[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
If I die tomorrow my city would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
[Verse 1: Punch]
Ayo, the sky scorchin’, acid rain fallin’ from the porches
These boys out peddlin’ porcelain to less fortunate
We knee deep in the bride of the four horsemen
Can’t tell the trees from where the forest is
More coffins filled with good lookin’ corpses
The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard, braveheart cemeteries
Seventh grade school picture on the cover of the obituary
I wrote it in my scrolls, literary student, a visionary nuisance
The voice of the movement, peep out the window, articulate confusion
The YG's raise the baby thugs like soldiers
Teach ‘em to run spots and throw ‘em from the shoulder
Shooters, gun toters, the older ones control them like MK ULTRA
Violence, the code of silence, baby girl wylin’, she got a thousand problems
She do hair and sell dope out of the same housing, she be too busy mouthing
In everybody business, the first one to start singing faced with a sentence
Section 8 tenants, the black and white buildings, parole violators, government assistance
GR recipients, collect checks and hit licks, [?] they sleeping with two bricks
Sold them wholesale to a snitch
They caught him on camera, promised him a sweet deal if he flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers, gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q
(Smart ghetto ass)
If I die tomorrow my city would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
[Verse 1: Punch]
Ayo, the sky scorchin’, acid rain fallin’ from the porches
These boys out peddlin’ porcelain to less fortunate
We knee deep in the bride of the four horsemen
Can’t tell the trees from where the forest is
More coffins filled with good lookin’ corpses
The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard, braveheart cemeteries
Seventh grade school picture on the cover of the obituary
I wrote it in my scrolls, literary student, a visionary nuisance
The voice of the movement, peep out the window, articulate confusion
The YG's raise the baby thugs like soldiers
Teach ‘em to run spots and throw ‘em from the shoulder
Shooters, gun toters, the older ones control them like MK ULTRA
Violence, the code of silence, baby girl wylin’, she got a thousand problems
She do hair and sell dope out of the same housing, she be too busy mouthing
In everybody business, the first one to start singing faced with a sentence
Section 8 tenants, the black and white buildings, parole violators, government assistance
GR recipients, collect checks and hit licks, [?] they sleeping with two bricks
Sold them wholesale to a snitch
They caught him on camera, promised him a sweet deal if he flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers, gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q
(Smart ghetto ass)
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