[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I fucked up the rap game and you ain't even know it (You ain't even know it)
I just fucked what's her name, and you ain't even know it (You ain't even know it)
She got a *beep* tattoo and you ain't even know it (Real talk)
We 'bout to form a little group and you ain't even know it, let's get it
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
Eminem, Pac and where God stay
Timberlands pop that jawbone
Now bitch, nigga, tell me how that tar taste
And even Tarzan can get swung on
I never hung out with the loud mouth
You got a foul mouth and that dead body gon' smell foul when it fouls out
She filed my nails in the Bahamas
We found ourselves in the Bahamas
She found God, meditation and peace
I found myself without a condom
You know everybody havin' them babies
It's a beautiful thing, it ain't crazy?
If a rapper monogamous, you know what the problem is
Too many bitches got babies
And I hate a ho-hoppin' woman
Stank pussy-poppin' woman
You fuckin' fool, don't know about you
But my dick need seventeen years on it
Anything after that is just a bonus
And I been in the lab with my opponents
And since Sway done swayed that list
He got a flatscreen the next morning
Tell 'em I need my credit when it's due
Tell 'em I need my lettuce when it's new
Tell 'em I got a fetish for fine fabric, Franklins and saying, "Fuck you"
Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave and Top Dawg is proof
'Til my nigga Whoo Kid get free, ain't shit comin' for free
I'm 'bout to rape you niggas 'til you recoup, Dizzle
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah
It's a groovy nigga, that's all day, Backwood hold three grams (Yeah)
Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won't jam (Yeah)
This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah, that bitch could gon' go ham (Yeah)
Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and, oh yeah, I got this on cam, ugh
Gangsta nigga, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new shit
Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figueroa pimp
Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon' balm it
Swag surfin' all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet
O-X-Y for these morons (Yeah)
That be that new shit I'm pushin' (Yeah)
Raise off of them pockets, Uh
Bring more of them coffins (Yeah)
These niggas ain't popping, uh
Tell them old niggas to move on (Yeah)
Aw, damn, I done said it, yeah
All them can beheaded (Oh-oh; yeah-yeah)
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
She ain't single but she solo, you ain't even know it
Unsigned with sold out shows, you ain't even know it
My lips black, but they ain't chapped, she ain't even know that
Let's have sex, she said, "Yes"; you know she ain't "no" that
Seed of life on my chest, my head next to her breast
My mind all in the clouds, just bought an ounce of the best
No talking when I'm off that loud
I came quick, so she pissed (Mts)
You know I'm good for another round
But it's hard when everybody on your dick
Know real niggas that's crips, I know real niggas that's bloods
Know real niggas that's thugging like you ain't know what's up
Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashing
And you could take that to the bank, what's life without a balance?
You ain't even know it, nigga, I be everywhere you ain't even going
I thought it was snowing, but I'm just the coldest nigga out here flowin'
Sick of all that bullshit y'all been promoting, but (Soul!)
Carson in the motherfucking house
Del Amo, watch your motherfucking mouth
I took the game by storm, just to X men out
I'm crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line
The tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out
Just a little token of gold if you ain't know it, though
[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
Respect, I get the utmost
I'm so dope I'm a walking kilo
36 O's, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like Cheetos
You mad that we BMFing, bitch-ass niggas steady PMSing
I never show my hands, can't know my plans, gotta keep them guessing
Rock, I was off the scene, now a nigga back like a four and a half
Shooting up the set like Spielberg
See the big picture when them hammers flash
I don't post a lot on Instagram
That's the quickest way they'll get you, man
Leave that shit for the bitches, man
Alphabet boys, they'll get your ass
IRS, they was on a nigga
Cashed them out, now I'm scot-free (Woo)
Got my passport in my JanSport, now I'm overseas, uh
You don't even know it
Rock been killin' this shit, no gloves, no mask on me
Just a hundred thousand cash on me
Back then, I was doing bad, homie
All my bitches bad now
My old hoes try to keep tabs on me
Safe to say I'm the man now
Fuck ass nigga just stand down
'Fore the shots go up and it's man down
Hands down, still popping
No prescription, I'm flexing
Suplex a pussy, I've been off the edge
Too late to push me, nigga, I ain't fell off
Used to move Frosted Flakes like Kellogg's
Pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers
Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, we've been on
Clothesline the beat, nigga, John Cena
Been having stripes, can't walk in my Adidas
Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina
Black Hippy shit, Rock gon' bleed 'em
[Outro: Future]
We turned up every day, you don't even know it
Got your bitch with me right now, you don't even know it
We turn up in the club, you don't even know it
Got a hundred bottles comin', you don't even know it, ayy
We came up from nothin', you don't even know it
Drive a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it (You don't even know it)
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it (Thousand dollar pair of shoes)
Got a bitch that speak no English, she don't even know it (Bitch that speak no English)
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don't even know it (Drink up)
This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from the bottom, you don't even know it
My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib, nigga, you don't even know it