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The Heart Pt. 1 Lyrics - Artist : Kendrick Lamar
Uh, a little Compton nigga
Just a little Compton nigga, one time For my niggas You know Compton, nigga Just a little Compton nigga, uh, uh Kendrick Lamar, uh Yo, uh Back with a vengeance Back with my heart and I'm venting Back with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me I never wore a kufi, ignored my religion I believe there's one God, there's one love And I believe if I fly, we all doves I make a way for my people to see the light Brighter than yellow bones, me and my microphone could be one Until I see BIG, 'Pac, see Pun, but this ain't (Eazy) I can't take a (Big L), my city needs me I gotta win, the proof is in the pudding And I've been fucking with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right Any means necessary, get the campaign right Very emotional, I'm a Gemini I love hard and I fight harder, a born author A born starter, in the game for real And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father You can't learn if mistakes ain't made You gotta pay your homage in order to get paid You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' Jews Lifestyles of the young and the broke With my hand under oath, I recite these quotes And if I ever lied then I'd die where I stand As a pest, not a man, but a roach and a rat In order to see the front, I had to play the back We played our position, we let y'all play yourself Y'all made your decision, we pray while we prey on competition To flip another page of Corinthians I see stars when I write these sentences Words crash cars when I write these sentences Open jail bars for my niggas' life sentences Free J-Dove, kill all witnesses Y'all better hope 2012 really real 'Cause the way I feel, I'ma make y'all suffer And take y'all supper I haven't ate in the last twenty-two summers and I'm twenty-two now It's about to go down, so en garde my God We got these artists in awe Oh, I'm free Finally, I can say I'm me The Kendrick Lamar EP a classic EP The question concerns I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs Hope y'all infected, hope y'all ain't have no protection Still I'm progressing, room for improvement Make room for the groom married to his music I was at the XXL just trying to excel Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning Wanted to be a part of it, cater it to my audience J. Cole running late, if he don't show up Think I can take his place? Ladies start laughing No pun intended, I ain't being sarcastic Homie popped up with about twenty bags and Fresh out the plane, I couldn't even complain My nigga was on his hustle, I introduced him my name Said I'll see him on the bubble in the future My dude I salute ya, contributing the real shit Talk about it, make the people talk about it, make the world see For every MC that I see tryna stay afloat Tell 'em build a boat like Noah And take him to a place that I'm sure we all can blow up, boom I ain't a star yet but I'm getting close to 'em And if you see a whack artist, do more than boo him Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera Then kill his manager, than hang a banner up That reads you can't proceed without being conceived By one album of the nineties On Rosecrans where you'll find me And all my niggas is grimy, but I remain the good kid Tryna make a difference where I'm from, where you live Oh no, we've got to slow the city down I told the homeboy pump his brakes He said that he'd rather put the pump to his face Sawed off, torture Turn the saw off, it's scorching Hot where I'm from, the newscasters don't come Another ratchet got dumped, in the trash can I ain't done, a baby in there with it She said postpartum did it Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing When he was undressing, said it'll only be a minute That's why I I think I'm always kicking something with some feeling I should have been a dentist, I should have been a blizzard, cold Flash, pose, flash, pose A critic paparazzi got me on my toes I wanna jump on him like a tadpole Tadpole, assholes Tryna kill my dreams, not elevate? Those are not my dreams, I'll be straight With a little bit of passion And a (drive) like an Aston Motivation from Nipsey or Glasses, Jay Rock Mykestro, Bad Lucc, U-N-I Dom Kennedy, MURS and Fashawn Lady G, Willy B, in time I'ma (blow) like I'm motherfucker sniffing lines Go like I've never seen a red light shine Flow to my heart hit the flo' when I'm dying Heart of a lion, tell 'em get in line And pass the baton, I won't pass it back I ain't good at dimes If the bitch bad I could pass you a dime Haters better duck like I'm passing a pond Know I'm the king and I'm passing you pawns Pad om the hill, that's a passion of mine Problem is I shine Like two mics under heavy strobe lights I'ma need two mics just to get my point across I'ma get my joint across, country y'all gon' want me! "This is a song that makes me spill out all my guts—" |
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