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[Verse 1 - Kendrick I used to to see the penitentiary Way elementary Thought it was to look the judge In the face when he me Since my uncles was My intuition has said I was for family ties My mama is stressing, my tired I need me a weapon, niggas ride Every minute, hour and second. tried To me. How I'm gonna listen When I even hear God? Heaven or Hell, Base it all on my My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your You like to a street nigga for real nigga The nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya I with ya like my son at the sun and you'll be lookin In my eyes homie. for something Or fall for anything, and you With two left feet at the rink But anyway, this for my Uncles, 23 hours sending me I want you to know that I'm so To blow, that you the music I wrote, it get you off Death Row You came home to a full of stones A Metro PC phone, you went back in So I touch the pen, the Pen is in My view. get it right, just so you:
[Bridge - And I do for the city Got Hennessey and my real Niggas me F-ck the police, gonna have To and get me If it good to you if you hear me
2] You like to mistake a street nigga for a real That same nigga that kill ya, will squeal with ya I'd like to start it out from the bottom and build ya Be on my dollar and split the bill with ya I'm 23 morals and plans of living cordial Not rich, but There's nothing you can me My killings are not The city got my back before that, I give my torso You think it, and don't call me lyrical Cause really I'm just a nigga evil and spiritual I know rappers using big words To their similes curve My simplest shit be pivotal I penetrate the of good kids and criminals Worry some that live life critical So won't you bare witness while I feet So you can walk in my shoes and get to me But anyway, for my pops On his lunch break, eating in the lot On Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves But really he was stressing me, getting I deserved Somebody said my on the radio He ain't I was ready for The world that So the next he roll up And grams in it, he'll probably be Out of work, laid back, he