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Kendrick Lamar
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Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice)
[Hook] Smoke good, eat good, live good
[Verse 1] I used to want to see the penitentiary Way after elementary Thought it was cool to look the judge In the face while he sentenced me Since my uncles was institutionalized My intuition has said I was suited for family ties My mama is stressing, my daddy tired I need me a weapon, these niggas ride Every minute, every second gangstas try To save me. How I'm gonna listen? I don't even hear God Heaven or Hell? Base it all on my instincts My hands dirty, you worry about the mud In your seat. You like to mistake a street Nigga for a real nigga. The same Nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya I deal with ya like my son Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin In my eyes homie. Stand for something Fall for anything, and you working With two left feet at the skating rink But anyway, this for my niggas Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures I want you to know that I'm so determined To blow, you hear the music I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row You came home to a pocket full of stones A Metro PC phone, then you went back in So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in My view. I'mma get it right, just so you:
[Hook] Smoke good, eat good, live good
[Verse 2] And I do this for the city Got some Hennessey and my real Niggas with me Fuck the police, they gonna have To come and get me If it feel good, tell you Holler if you hear me
You look like you mistake a street nigga For real nigga. The same nigga That kill with ya squeal with ya I'd like to start it out from the botom And build with ya Be on my last dollar and split the bill With ya. I'm 23 with more ? Than plans to live in hood Not rich, but wealthy There's nothing you can tell me My killings are not remorseful This city got my back, before that I give them my torso Think about it, and don't call me lyrical Cause really I'm just a nigga whose evil And spiritual. I know some rappers Using big words to make their similies heard My simplest shit be more pivotal I penetrate the hearts of good kids And criminals. Word to some individuals Who live life critical So won't you bear witness while I bear feet So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot I wanna be heard, probably thought he worked my nerves But really he was stressing me, getting What I deserved. Somebody said my name on the radio Didn't know I was ready for the world That minute. So the next time you roll up And drop grams in it, you'll probably be Out of work, laid back, while he
[Hook] Smoke good, eat good, live good
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