Lyrics:
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
by Yes
I made some sense of all my mess mess mess mess (Oh yeah)
So it's true
When you hit that poor ol' roo
It's not the places where you make new
Verse 1:
If you free your mind your ass has got to
But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through
Searchin' for
I've been awake for two days straight
Trapped in my mind
Built this home and sit upon this throne
But I can't see through the blinds
Sunlight ain't
(ayy)
You ain't on my frequency, aerial or TV
You 2D? I'm 3D, you 4G? I'm 5G
I came correct like Nike, I read you all like psychics (woof)
chilling in my bed sick
Well shit. I Guess ill watch a lot of Netflix
Adam West and Angela Lansbury apparently
Are my two key celebrity grandparents who
a ride"
So they scooped em up, the rig was souped up, man it had TV's inside
Ol' Zeke was surprised cause his eyes had seen beyond
His wildest dreams,
at the ceiling
I can't get a break nothing I can really do
How many fucking issues did you sing on album two
I know it's just a song but I wrote this song for you
Ol Smokey
V1
Luzianne's been lyin in bed
I ain't heard a single word she said
Cause the TVs on and Ol Smokey is losin again
V2
That's when she
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
they started laughing
What up Bossdog, good lookin' on this tea
Import that bag from Europe, exclusively
Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
dropped a album in two years and I'm still on tv
I gotta swag so retarded like hoa
The girls like boosie fuck me harder,
Bitch! hoa
Nigga say they
with two baby daddies
Ol' school caddy, fuckin cluckers in alleys
Ignorant, like you know nigga been dis, you all up in it
Kinda like tha free
beat me (ayy)
You ain't on my frequency, aerial or TV
You 2D? I'm 3D, you 4G? I'm 5G
I came correct like Nike, I read you all like psychics (woof)
[Verse 2:]
Things seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
Cause the dosage wasn't right
a ride"
So they scooped em up, the rig was souped up, man it had TV's inside
Ol' Zeke was surprised cause his eyes had seen beyond
His wildest dreams,
get cold like 2 degree
Nah Fuck this shit I ain't showing up
Just Write me up for truancy No you and me
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my
Feature one two on my album
Cos I like white girls like talcan
And I like black girls like malcom
Black girls i like them white girls
I like them asian
When we was up late way past two on the phone
Won't waste time wanted you all alone
Those days I had wanted you in my home
But these days
These days
a recording
School system been so fucked
Everything boring
Big ol' D no Dora
She explore it
Big ol' dollar signs
She can't ignore it
Cause she a bottom feeder
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
'Cause I snatched the battery
Off his back the TV pack
Why pop the rhyme
On a rhymer when I kick it
Rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot
Who
stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
Drop 3-2
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