Lyrics:
Bernie Rhodes knows don't argue
Why must you record my phone calls?
Are you planning a bootleg LP?
Said you've been threatened by gangsters
Now
guess you'd call denial
And I always heard they say that you're the last one to know
Well buddy I was last by a long, long while
You'll be sorry you
his lap
Matter fact
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back gunshot
The screen reads: "This is a
Satire by Kendrick Lamar"
It's not
are you supposed to know what you get
Wake me when it's over, but don't turn on the light
Call me by name, that's alright I try, all night long,
Ooh,
dandy and high
Is that looney motherfucker that they call Kurupt
Billin' out the house with some gin in his cup
Now I found myself blowin' out smoke
finna spit this simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just
thrown
I've done more for this city than these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years
Look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone
I call
my paper up
In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch
I'm not the type that you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its all in my blood
So
before you know it, everything's gone)
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they fell
Out the sky and your optics turn
that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk
that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young,
enough
They devised conspiracies
To attack my body, my mind, and dreams
Chorus
By the grace of God, I’m here
It’s my only testimony
By the grace of God,
smokin' on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna
just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's
When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why
impressive, but when will they learn their lesson
That it's not the words that count, it's the message
They get a lot of big words out of some magazine
proof that the harder it get
I don't lose, it's just smarter I get
Play it cool, it's part of respect
Play it cool, nah, that part of me left
They be
your plots and schemes in your game shows
To turn our heroes into zero's
Know your tricks and deeds
Want to kill the seeds
That we plant and grow
Why you
everything's fine
Why are things so nice
Is this the place that they call paradise
Oh, it's paradise
Look around you day by day
See the people on their way
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
to a sweet one, call that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock'
Closet full up with designer, comin' like Panda
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
the strapped stacks
That's all that really matters, as the death toll is shattered
Call it what it is - kids that never had a chance
Justify the sin that is due
Got the place surrounded
Don't know how they found it
Man, fuck that money, ain't no time to count it
Got to get to movin'
Only god can save us
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