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[Intro]
Poverty’s paradise
I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth
I’ve been hungry all my life

[Voicemail: Carl Duckworth]
What’s up, family?
Yeah, it’s your cousin Carl, man, just givin’ you a call, man
I know you been havin’ a lot on yo mind lately
And I know you feel like, you know
People ain’t been prayin’ for you
But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says, “The Lord shall smite thee with madness And blindness, and astonishment of heart”
See, family, that’s why you feel like you feel
Like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel like that…

[Bridge: Charles Edward Sydney Isom Jr. & Kendrick Lamar]
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin’ at my feet
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
Earth is no more, won’t you burn this muh’fucka?
I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth
(Reversed)

[Verse 1]
I beat yo ass, keep talkin’ back
I beat yo ass, who bought you that?
You stole it, I beat yo ass if you say that game is broken
I beat yo ass if you jump on my couch
I beat yo ass if you walk in this house
With tears in your eyes, runnin’ from Poo Poo and Prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo ass, lil’ nigga
That homework better be finished, I beat yo ass
Your teachers better not be bitchin’ ’bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV better not be loud if you got it on
Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought ’em
Better not hear ’bout you humpin’ on Keisha’s daughter
Better not hear you got caught up
I beat yo ass, you better not run to your father
I beat yo ass, you know my patience runnin’ thin
I got buku payments to make
County building’s on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo ass if you tell them social workers he live here
I beat yo ass if I beat yo ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon’ fear me if you don’t fear no one else

[Chorus]
If I could smoke fear away, I’d roll that mothafucka up
And then I’d take two puffs
I’m high now, I’m high now
I’m high now, I’m high now
Life’s a bitch, pull them panties to the side now
I don’t think I could find a way to make it on this earth

[Verse 2]
I’ll prolly die anonymous, I’ll prolly die with promises
I’ll prolly die walkin’ back home from the candy house
I’ll prolly die because these colors are standin’ out
I’ll prolly die because I ain’t know Demarcus was snitchin’
I’ll prolly die at these house parties, fuckin’ with bitches
I’ll prolly die from witnesses leavin’ me falsed accused
I’ll prolly die from thinkin’ that me and your hood was cool
Or maybe die from pressin’ the line, actin’ too extra
Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate
I’ll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body-slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin’
Or maybe die from panic or die from bein’ too lax
Or die from waitin’ on it, die ’cause I’m movin’ too fast
I’ll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I’ll prolly die tryna defuse two homies arguin’
I’ll prolly die ’cause that’s what you do when you’re 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things

[Chorus]
If I could smoke fear away, I’d roll that mothafucka up
And then I’d take two puffs
I’ve been hungry all my life
I’m high now, I’m high now
I’m high now, I’m high now
Life’s a bitch, pull them panties to the side now
Now…

[Verse 3]
When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years
My newfound life made all of me magnified
How many accolades do I need to block denial?
The shock value of my success put bolts in me
All this money, is God playin’ a joke on me?
Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job?
Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?
At 27, my biggest fear was losin’ it all
Scared to spend money, had me sleepin’ from hall to hall
Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin’
30 shows a month and I still won’t buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor? Somebody that’s holdin’ my checks
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?
I read a case about Rihanna’s accountant and wondered
How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers?
The type of shit’ll make me flip out and just kill somethin’
Drill somethin’, get ill and fill ratchets with a lil’ somethin’
I practiced runnin’ from fear, guess I had some good luck
At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein’ judged
How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city
What they say ’bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me
What they see from me would trickle down generations in time
What they hear from me would make ’em highlight my simplest lines

[Verse 4]
I’m talkin’ fear, fear of losin’ creativity
I’m talkin’ fear, fear of missin’ out on you and me
I’m talkin’ fear, fear of losin’ loyalty from pride
‘Cause my DNA won’t let me involve in the light of God
I’m talkin’ fear, fear that my humbleness is gone
I’m talkin’ fear, fear that love ain’t livin’ here no more
I’m talkin’ fear, fear that it’s wickedness or weakness
Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can’t take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Searchin’ for resolutions until somebody get back
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can’t take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Wonderin’ if I’m livin’ through fear or livin’ through rap
Damn

[Bridge: Bēkon]
God damn you, God damn me
God damn us, God damn we
God damn us all

[Outro: Carl Duckworth]
Verse 2 says, “You only have I known of all the families
Of the Earth, therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities”
So until we come back to these commandments
Until you come back to these commandments
We’re gonna feel this way, we’re gonna be under this curse Because He said He’s gonna punish us
The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians
Are the true children of Israel
We are the Israelites, according to the Bible
The children of Israel, He’s gonna punish us for our iniquities
For our disobedience, because we chose to follow other gods
That man chasten his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee
So, just like you chasten your own son
He’s gonna chastise you because He loves you
So that’s why we get chastised
That’s why we’re in the position that we’re in
Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us We’re gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live
Here in today, in the United States of America
I love you, family, and I pray for you
God bless you, Shalom

