Lyrics: Kendrick Lamar
Music: Kendrick Lamar
Salutations, it's your uncle, Sam
And this is the great American game
Reincarnated with Love
My Gemini, that power went up, no more handshakes and hugs
The energy only circulate through us, everybody must be judged
But this time, God only favorin' us
Twenty years in, still got that pen, dedicated to bare hard truth
Etiquette speak with a vigilant tongue
Pray to get, this time it's
I'm carrying heavier hearts right now, I could power lift with Olympians too
Carryin' varyin' thoughts right now, I dessert this uh, like tiramisu
We go body for body, I hand you a body, I'm probably a better masseuse
Really don't bother nobody, but they run it by me if I gotta clear out the room
You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the Louvre
Uh, would not have a soul, even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and Q
Started with nothin' but government cheese
But now I can cease, the government do
'Member the foods, them color was tan and brown, but now, the hundred, it blue
'Member I said I'm the greatest back when you debated the number one and number two?
Pop, it was always hilarious to me
You carried 'em to me, I brung out the face
The revolution 'bout to be televised
You picked the right time, but the wrong guy
Someone better squabble up
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 and mop feet
When I hear music (What?), it makes me dance (Ayy)
You got the music (Woo), now is your chance
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' 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, these some whole other politics
Uh, that's a what and that's a lot of what?
Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the Smirnoff
We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off
Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw
Tell me why you boys rap if it's fictional?
Tell me why you boys fed if you criminal?
"Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?" Nah
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
Squabble up (Squabble up)
Squabble up (Squabble up)
Squabble up (Squabble up)
Squabble up (What?)
Squabble up (Squabble up)
Squabble up (What?)
Squabble up (Squabble up)
Squabble up
No, no, no, no, no
Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto
Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?
Then tighten up
Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finessin' on 'em with some counterfeits, now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this
D'ussé with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub
I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then I break it down, you can call it Tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk
Peed on your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a (Uh)
Be humble (Hold up)
Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil')
Be humble (Hold up)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil')
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil')
Sit down (Hold up, lil')
Be humble (Hold up)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Hol' on
I got, I got, I got, I got—
Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
Coke and quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA (Huh, huh, huh, ah)
Power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA
That's hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA
Was born like this, one like this, Yeshua new weapon
Transform like this with Yeshua new weapon
Murder, conviction
Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption
Scholars, fathers dead with kids and
I wish I was, hol' on
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?
Man, I know y'all gon' see
Ever since prime want me
It's K-D-O-T, bum (What?)
I deserve it all
Keep these bums away from me
Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me
Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me
Crashin' out right now, it ain't with safe with me
Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me, just wait and see
More blood be spillin', it's just paint to me
Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me
Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?
How annoying
From the poise and the game I speak? A shame with me
It's important, I deserve it all 'cause it's mine
Why you think you deserve the greatest of all time?
Ah, see you brought your homeboys with you (Give a helping hand)
The old culture cheat code (To your fellow men, oh, my—)
Scorekeeper, deduct one life
Ayy, what?
Look
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Peekaboo, I just put the boogers in my chain
Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank
Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name
Peekaboo, I put two foreigns on the 405
Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin pasta
Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?
Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that—, let's get it
Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chuck E. Cheese
Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street
Peekaboo, they say Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep
He on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (Woah)
(Peekaboo)
Ladies (Yes, Dot?)
I wanna make a move (For sure)
I wanna perform they favorite song
But you know they love to sue
What song?
Yeah, that song (That song?)
Ah, maybe I'll think about it (Oh, no)
Know what, I'll slow it down
Say, ladies, do me this solid (Ooh)
Oh, you done lost your damn mind
If this world were mine
Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot
If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply
If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God
Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire
Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah
In this world, concrete flowers grow
Heartache, she only doin' what she know
Weekends, get it poppin' on the low
Better days comin' for sure
If this world were—
If it was up to me
I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy
I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything
I just wanna see you win, wanna see
If this world were mine
It go in (Uh), out (Out), do it real slow (Slow)
Baby, you a star (Star), strike a pose
When I'm (Uh) with you (Uh), everything goes (Uh-huh)
Come and put that on my soul
Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword
But you can't bring the truth to me
Bump you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations
I recognize your false confidence, promises
All in your conversation
I hate those that feel entitled
Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you
Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin'?
I don't even like you
Corrupt a man's heart with a gift
That's how you find out who you dealin' with
A small percentage who I'm buildin' with
I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin'
On my mama, said, mama
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (Uh)
All the stars approach you
All the stars approach you (Uh)
All the stars approach you
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
Yeah-eah
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what America wants, nice and calm
You're almost there
Don't mess this—
Oh no
It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor
You really 'bout to do it?
Forty acres in the mood, this is bigger than the music
You really 'bout to do it?
Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence
Then get on it like that
Ayy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like baow
Mustard on the beat, bro
Deebo any rap, uh, he a free throw
Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe"
Nail them boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'
What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?
Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton
What? Beat your— and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho
Pole, extort sh—, bully Death Ro
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b***h that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified— (Ah)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em, tough
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a—? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us (What?)
They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way, hol' on
I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, Oklama, Mr. Morale
This is GNX
We come all the way from Compton, California to come party with y'all
(Mustard on the beat) Let me hear you say
Mustard
They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it
Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta
Turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin'
I'm in the city where the flag be gettin' thrown, was pass interference
Padlock around the
Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag
Bone to pick like it was sea bass
So when I made it out, I made about 50K from a show
I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope
I'm prophetic, they only talk about it, I did it
Good for saving face, I seen the cosmetics
Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics
Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric
Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric
Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it
Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it
Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of L.A., yellin'
Mustard
They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it
Got my—, on the—, but the— gotta— (Ha)
Turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off
Turn his TV off, turn his—