Momma

Oh shit! I need that
 I need that sloppy
 That sloppy
 
 Like a Chevy in quicksand
 Yeah, that sloppy
 
 This feelin' is unmatched
 This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
 Black Pendleton ball cap
 (West, west, west)
 We don't share the same synonym, fall back
 (West, west, west)
 Been in it before internet had new acts
 Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
 My innocence limited the experience lacked
 Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked
 The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact
 You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic
 Remember scribblin' scratchin' dilligent sentences backwards
 Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
 Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
 Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic
 Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
 Winnin' in every decision
 Kendrick is master that mastered it
 Isn't it lovely how menaces turned attraction?
 Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic
 Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque
 But what's better than that?
 The fact it brought me back home
 We been waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 I know everything
 I know everything, know myself
 I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health
 I know fatality might haunt you
 I know everything, I know Compton
 I know street shit, I know shit that's conscious
 I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
 I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
 I know everything, I know history
 I know the universe works mentally
 I know the perks of bullshit isn't meant for me
 I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money
 I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's ornery
 I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies
 I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
 The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision
 I know you know that line's for Compton School District
 Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it was distributed
 I know how people work
 I know the price of life, I'm knowin' how much it's worth
 I know what I know and I know it well not to ever forget
 Until I realized I didn't know shit
 The day I came home
 We been waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 Waitin' for you
 I met a little boy that resembled my features
 Nappy afro, gap in his smile
 Hand-me-down sneakers bounced through the crowd
 Run a number on man and woman that crossed him
 Sun beamin' on his beady beads exhausted
 Tossin' footballs with his ashy black ankles
 Breakin' new laws, mama passed on home trainin'
 He looked at me and said, Kendrick you do know my language
 You just forgot because of what public schools had painted
 Oh, I forgot, 'Don't Kill My Vibe', that's right, you're famous
 I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
 But never mind you're here right now don't you mistake it
 It's just a new trip, take a glimpse at your family's ancestor
 Make a new list, of everything you thought was progress
 And that was bullshit
 I know your life is full of turmoil
 Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you
 I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you
 If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two
 But if you pick destiny over rest in peace then be an advocate
 Tell your homies especially to come back home
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 This is a world premiere
 
 This is a world premiere
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 This is a world premiere
 I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite
 For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
 Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
 Tell me something got me losing my mind, ah!
 You make me wanna jump
 (Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
 (Let's talk about love)
 (Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
 (Let's talk about love)
 (Let's talk about love)
 (Let's talk about love)
 I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite
 For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
 Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
 Tell me something think I'm losing my mind, ah!
 I say where you at, from the front to the back
 I'm lookin' for you I react, only when you react
 Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto
 When I was seventeen with the .38 Special
 Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
 Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
 Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway
 Don't lie to me I'm suicidal anyday
 I can be your advocate
 I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is