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To Pimp A Butterfly

Momma

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[Intro]
Oh shit!
Oh, I need that
I need that sloppy
That sloppy
Like a Chevy in quicksand
Yeah
That sloppy

[Verse 1]
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
may be 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,
sittin' 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 menace
has 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

[Hook]
We been waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you

[Verse 2]
I know everything
I know everything, I 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
to lows to groupies and 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 lines from
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 know 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 takin'
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 mean your life is full of turmoil
You 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
Than be an advocate,
tell your homies especially
To come back home

[Interlude]
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere

[Verse 4]
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, jump, jump, jump
(Let's talk about love))
(Jump, jump, jump, jump,
jump, jump, jump, jump
(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 anyway
I can be your advocate
I can preach for you
if you tell me
what the matter is