The Art Of Peer Pressure lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

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 will roll up

Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor

We on the mission for bad bitches in trouble

I hope the universe love you today

cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away

a flock of positive activists and fill their body with hate, if it's necessary

Bumping Jeezy' first album, looking distracted

Speaking language only we know, you think it's an accent

The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it

Hot-boxing 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 of 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 fo' and get twisted some more)

Me and the homies

(I ride for my motherfucking niggas

Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in)

Me and the homies

(Matter of fact, I hope out that motherfucker

and be like, do-do-do-do! Do-do-do-do-do!)

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 4-0-5, passing Westchester

You know the light-skinned girls in all their 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 the conversation

We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like, then started interrogating

I never was a gangbanger

I mean I never was stranger to the folk 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

(Just riding, just riding)

Me and the homies

(Bullshitting, acting a fool)

Me and the homies

(Tripping, really tripping)

Me and the homies

(Just riding, just riding, just riding)

Bragging bout the episode we just had

A shot of Hennessy 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 ya

We tryna conquer the city with disobedience

Quick to turn it up, beefing 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've been camping out for like two months

The sun is going down as we take whatever we want

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, kicking it

I should have told her I'm probably bout to catch my first offense

with the homies

[police sirens ring]

But they made a right, then made a left, then made a right

Then another right

One lucky night with the homies

(And this is the art of peer pressure

This is the art of peer pressure)

Me and the homies

(This is the art of peer pressure

This is the art of peer pressure)

Me and the homies

(And this is the art of peer pressure

This is the art of peer pressure)

Me and the homies

(This is the art of peer pressure

This is the art of peer pressure)

Money Trees lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish

Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish

Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

You looking like an easy come up, ya bish

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish

And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook:]

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doin'

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives 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

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, now

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 at the school

You know big ballin with my homies

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

Back to reality we poor, ya bish

Another casualty at war, ya bish

Two bullets in my uncle tony head

He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish

That Louie's Burger never be the same

A louis belt will never ease that pain

But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'

Gang signs out the window, ya bish

Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gone crash it when nobodies home

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Anna Wise]

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

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

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 hustling

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

[Hook]

[Outro]

Poetic Justice lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Drake)

[Intro]
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!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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 write poems in these songs dedicated to you
And you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet when 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 can never right my wrongs
'less I write it down for real, P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

[Verse 2: Drake]
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 saves relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve
Every letter is 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 poor 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, mmhmm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S.....

[Hook]

[Skit]
"I'm gon' ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
"Yo I don't care who this nigga over here for, if he don't tell where he come, it's a wrap! I'm sorry"
"Hol' up hol' up hol' up, we gon' do it like this, OK? I'mma tell you where I'm from, you gon' tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?"
"Enough with all this talkin"
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie"

Good Kid lyrics - kendrick lamar

[Hook: Pharrell]

Mass hallucination baby

Ill education baby

Want to reconnect with your relations

This is your station baby

[Verse 1]

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 a tire 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 respect

The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

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

And 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

? or 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

With the blinking of red and blue

Flash from the top of your roof

And your dog has to say proof

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 we never respect

The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

All I see in this room

20 Xanies and these 'shrooms

Grown-up candy for pain

Can we live in the same 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 20 Xanies 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

[Hook]

m.A.A.d City lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Mc Eiht)

[Intro:]

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

[ScHoolBoy Q:]

"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook:]

"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 now run, my nigga

[Verse 1:]

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, O-Boog [?], and Yaya [?], 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 recorder 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

Pack to stand 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

Or warn the 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 pieces

BG's 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 cornbread, 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

[Hook:]

"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 now run, my nigga."

[Bridge:]

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

[ScHoolBoy Q:]

"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[MC Eiht:]

Wake yo punk ass up!

It ain't nothin but a Compton thang

Chyea

Real simple and plain

I'm a teach you some lessons about the street

It ain't nothin but a Compton thang

Chyea

How we do

[Verse 2:]

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 because 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 a legion then 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

[Mc Eiht:]

Cocaine, weed

Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's loc

Shine sticks, buck nakeds

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

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 spraycan

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 10 grand's where motherfuckers stand

[Kendrick Lamar:]

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'm mashing 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 them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn

They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins

Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame

That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and

They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits

And the price on his head, the tots 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

[Skit]

Swimming Pools (Drank) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Hook:]

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

[Verse 1:]

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'm a get fucked up, fillin' up my cup

I see the crowd mood

Changing by the minute and the record on repeat

Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me:

[Chorus:]

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'm a 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'm a dive in it

[Hook:]

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

[Verse 2:]

Okay, now open your mind up and listen to me, Kendrick

I'm in 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'm a 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 arrive

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

[Chorus:]

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'm a 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'm a dive in it

[Hook:]

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

[Bridge:]

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

[Chorus:]

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'm a 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'm a dive in it

[Hook:]

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

Sing About Me, I'm Dying Of Thirst lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Sing About Me]

[Intro:]

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

[Verse 1:]

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 I 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'm a 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 -

[Hook:]

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

[Verse 2:]

You wrote a song about my sister on your tape

And called it section.80, the message resemble 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'm a need that 40 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'm a get or die trying, I'm eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying

You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about 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, this bullshit...

[Hook:]

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

[Verse 3:]

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 till it drown in the blood of Jesus

I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline

Rake in the cent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance

With the other side may come soon

And if I'm doomed, may the wound

Help me mother be blessed for many moons

I suffer a lot

And every day the 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'm a 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 of 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 20 generations after her soul"

Exactly would have happened if I hadn't continued 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

Now am I worth it?

Did I put enough work in?

[Hook:]

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

[Skit]

[I'm Dying of Thirst]

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 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 righteous but 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 feuding

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 what's my next crave

Whatever it is, know it's my next grave

Tired of running, tired of running

I'm tired of tumbling, tired of running

I'm tired of tumbling

Backwards my mama 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"

[Skit/Outro]