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There, there baby, it's just stuff
It's in the ABC of up
There, there baby, it's just stuff
in the ABC of growing up

[XV - 1]
Yeah, three women me
Famous paid me
Not enough to up but sure enough
Cause I aint lazy
If teachers thought I was or crazy, or both
With hopes of a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't
Being fly was to the lowest
I would stand on my desk to see the world in a different way
The dead society of a
Homie I'm focused but thats something a dude can't prove
I mean fair, I was damn invisible at school
So I banged for a minute cause all my n-ggas was
Just me and two of my dudes, blue man
Had dreams of things they said you can't do
Cause everything black and white, unless you chew bamboo
So I was after big bills like a dude?
All the while my mamma asking why I'm at school
She

[XV - 2]
So why I go to college
My mammas ultimatum made me say I know I got it
My n-ggas D's buggin'
Stay on your computer software
But we holding hardware we thuggin'
Now they in the trap with some guns they dun borrowed
And all this snow, I call it empty
With plans to reach the end if I had to start slow
Sold CD's in the mall dough like Sbarro's
Then I left the hood, like f-ck it, don't need the
They banking out on you well, and I mean Fargo
But even if you leave somehow it try to
Baby brother took a charge hotter than and Rondo
Tryna keep his head up his eyes are in the bible
Cause they say your is idol, it's a devils toy aisle
My nephew looking at me his daddy is his idol
I told him sit down, this information is

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Living my like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit
The gang and the violence is the sweetest song
In a room with the heart of a
Don't my patience, I'm waiting
To kill a man as I at the celiing fan
As a fan of these streets
If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal
Screaming now, the police
I'm my cards with jokers on 'em
You can him or stone him
I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of
You couldn't your life for the moment
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
I'm in the of a black Buick, finna black out like February
Ay, how blacks do it right?
I cut off my ears I hear your advice and vice versa
I'm screaming for help as as I can but thats not working
I'm working them like Blueprints
Then cut a L on my offence
The judge threw the book at me than said