[Verse 1: HOPE]

I’m a Nestor Ave tibby rock thrower

Nightlife liver, still waiting to throw up

25 cents, Now & Later, and a soda

Snotty-nosed kids slap boxing on the corner

Yeah, that’s me right there

Sandy little Jordans and the swoosh in his hair

In the overall shorts, I ain’t have a care in the world

Contact, ‘cause my call right there

I thought I was Pac when ‘Hit ‘Em Up’ came out

Got in trouble for the music, I was playin’ it loud

Read the credits to all the CDs in the house

With the [?] bottle I was rockin’ the crowd

I was eight when I wrote my first rap line down

Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch

Are you feeling me? Back in third grade I was killing it

If y’all don’t get the metaphor, it’s all elementary

Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool

Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school

Ready for the action, if it happened, I was cool

I ain’t see ‘em, if you do, tell my daddy I’m a fool, Kendrick

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe

But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock

That boy’s bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops

This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots

Now what you know about them Westside streets?

We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep

Rapping my best in my sleep, that’s if I ever slept

Countin’ bars while you countin’ sheep, you lookin’ at the best

God-given, I’m been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos

Sauconies Girbaud jeans, when Wayne made “bling-bling” I was hip-hopping

Makin’ ‘em hop, have a pogo

Let’s get this cream, cold stones

I’m fallin’ off, hold on

When peeling off, BMX bikes

Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like

A pizza and a cold Sprite

Peace to the world

I close my door and make love to the beat

Then fuck your girl

That was K.Dot then

[Verse 3: HOPE]

Top-tier, I’m here, they call me King Hope

With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock

Street hop from the bottom, we on the street’s top

It’s all scenic, believe it, you’ll get your bean popped

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]

I give you my album in replacement of Detox

I drop shit with ease to let y’all eavesdrop

On my style, eyes of an owl as they watch

Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch

[Verse 5: HOPE]

Or get thrown on the pit, I was thrown on stages

Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing

My flow ’96, your flow ‘06

Your flow “eh, cool…”, my flow “oh shit!”

[Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]

You flow don’t exist, we co-exist with the UFOs

Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don’t know

The aliens panic, pack they bags, they hit the road

The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll