Oh, I need that, I need that sloppy, that sloppy, like a Chevy and Quicksand, yeah, that sloppy
This feeling is unmatched, this feeling is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black, black, penultimate, bar cap, we don't share the same synonym, far back
Been in it before internet had new acts, mimicking radios, nemesis, maybe whack
My innocence limited, the experience lacked, ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact, you admitted it once I submitted it, wrapped in plastic
Remember scribbling, scratching, diligent sentences, backwards visiting, freestyle ciphers for your reaction
Now I can live in this stadium, pack it, the fast, the fast, the fast, the fast, the fast, the fast, the fast, the fast
Gambling, Benjamin, benefit, sending in traffic, spinning women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
Winning in every decision, country gets mastered, that mastered it, isn't it?
Lovely how menaces turn attraction, pivoting rappers, finishing fraction while writing blue magic
Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a pack, but what's better than that?
The fact it brought me back home
We've been waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
I know everything, I know everything
Know myself, I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health
I know fatality, my hauncher, I know everything
I know Compton, I know street, I know there's conscious
I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
I know everything, I know history, I know the universe works mentally
I know the perks of wood, is it meant for me?
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, and money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those
That's unreal, I know everything
The highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision
I know you know that line's for Compton School District
Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it's distributed
I know how people work, I know the price of life
I'm knowing how much it's worth
I know what I know, and I know it well, not to ever forget
Until I realized I didn't know
The day I came home
We've been waiting for you
I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gapping his smile
Hand-me-down sneakers, bounce through the crowd
Running number, home man and woman that crossed him
Sun beaming on his beady beads, exhausted
Tossing footballs with his ashy black ankles
Breaking new laws, mama passed on home training
He looked at me and said, Kendrick, you do know my language
You just forgot because of what Publix said
Goose had painted
Oh, I forgot, don't kill my vibe, that's right, you're famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
But never mind your hair right now, don't you mistake it
It's just a new trip
Take a glimpse of your family ancestor, make a new list
Of everything you thought was progress, and that was boom
I know your life is full of turmoil, spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad for you, I can attempt
To enlighten you without frightening you
If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two
But if you pick destiny over rest in peace, then be an advocate
Tell your homies especially to come back home
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
I've been looking for you, mama, I've been looking for you, mama, I've been looking for you, mama
Put the feeling, like, it's barely described
What your result, is it in the woman, is it in money, or man God?
Tell me something, got me losing my mind
You make me wanna jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I've been looking for you, mama, I've been looking for you, mama, I've been looking for you, mama
Put the feeling, like, it's barely described
What your result, is it in the woman, is it in money, or man God?
Tell me something, think I'm losing my mind
I say, where you at?
From the front to the back
I'm looking for you, I react
Only when you react
I, I thought I found you, back in the cake
You
When I was 17 with the 30th special.
Maybe you in a calabial.
Maybe you're not real.
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel.
Maybe you're paranoid.
Maybe I don't need you anyway.
Don't lie to me.
I'm suicidal when you think.
Like it when you have it.
Like it when you have it.
Like it when you have it.