We Up(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Kendrick Lamar

歌詞

I'm around the bullshit like a matador I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So what you want, the cheese or the chicks' You want the chicks but you want the cheese A bitch gotta eat I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come and outline You ain't made of what I'm made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch Your shoes come from Vegas Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that [Chorus] You all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, nigga! Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot [Chorus] Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin' Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin' Bulls eye, that's what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard Aloof livin', I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame [Chorus]