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Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 2

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• published: 13 Jan 2016
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Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 2 (2016) Lyrics: [Verse 1] Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I could never lie with you I could never afford not to afford I could never put my plans to the side with you I could never see a red light Like a deer with a headlight I freeze up when I re-up See I rarely have patience And you're relating Only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it? The reason why I hate to wait for it? See a nine to five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth I read the fifth amendment We both criminals with bad intentions They say time heals all But if I could shortcut My success, Corvettes by tomorrow [Hook] But why you so sad? Walking around with them blue faces They say I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down to the top [Verse 2] My home girl got a credit card scam She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn Intuition got a black woman wishin' She sayin' this on the phone with the noodles in the pan I know you, woman, I console you, woman You feel like the universe owes you, woman Oh the anticipation, hoping you could make it Women don't prosper chasing education But you're talented, and can't handle it And your homegirls can't be your manager 365 times four, plus more Can't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina? But ain't no money like fast money Even today I'm considered a crash dummy A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward? My accolades better than all them [Hook] But why I'm so sad? Walking around with them blue faces They say I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have Blue faces I hit the bank today and tell them color me bad Blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down to the top [Bridge] I love god, I love speed, I love drank, I love me I love oceans in the deep I love women, I love me I love God But I’m scared of god speed Sometimes [Verse 3] Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and baby Somebody say "Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy" And I said “why?” Then he looked me in the eye He said homie you messed up You breaking my good luck You wishing for miracles Living through shit, you’re crying hysterical Settle for everything, complain about everything Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines You projects ain’t it, I live in a hut You living to keep warm I’m living to pay rent I paid my way through Praying to Allah You played your way through dealing with Wi-Fi Go ish yourself, you talking to strangers Same thing go for the ones you came with We all came on the boat looking for hope And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope These days ain’t no compromise Your pain ain’t mine half the time A brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me See I made my moves, with shackled feet [Interlude] Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town [Verse 4] Cornrow Kenny All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr Morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrr, skrr Cornrow Kenny So many plays on me I finesse Palisade views with some sex I lost a lot of love for missionary This the first time I react Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil A father figure play with him, you get killed Play with me and he will kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juggin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juggin’ like that I did a lot of dumb things in my past Love will give me hope and I won’t relapse Dave just bought a new nine eleven Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Moosa got his son dripping in gold Me? I'm about to let my hair down on hoes Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes Top billing that’s a million a show Might blow the whole Remy on Soul Might tell Obama be more like Punch Sounwave got a Grammy this year Mack wop, bet he do what he want [Outro] Level two, level two No I’m not done You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one I could put a rapper on life support Guarantee something that none of you want Then hold me down and they yell something like Rent is like twenty five hundred a month What if I empty my bank out and stunt? What if I empty my bank out and stunt? You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got, you ain’t got Tell me that, tell me that That, I am the One You ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got You ain’t got tell me that, what I’m the one Yes, I’m the one