[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q
He uglier than a motherfucker (laughs)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Tire marks, tire marks
Finish line with the tire marks
When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
God MC, oh my God, you gotta see
There’s never no I's in me
Of an Odyssey, I’m a block away
Fire marshal's moving in
Marshmallows inside my pen
Sweet sixteens
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled
With the prototype with a godly protocol
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada
I don’t care where ya are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat
In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam n***a
Have two grams n***a pay up or blam blam n***a
Had a black Camry, bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam n***a
I had been around n***as
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Yo, um, yo
Oh-so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
N***a watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me, "Papi"
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You n***as' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi, fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My Nikes clean, I see these n***as hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon, you'll say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
N***a leaking, you gon' have to go see the deacon, you stupid sucker
Young Dom, say you old n***as should wrap it up
You whack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt, and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for them collabs 'cause all you bastards suck

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty-deep-in-Saugus shit
Fire-starter squadron, dodgin' coppers since—
Ask her why she dropping, cuz, it's probably 'cause he prodigious
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick bristle type n***a on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz
Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat
Missin' all affection for these n***as
Redirectin' all these n***as
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and driving, twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace, void a villain, sue me
Driving into fences 'cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch, I'm busy cruising, 'scuse me
[Verse 4: Vince Staples]
Can't even walk up in the church without these n***as tryna testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Mama didn't wanna give birth to a n***a
Should've murdered a n***a, I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof, .380 with the weave in it
On sight, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry— that's Halle, not Brent
Shooting like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did
N***as want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me
'Cause since the first take, it's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doin' what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job

[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
God MC, oh my God, you gotta see
There’s never no I's in me
Of an Odyssey, I’m a block away
Fire marshal's moving in
Marshmallows inside my pen
Sweet sixteens
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled
With the prototype with a godly protocol
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada
I don’t care where ya are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat
In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam n***a
Have two grams n***a pay up or blam blam n***a
Had a black Camry, bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam n***a
I had been around n***as, killas, pimps
You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch
Shoved off the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma in the bathroom poppa at work
Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church
Look at my shirt, Polo on it
It’s gon' sell if my logo on it
I fear no opponent
A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
You looking at the 2010 Romans
Empire, Hiiipower HP, in ya face like HD
And I spit like a HK
I’ma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G
Problem and Hootie n***a
Tell the government come shoot me, n***a
Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
And a fist full of money give it to the fifth grade
Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade
With a democratic politician from CA
They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K
Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ
Give us some free J’s put us in PJs
Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way