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Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar
This is king Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw
Fix your
would go insane
But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same.
People and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
Were
might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the God
Nah you ain't the God
Nigga Cole the God
January 28th
partner
By the name of Kendrick Lamar
You know what I’m talkin' about?
This is the ism this is the vision
You know what I’m talkin' about?
You gotta
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya
me
Or say no more. Black stars can come and get me
Take it from Oprah Winfrey
Tell her she right on time
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus
to dr. fixaflat, the ass doctor
She got two tickets in backstage passes to the winners
Circle concert featuring yg, ty dolla $ign, kendrick lamar
tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor
So when I write on this paper, it's real talk, so

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar as 'Death'
eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick!
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar mm
AKA Benz is to me is just a car mm
That mean your
eyein' me like a n**** don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick!
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar mm
AKA Benz is to me is just a car mm
That mean your
eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick!
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar mm
AKA Benz is to me is just a car mm
That mean your
and the Kendrick Lamars
And so, I took the fall like the son of the Lord
On the cross, dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought
For the past decade
If I should
Children put on your angry faces
Mothers hide your daughters
I've been busy burning bridges hovering over troubled waters
City folk'll never
the mag at your liver
Then smoke a couple bags for the fact you got hit up
Ride around bumping Kendrick Lamar, the homies
Looking for a great time, never
Vans gekauft
Dazu die Vintage Ray Ben
Ich seh blendend aus
Auf meinen Beats by Dre pumpt Kendrick Lamar
Und das Mädchen gegenüber hat die Selben in
the racks that we be getting
Don't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user
I'm still rocking camo, I still roll with shooters
I'm a villain in my city
the racks that we be getting
Don't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user
I'm still rocking camo, I still roll with shooters
I'm a villain in my city
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 homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
my city outta poverty' money
Don't lie to me honey, I know that thang fake
Put a candle on that ass, tell her “give me that cake”, wait
I rep NY,
Glory! Glory!
I am winning!
God kid from a mad city. I ain’t Kendrick
The dope thing about you no matter how much I mic mick you
I’m only bringing out
trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like
puliti

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eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick!
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar mm
AKA Benz is to me is just a car mm
That mean your
you can’t afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up