[Lecxs: Verse 1] Look up in the sky, ain’t bird or a plane It’s Blaqman baby, recognize the name Recognize the range, real don’t change Just expose brains, to release all the pain Had to make a shift, from 9 to 4-5 Unleash my grind, hustle till I die Always on time, never outta line
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Break out your fucking swishes Light up your fuckin’ weed I’d like to introduce you all to The Chronic III It’s D R period Dre motherfucka Back to set the record straight for motherfuckers I gotta be the number one supplier I keep you higher than Richard Pryor I been the dope man since ’86
[Video Intro] Wicked or weakness? You gotta see this Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) [Album Intro] Nobody pray for me It’s been that day for me Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) [Verse 1] Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact
[Intro] Shout out to Stormcutter, Three 6 Mafia, G Herbo I wrote this shit in four fucking hours No sleep, man [Verse] Let me talk my shit real quick, all the real niggas gon’ feel this How that’s yo’ kid but he ain’t got bills? Can’t find you in family pics Food stamps, they go
[Verse 1] Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that
Wicked or weakness You gotta see this… Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I’m countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I’m downin’ this D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo’
[Intro] Wicked or weakness You gotta see this Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) [Verse 1] Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I’m countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I’m downin’ this D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I
Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble Wicked or weakness You gotta see this Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I’m countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I’m downin’ this D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
[Intro] Brrrr, Metro Wop, hah It’s big Gucci, Metro, Wizzop If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you [Verse 1] I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya When your rap sheet look like mine they won’t hire ya But when
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