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)The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires24/7, 365 days times two I was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say…(You goat mouth mammy fucker)I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves Everybody’s suicidal, they don’t even need my help This shit is elementary, I’ll probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybody’s screamin’ “Compton”I should probably run for Mayor when I’m done, to be honest And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo woo! )Something’s in the water (Something’s in the water)And if I gotta brown nose for some gold Then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ baller When you got the yams (What’s the yams? One more suck away from wavin’ flashy wrist My defense, mechanism tell me to get him Quickly because he got it It’s a recession, then why the fuck he a King of Diamonds? The constant big money talk ‘bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin’ up the ass for Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this?
If I was the president I’d pay my mama’s rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Who ever thought? Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom, Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom, Zoom Shit Life can be like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin’ for somethin’, that’s the obvious Oh shit, flow’s so sick, don’t you swallow it Bitin’ my style, you’re salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me, scholarship?placed Kendrick as an observer — not yet ready to put himself and his thoughts out there for public consumption. You preached in front of 100,000 but never reached her I fuckin’ tell you, you fuckin’ failure — you ain’t no leader!But now, we are invited inside the mind of a man whose ideals and thoughts are continually adapting and reacting to the external forces put upon him. He places a responsibility on himself to survive but to also ensure the survival of his listeners.*The annotations are located in the comments because Medium does not yet have a true ability to footnote documents.*Tracklist:1. I never liked you, forever despise you — I don’t need you! I’mma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican, run up, get socked out Hit the Pres with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated but I got a million-dollar check, like that What you want you? I don’t know why you trying to go big, nigga you ain’t shit. This dick ain’t free You lookin’ at me like it ain’t a receipt Like I never made end’s meet, eatin’ your leftovers and raw meat This dick ain’t free Livin’ in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin’ me green is all I need Evidently all I seen was spam and raw sardines This dick ain’t free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty four inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents Hell fuckin’ naw, this dick ain’t free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin’, let ‘em in, who’s that? When I get signed, homie I’mma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch a little secretary bitch for the homies Blue eyed devil with a fat ass monkey I’mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce four Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring Married to the game, made a bad bitch yours When I get signed homie I’mma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass ‘em all out on the block, what’s good? Anything, see, my name is Uncle Sam, I’m your dog Motherfucker you can live at the mall I know your kind (That’s why I’m kind)Don’t have receipts (Oh man, that’s fine)Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché and say, fuck your haters I can see the borrow in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it’s no white-collar in you But it’s whatever though because I’m still followin’ you Because you make me live forever baby, count it all together baby Then hit the register and make me feel better baby Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two c-notes Too much ain’t enough both we know Christmas, tell ‘em what’s on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain’t pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I’ll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Lookin’ down is quite a drop (It’s quite a drop, drop)Lookin’ good when you’re on top (When you’re on top you got it)You got a medal for us, leavin’ miracles metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga.