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von Kendrick Lamar

Diagnosed, I am
Reincarnated
I was stargazin′
Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)

Woke up, lookin' for the broccoli
High key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet

(When I hear music, it makes me dance)
(You got the music, now is your chance)

A yeet nigga couldn′t try me in a tri-state
Buddy passed, but I give him splash 'til he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money in a pile, both gyrated

I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no ties
I walked in, walked out with the sides
Man down, let me know what the prize


What the fuck? I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cups
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks
Here this turf can get crackin′, double back like a deluxe

50 deep, but it ain′t deep enough
Fuck a plea, they'll go beat him up
Fallin′ from my money tree, and it grow throughout the mud
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us

I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don′t got no ties
I walked in, walked out with the sides
Man down, let me know what the prize

Squabble up, squabble up, squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)
Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up

Hol' up (hol′ up), where you from? (Where you from?)
My bitch (my bitch), I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb)
Sideways (sideways), monster (monster) fever (fever)
I'm on one (I′m on one)

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, baby rockin′ it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I′m watchin' it
Work on the flow, let me know if you crockin′ it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin′ it


It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it
Pipe down, young, get some hoes out politics
Bitch with 'em and some bitch in ′em, that′s a lot of bitch
Don't hit ′em, he got kids with him, my apologies

Ghetto child, he was blackin' out with the Smirnoff
Yee-haw, we outside, boy, they ′bout to kill him off
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brickerall
Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it′s fictional?

Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?
"Hey, Dot, can I get a drop?" I'm like, "Nigga, nah"
Ace boon coon from the Westside to synagogue
It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I′ve been a dog (ah!)

I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don′t got no ties
I walked in, walked out with the sides
Man down, let me know what the prize

Squabble up, squabble up, squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)
Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up