[Intro: The Sylvers & Kendrick Lamar]

Pillars of joy can be found

Through the thought of you

I'll be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love

Canei Finch on the beat

Turn the headphones up, Ali

Here we go

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

I woke up this morning with my dick on hard

Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all

Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that girl

Good kid, m.A.A.d city, watch my day unfurl

I put my life in these sentences

Fucking right, it's either that or life sentences

I'm relatives with Benjamin

I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent

Now what the fuck is up? I'm at your neck like a Pendleton

Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need that

Twenty-four acres and a mule, best believe that

They say he got smoke, like where the weed at?

And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that

Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was '95

Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's uncircumcised

Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the spine

Give you dap and then we slide through your hood three dozen times

So what's good? I'm looking for a pedicure

Pink pussy that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink

Bomb-ass head 'til she can't blink

And her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm so damn turnt

Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me

And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos

Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though

When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke

Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but

Westside, right on time, only thing fosho

Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

[Verse 2: Jeezy]

I woke up this morning like fuck the world

Been hustling since I was twelve, man, I've been through hell

Now these motherfuckers is trying to tell me I don't care

Trying to tell y'all motherfuckers, look, y'all wasn't there

Turnt, posted up on the block, waiting for mail

From my niggas posted up in the county, praying for bail

Could've cost your boy everything, man, it wasn't cheap

Coming for a nigga, just don't sleep, shit for the weak

Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count the check, mane

'Cause every time I speak, you hear my Malcolm X pain

Now them doors go up on that Lamb, they like judo

Young, you like your bitches with ass? I like you, hoe!

First, them bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm like Pluto

Plus, I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno

Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM

When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him, straight up

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm so turnt

Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me

And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos

Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though

When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke

Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but

Westside, right on time, only thing fosho

Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]

All praise go to the most high

All fades turn into a drive-by

Part ways from the streets, after fucking with police guaranteed

Last nigga did that died, don't you, don't you, don't you

Wanna live where the AK go for only 8K

Minus six racks, minus one on top of that?

Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a date rape

Daytonas bending every corner while they say

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm so turnt

Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me

And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos

Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though

When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke

Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but

Westside, right on time, only thing fosho

Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds

And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled, I stick my tongue in

Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo

Some British Knights or LA Gears with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket

I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy paint

That's wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes

A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette

Twenty years later: hi hater, I'm the fucking best

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm so turnt

Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me

And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos

Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though

When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke

Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but

Westside, right on time, only thing fosho

Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door