| I’m wearing black pumas, hair like Kunte |
| Kendrick Lamar |
| 'Bout eight of them in the studio |
| And the all want me |
| Fuck you niggas bruh |
| Skeme whaddup |
| If I come off as unconcern, (yeah) please forgive me |
| I ain’t even poured the sizzurp yet (nah) |
| I’m on this remy, if my phone going straight to voice mail |
| Bitch Im busy, I ain’t got the time to tock |
| Every tick I’m repping my city (whoop) |
| Ten bottles at a time, this here is the life |
| And how I’m living might be wrong |
| But in this world what the fuck is right |
| It’s just one rapper, 2 cups, 3 bitches blowing me |
| Heard it’s 20 niggas in the VIP, then bitch you know it’s me |
| I’m here for niggas go and do them bizz |
| Getting tired of hearing rappers just rapping the shit I live |
| All that I got is my all, that’s exactly what I get |
| And I need my toilet paper every time I do my shit |
| Guess I should switch, cause I’m getting paid |
| Instead of worrying bout how I’m getting money, just do the same, bitch |
| The bright lights and people screaming my name |
| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch that’s the reason I came |
| I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember, I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |
| Oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |
| Driving on a freeway full of darkness |
| It’s just me and plus my heart is cold |
| As an project carpet |
| You be coughing up commode |
| Full of shit see I was told |
| That only real niggas can harvest any future pot of gold |
| And look at you, I know you starving, see it’s burning in your soul |
| And you look for me to console your emotions |
| I’m on the road and I’m joking with all my niggas |
| We laughing at you the feeling of victory is a gig |
| And I hope they catch you whenever you fall from the pedestal you was on |
| And don’t get me wrong, you was in the zone of a lifetime |
| But the place you belong is the bottom |
| That’s why I got a bullet for every ego or tuxedo |
| And some scenos, a combination that we know |
| Uh, tight rope, but I notice they walk a thin line |
| From having the disabilities of death, dumb and blind |
| Every time I recline, then remind myself |
| I would never die with pussy, less it was on my dick, pussy |
| I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember, I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |
| Oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |
| Staring out a benz window, thinking bout saying fuck it |
| I make it and spend it all |
| Middle finger for a budget |
| Got your rent off in my pocket, and spent off a piece of luggage |
| Got a lot of bad habits, with money, some shit I’m stuck with (yeah) |
| Nothing but dollars in my discussion, show my ass out in public |
| Cause motherfuckers love it, I hear (bitch) |
| Niggas out here plotting on the come up |
| I hold this gun up, then one of these coward niggas run up |
| My nigga dead, so for him I’m lighting my blunt up |
| I say «hustle for this rap bitch, I’m getting this from sun down to sun up» |
| I know it’s niggas hating, praying I never make it |
| But jealous pussy I’m here, and I’m never leaving just face it (whoop) |
| Before one of these niggas take me out this motherfucking game |
| Promise I do my motherfucking thing |
| Do what the fuck I want, motherfucker lame |
| I just keep it 100, fuck breaking down for some change |
| Nigga I just stay the same |
| I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember, I remember why we don’t fuck with none of these niggas |
| I remember oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |
| Oh my, how the times change |
| Nothing’s the same, but still remember why I came |
| Oh my, how the times change, getting change |
| Now everybody knows the name |