[Intro: Kendrick Lamar, Mustard]
I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in a hotel room
Aaaaah!
Aaaaah!
Aaaaah!
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap n***a, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a n***a to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass n****s tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you rеally got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide thе Bible if God watchin'
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Big Sean]
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n****s
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil'
Lil' stupid ass
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a
Fuck about you, or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic (Woah)
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick
Brr brr, I see you callin', I be makin' it quick
I'ma answer that shit like, "I don't fuck wit'-
Chu, bitch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean, for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, I
Stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me like
And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories; that bitch a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone
I got a bitch that text me she ain't got no clothes on (Swerve)
And then another one text (Swerve, swerve,) then your ass next
And I'ma text your ass back, like—
[Chorus: Big Sean, Soulja Boy]
(Aaah) I don't fuck wit' (You!)
You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you, lil' stupid ass
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar, Charles Martinet]
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 pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
Oh no, let-sa go!
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way