[Intro: Kid Capri & Kendrick Lamar]
New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Here we go!
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
Auntie on my Telegram like, “Be cautious!”
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Verse 2]
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures ho, that’s slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never been ready, yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread across the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that’s the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Bridge]
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you won’t (yuh)
Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
You ain’t front in line, get out the goddamn way

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need a receipt, huh?
‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Intro]
Oohh, ooh

[Pre-Verse: Post Malone]
Cause I can’t take it no more
No you ain’t like them bitches
Tell them hoes adios
And you can drop your panties
Leave them shits at the door
Dior falls on the floor
I swear we been here before
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
I’m tryna see you from my own perspective
You all in my section tryna come to my session
We runnin’ a pressure, you know that we flexin’
We bought all the bottles, we came with the models
Girl this a confession, I’m not like your exes
I came up from Texas, and now that we textin’
You can fly in whenever, now you undressin’
Panties on the dresser, your hair gettin’ messed up
The feelin’ we catchin’, my love is a blessin’
Made love in that Lexus, made love in that Lexus
I know you remember

[Chorus: Justin Bieber + Post Malone]
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain’t nothing new, no
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby this ain’t nothing new, no

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
Oh you actin’ reckless
I told you that I need affection
So let me point you in the right direction
It’s so important that you get the message
Yeah, I gotta say, gotta say somethin’ to you, you, you
I’m on a roll, I’m gonna roll out in that new, new, new
If you wanna do what I wanna do
Well uhm-uhm-uhm
Well I guess that’s just deja vu

[Chorus: Justin Bieber + Post Malone]
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain’t nothing new, no
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain’t nothing new, no

[Bridge: Justin Bieber + Post Malone]
Tell me if you want it baby
Cause I know I can drive you crazy
I just wanted you to know now
Oh-oh, oh-ohhh
Show up in that new MercedesYou already know I’m faded
Girl I’ve been thinkin’ about you lately
Oh-oh, oh-ohhh

[Chorus: Justin Bieber + Post Malone]
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain’t nothing new, no
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause you want me and I want you
Tell me is that deja vu?
Cause baby it ain’t nothing new, no

[Outro: Post Malone]
Cause I can’t take it no more
No you ain’t like them bitches
Tell them hoes adios
And you can drop your panties
Leave them shits at the door
Dior falls on the floor
I swear we been here before

[Digital Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Damn, love or lust
Damn, all of us

[Physical Intro: Kid Capri]
We still lettin’ it spin, y’all
Here we go!

[Chorus: Zacari & Kendrick Lamar]
Give me a run for my money
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
(Another world premiere!)
So give me a run for my money
Sippin’ bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin’ lovely
Just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Just love me, just love me, just love
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Love me
I wanna be with you
Love me, just love me

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & Zacari]
If I didn’t ride blade on curve, would you still love me?
If I made up my mind at work, would you still love me?
Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me
Keep it a whole one hund’: don’t got you, I got nothin’

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Ayy, I got somethin’
Hol’ up, we gon’ function, no assumptions
Feelin’ like Tyson with it
Knock it out twice, I’m with it
Only for the night, I’m killin’
Only for life, yeah, only for life, yeah
Only for life, let’s get it
Hit that shoulder lean
I know what’s comin’ over me
Backstroke oversea
I know what you need
Already on ten, all money come in
All feeling go out, this feeling don’t drought
This party won’t end

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & Zacari]
If I didn’t ride blade on curve, would you still love me?
If I made up my mind at work, would you still love me?
Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me
Keep it a whole one hund’: don’t got you, I got nothin’

[Chorus: Zacari & Kendrick Lamar]
Give me a run for my money
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
So give me a run for my money
Sippin’ bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin’ lovely
Just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Just love me, just love me, just love
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Love me
I wanna be with you
Love me, just love me

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Zacari]
I’m on the way
We ain’t got no time to waste
Pop in your gum on the way (love me)
Am I in the way?
I don’t wan’ pressure you none
I want your blessing today (love me)
Oh, by the way, open the door by the way
Told you that I’m on the way (love me)
I’m on the way, I know connection is vague
Pick up the phone for me, babe
Dammit, we jammin’
Bad attitude from yo’ nanny
Curves and your hips from yo’ mammy
Remember Gardena, I took the studio camera
I know Top will be mad at me
I had to do it, I want your body, your music
I bought the big one to prove it
Look what you made
Told you that I’m on the way
I’m like a exit away, yep

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & Zacari]
If I didn’t ride blade on curve, would you still love me?
If I made up my mind at work, would you still love me?
Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me
Keep it a whole one hund’: don’t got you, I got nothin’

[Chorus: Zacari & Kendrick Lamar]
Give me a run for my money
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
So give me a run for my money
Sippin’ bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin’ lovely
Just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Just love me, just love me, just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Love me
I wanna be with you
Love me, just love me

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him

[Verse 2]
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosophin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a nigga’s spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Break: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again — oops, accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—