[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Yeah

It's We The Best

It's YMCMB

One time for Top Dawg Entertainment

(Olympicks)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Talk about it, make 'em talk about it

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless like it's livin' on life support

I licensed everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

Nigga, play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I must've won that from anybody who had it, or better yet, forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a MAC in the back of a 'Lac with a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with the pump in the back 'til he's off-balance

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch with a block of whatever, he ain't cut no cut

More guns, more guts, fuckboy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip headfirst smilin'

Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Interlude: Ace Hood]

Ace Hood

Birdman, what they do, big dog?

Mack Maine, what's crackin', foe?

Big money

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay, nigga, ridin' in a May-B, and I'm probably with Baby

Don't talk, nigga, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey

Okay, big money on this side

Hundred grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new safe, money gettin' too high

Dead presidents all in my Levi's

Boy, I swear this nigga be swaggin', and I'm livin' lavish

Might cop me an Aston Martin on 'em

Anything I drive, I own 'em

Bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her

Beat it up, she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, two shows a day

My Rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do, Bird? My fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely mama

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plottin' my timber

Young nigga, got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control

[Interlude: Birdman]

Just like that, boy

Death forbids honor, you understand me?

Dedication, respect

Fully loaded, yeah

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangster, get it how we get it

Third Ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mil' on the counter

Hand Persian rug, nigga, flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti, nigga, fishin' on the fishscales

Nose divin' for them hundreds, strapped up, makin' mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we ever been, shinin' on them twenty-fours

Junior doin' time, ho

On the grind, ho, while he doin' time, ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]

Ya know

That time is money and money still was made, baby

Eight months ain't stop nothin', nigga

It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, you understand? Yeah

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us

I came a long ways from rhymin' up in crazy cyphers

Man, I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers (Tune)

Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow, and Fail, boy

My flow Lucifer, I spit hell, boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my niggas down, boy, like a kickstand (Young Money)

Get off my nuts, stop actin' like a bitch, fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow your own dick, damn

I went from watchin' time fly on El and Red porch (To what?)

To cruisin' through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche

Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force

Stand-up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from makin' money from people with crack habits

To thankin' God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

Amen

[Outro]

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