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Kendrick Lamar

Tell em Kendrick did it, ayy
who showed you how to run a blitz?
Tell em Kendrick did it
who put the West back in front of shit?
Tell em Kendrick did it, ayy
I m trippin and I m lovin it
Tell em Kendrick did it, like, wha?
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain t goin

Ayy, on the dead ones
We ll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs
All of my killers on go, like, who said somethin ?
Redrum, all I think about when I see heads com?
Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go
L?t em claim it
We the ones who really pop, bro
Don t televise it
We the ones who lettin chops blow
Opps know, let em piss him off and it s a flop show
Murder man, singin murder music
off a murder van
Beat the pussy up like I been celibate
and I murder sound
Who is him? One and only shotta
known as murder man
Catch you doin dirty
it s no other way but murder plans
I broke her heart
and you the type to go and fix it
Don t wanna speak if you ain t talkin bout no ticket
I m bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it
Hit that block with diamonds on me
you could tell em Peysoh did it

Tell em Peysoh did it, ayy
who showed you how to run a blitz?
Tell em Peysoh did it
who put the West back in front of shit?
Tell em Peysoh did it, ayy
I m trippin and I m lovin it
Tell em Peysoh did it, like, wha?
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain t goin

Hop out suicide doors, it s the Hitta, man
You don t wanna see them doors slidin on the Caravan
I know killers who was catchin bodies
and not one fade
I was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin chains
Fourteen, ridin minibikes with some dead friends
Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban
Twenty-five, feelin like the box, it was full of sand
At the cemetery, fuck that, that s where I could ve been
142nd, I m connected like I m Rosecrans
Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan
Uppin scores, doin files
Sacrifices like a boxing ring
Can t throw in the towel, pistol-packin since a child
Ayy, like it s Iraq, shooter name Hussein
Ridin with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame
She said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?
True to my religion, Cuban links
more than two chains

Tell em Hitta did it, ayy
who showed you how to run a blitz?
Tell em Hitta did it
who put the West back in front of shit?
Tell em Hitta did it, ayy
I m trippin and I m lovin it

It s gettin down to the wire
Get on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliers
Been comin back-to-back hits
how this nigga ain t tired?
I m with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuire
I m switchin gears, I pop the clutch
I ll send a nigga up
A risk-taker, I ll call you niggas bluff
If they hangin out for real
we come deduct, tuckin tails, they out of luck
When it s wartime, they hidin in the cut
Y all had y all chance, y all couldn t do it
I swear I m comin worse
than y all baby moms
I m puttin niggas through it
They hate to see me doin it
Meal ticket, I m pursuin it
I m in the field for real, UCLA Bruins
They askin how I do it, how a young nigga so fluent
I kept my mouth closed
and I ain t never leave no witness
D.O.A. up on the scene
tell em YoungThreat did it, nigga