[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Niggas always talk about how many cars they got
Where I'm from [?] might get you popped
'Cause these [?], they don't give a fuck about nothing
Fast car, fly bitches, or big face hundreds
That gang bang shit, I did it and done it
[?] projects, the land of the [?]
I lost so many homies [?]
[?] can't see what it's coming
Yeah I'm feeling like [?], and I started from scratch
I give anything to bring my grandmas back
[?]
[?] get my unk off crack
Now I gotta watch my back, 'cause I got cash
I'm in the fast lane, haters wanna see me crash
Bitches didn't like me then, wanna see me bad
I just roll past and laugh, like kiss my ass
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Brooklyn to Vietnam, war to 'em
The Glock click-clack an atom bomb
I drop bombs like the conspiracy of 9-1-1
Ya hearin' me? Flow is emergency
See how I do it like none other, the truest
Me and the track is bread and butter, I keep the toast on me dough
Big homie my only coach, what up, Hova?
I'm getting closer, new whip trip, my first step
My next step is a strategy move bang out hits like a domestic husband would do
I'm the shit, know I'm sick without the flu
The doctors can't cure for it
Catch me in a guacamole coupe, awkward tint, while awkward in it
Discussing album placements
We ain't on the same level, boy, I live in the Matrix
So anything that you say that you got? Save it
Niggas always talk about how many cars they got
Where I'm from [?] might get you popped
'Cause these [?], they don't give a fuck about nothing
Fast car, fly bitches, or big face hundreds
That gang bang shit, I did it and done it
[?] projects, the land of the [?]
I lost so many homies [?]
[?] can't see what it's coming
Yeah I'm feeling like [?], and I started from scratch
I give anything to bring my grandmas back
[?]
[?] get my unk off crack
Now I gotta watch my back, 'cause I got cash
I'm in the fast lane, haters wanna see me crash
Bitches didn't like me then, wanna see me bad
I just roll past and laugh, like kiss my ass
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Brooklyn to Vietnam, war to 'em
The Glock click-clack an atom bomb
I drop bombs like the conspiracy of 9-1-1
Ya hearin' me? Flow is emergency
See how I do it like none other, the truest
Me and the track is bread and butter, I keep the toast on me dough
Big homie my only coach, what up, Hova?
I'm getting closer, new whip trip, my first step
My next step is a strategy move bang out hits like a domestic husband would do
I'm the shit, know I'm sick without the flu
The doctors can't cure for it
Catch me in a guacamole coupe, awkward tint, while awkward in it
Discussing album placements
We ain't on the same level, boy, I live in the Matrix
So anything that you say that you got? Save it
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