[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Yeah
I ain't gon' waste no time with it [?]
Look
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
At first sight, you thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like a fan and become a fan?
You prolly workin' on a mixtape of your own
You prolly reached out to get me on a song
And I ain't holla back, so you feel like I'm full of shit
You mighta even considered coming up with a diss
And I only encourage that if you wanna cease to exist
You n***as searching for hits, I'm just markin' off my list
And if I had one wish
All of y'all'd disappear with the flick of the wrist
I figure shit, the game is overpopulated with bull
You need a tug-o-war rope for the stunts y'all pull
But in this day and age, a gimmicks the way to enter
And who needs attention if it ain't in the center?
And yeah, I'm a sinner, like everybody else is
So I don’t need your help long as God’s a forgiver
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me, I learned from wise men
Who read the newspaper over cigarettes and coffee
And they only interest is benefits on Wall Street
And you look up to n***as movin' bricks in the [?]
But you ain't about shit, that's what dude Dogg taught me
No sixes on sprees but a bucket on hubcap
With one missin' on the driver side, and I love that, uh
When I roll through the city, it give me a rush
Yeah, I'm high off life, but I'm rollin' blunts
Big balls, thick broads lick my scrotum up
Sure shot, like Odom, when he’s open, what?
I see you scopin', be sure to gargle
I'm stoned like a Gargoyle, straight out of Carson
Marchin', I put on for my soil, plant the seed
Which should grow to a tree, tallest we’ve ever seen
So if I happen to leave, just refer to the leaves
With no college, I'm still cold, droppin' degrees
And know everything ain't what it seems
But they're all actors, they belong in a scene
The notorious scholar, payin' homage to Curtis King
'Cause I too share a similar dream
I wonder if n***as like [?] will ever make it big as Jigga
For being a lyricist, and not a pretender
You tender-minded n***as should surrender
'Cause when I return like enter, I'ma end ya
See, I was meant to filter out the ignorance
That young boy kick it like all three ninjas
Legend on the block, shout out to Legend and Block
And when it get greasy, I just call Ben [?]
Easy, ask ScHoolboy about my groove
Smoke up all this weed and don't drop one hove
Tryna make moves, but Punch keeps sayin'
That patience is virtue, and this may be true
But I can't wait to reign, like a hurricane came through
Get to swimming, and if y'all can't get it then
I'ma just hype-man for Kendrick, yo
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh
Straight out the gate, I represent for every Section 8
Housing in Compton, there's more to accomplish
The bomb, Hiroshima's atomic
My palm over the book of Psalms, promise to God I keep it honest
Mind over matter, my subject matters are landmines
I'm on a bubble like a Scantron, my hustle
Got Nipsey on his toes, we 'bout to pimp this game
Like a book of cheat codes, word to Rock and Ab-Soul
ScHoolboy Q, money longer than any jewel
That's how we tryna get it and if you say you got it
I'm sure you gotta take it back like Enterprise cars that's rented
We authentic, you're all bitches, no pun intended
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to turn it up this year, bro
Bustin' through your earlobes, they all wanna rock
I don't know if I'm K.Dot or a Guitar Hero
Ever since like a year old, knew I would see these Euros
Trips overseas like an extra'd out Blood
Protection out 'cause I know they hate to show me love
My apron out, 'cause I like to really cook it up
Soufflé for any Jigga, Lupe, Eminem or André
Weezy F. Baby or any rapper hot from the '80s
I'm a competitor, they wanna put they
Money on me, I'd rather them send they checks to Haiti
That's more important than me fillin' your ass with poison
Quite frankly, you can't change me
So put me in your CD changer and admit this a banger
I admit, I'm a stranger to givin' up
No exceptions, make your girl famous for givin' butt
Since '87, I been a blessin' to bless y'all
Close your eyes, play track number five, and see God
Copped this state of mind, that's the state of mines
I make my city make noise, you just make your moms
See the godfather, I could probably date your moms
Make Ab the godfather when I fuck a couple times, haha
Like call me Guitar Hero, or call me Dada
Sister days of Dada, I been on my shit, n***a
And you ain't shit, n***a
Just shit on a shingle and if they shit on my single
I'll be loadin' up the nana clip, ready to mingle
I take it personal and all West DJs the first to go
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Not all of 'em
Just some