dame—that’s the lane that we tried to drive
Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away
I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse
My nigga got hit 25 times with a K
Make the decision: Ride the beat or ride in a hearse
Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach
Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote—
His name on his record deal; we had figured the coast
Would live on a pedestal once the shit hit the store
Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out
Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought
Q ain't got a place to stay and 'bout to sleep on the couch
We eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount
Meanwhile, the coast going hard at each other
The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort, but I ain't need it
I never screamed out "The New West"—I didn't believe it
They brung each other down; I was planning out my achievements, huh
I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
I need to kill you motherfuckers dead (Doot doot doot)
Three hollow-tips aimed at your head (Doot doot doot doot)
I'll be damned if the chopper jam now (Doot doot doot doot)
And we never asked for no handout
In the midst of it all, I recall a call when you said how—
We could never resolve in the Hall of Fame, and I went to trial
With a Bible and rifle: I play the game as I "blam-blaow!"
Holler back at me, nigga
And if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?
'Cause when the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David
And pray to God that you make it or live your life in The Matrix
'Cause falling off is a sickness—I heard that it's quite contagious
I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
I need to kill you motherfuckers dead
Three hollow-tips aimed at your head
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