G:] 9th Wonder, Warren G... It's classic
Yeah, respect to the trigger finger I've been that line sice grade school, a fool Since I touch down they wanna fuck now But get it, she got ass with a nose like... Pippen My it ain't never scared Got real over there and hustle over here Dare a nigga try to take it he gone it til he make it Shawty break em like a bracelet, real talk, Yeah, don't you if you get caught You already if you do then you dead And now in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat But suck it up bitch with it, huh no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda Paper no food 'cause Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the I dare you fuckers get at me I dare you mother get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the team before there was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over strings Rhyming on these beats the 90s I'm a factor Here with this until I'm in the here after Classic with this mike like mike he was blacker And you, you me of me when I was wacker I read lines and bring drama an actor But I'm so hollywood that you would that I'm a rapper You think that I got in backwards? It really matter
Producer the rapper, he's the former I'm the latter Spacing out these bars so you niggas can on I'm that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong Burn out the industry as hot as my Be mainstream dream meets the nightmare of The anti of cool Still most likely to succeed there ain't right no rules
[Kendrick Uh, my we out here Photo cutless and nothing known for luggage Down trip, you fabricate to the we don't believe shit Believing it or not, call your bluffin' leave ass with knots The juggernaut that's in your rectum, call pac and em' Sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my telepathy start to f Em' Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I start b b b Fuck up your function and your house party my life's shortly fortune And If the feds call me, I softly, just toss me life, And your tops and my possy came too properly bite Everybody's watching alright, if you're not me life Steal my big a kite, Got my shit buzzin when shit a doorbell, an insect or lightyear in Sight, amen! Now won't you be, a man! and pay and sure, yes we progress Destroy your steps, son! Son son Son son Son