[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Reporting live from where reporters die

Newscasters coming too early witnessing homocides

Pearly gates forming in the sky as we wait for your suit and tie

I tailor-made it for you then told Khalifa he loves you

I'm really stuck on this bumpy ride

Highway to hell 'less I flip through a demon's TV-guide

An angel said he seen me fry

Ducking bullets

I promise I couldn't stop the work my niggas have put in

Your brains is banana pudding

I'm looking for trouble, looking for hustle

I'm a grinder, choppas in the path finder

I ain't no killa, I ain't no drug dealer

I'm a real nigga with real emotions that stand behind a

Brick wall, you knock it down then I'm forced to align ya

With the stars of Venus and Jupiter

You ain't ain't gangsta, you fooling us

The government don't know what to do with us

Internal affairs investigate while LAPD speculate

Crooked cops on my bumper dumping 'til I'm first 48

I can smell a snake a mile away because they reek hate

But any anaconda can die on a weekday

Wikipedia speeding up my career like I've been here

And I don't fuck with these fuck rappers cause they been weird

Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick

Grab a dictionary, my styles vary, my words flip

Grab a cemetery and jump in it you jive turkey

Watching me through goggles, I throw hollows at James Worthy

Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild, I drive Fergies

That's that white thing, let my nuts & Mic hang

No one ever knows the drama that I might bring

Chilling with the drama king, but this ain't Broadway, mane

Armed forces, more fortune, alarm Porsches

Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and

Y'all snorin', we tourin' and bottle pourin'

Model scorin', cheat the game with fair warnings

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics

High status in traffic

Bad energy, getting static

Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi

Man on the moon, feeling managed like (Drama king) fuck a planet

Go'n with it, ashing ashes on critics

Twenty racks then we split it up, feeling like a million bucks

Bust hoes, run into sluts, keep it G, that shit a must

Creeping in that Honda Civ', ain't mine, it ain't his

Written down, spare the kids, back to the crib ya handle biz

Lunchables and sandwiches, dude dog be mad as shit

Visualize the shit I kick, never heard of witnesses

Better make sure I'm innocent, 18 shots at 3 niggas

6 a piece, hell of a life, done for the night, throw up they Nikes

? precise, for the cheese they call us mice, no rats

Everywhere is a trap, talking 'bout that white girl

Feeling good to be black, ya whole hood I seize that

Breaking down the (?), fuck all that feedback

Gone by the morning, I landed soon as you yawning

Feeling like I'm Conan, here to fuck up your whole program

Who can fuck with us, no man, Hiiipower slow dance

Kick a funky toe jam, gold rapper, that's trojan

Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open

Easily I be chosen, comparing me I'm like who them

Back to back tracks, running laps

With dictionary words on top of verbs to prove that they wack

Pressing weight to the max

Hurt your man like swinging ax, release it let 'em chat

Man amongst boys but these toys aren't his racks

Itunes that shittin stacks, shitting stacks while writing raps, rap!

Looking humble, let them react

Too many bars, not tit for tat, super hits like having bats

Swinging for the fences, in the trenches making a difference

Driven like a engine, directing me through my fucking mission

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

West coast, east side, my stomping ground, come around

Get your ass flatlined from niggas of that cracklines

Welcome to this wildlife, steady living a wild life

Trying to beat all competitors and predators, they proud knights

Nightfall; lay low. Sunrise; so live

Better watch your front-end, your back better have four eyes

So high: satellite, smoking on that bomb, nigga

Dynamite, you acting like a pussy, you no friend of mines

Better yet, fuck friends, surrounded by my real niggas

They cock back, they see caps, they peal quicker, real killers

Real business, it's never personal, Jack, remember that

Fuck up my money then I'mma fuck over your universe

I'm shooting first, never last, gotta stay sharp like shattered glass

In a fast lane with a bad dame, man, this bitch from Trinidad

Fuck her hard, then send her home, it's time to start my routine

In the streets, with the heat, you don't rhyme, you don't eat

Pockets fat like obese, it's hard to be so lowkey

Niggas acting like they know me, fuck around and be the police

Trust no nigga nor a bitch

Nigga, I'm so OG like 8 tracks and tape decks

25, but I'm straight fed

Got a old soul, I'm so throwed, so raw with this rap thing

Kay Slay, go tell 'em dawg, niggas know I'm crack, mane

Kill 'em with my flow, everytime it's a deathblow

You fuck rappers stay on your toe, we sharks in the water

Get that ass ate up, straight up, the worlds ours

Top Dawg ENT, HiiiPower

We buy flowers then we send 'em to your studio

Cause everytime we in that bitch, homie, it's a funeral

I have to slow it down so you can hear me close

Yeah, I'm nice with the bars

Late night sliding pipe in your broad

Her pussy tighter than them skinnies on the jerk dancers

Send her back with no panties

Jay motherfucking Rock