Luther
Kendrick Lamar
2:58I don't read the XXL Tote a four-five to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh, well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus piece It's bloodshed fill the cracks in my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in blood, nigga In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Mama ain't show, grandma almost pulled the plug, nigga Used to pull the gun out just because these 'cause niggas Five shots to the head 'cause I'm a Blood, nigga Nothin' brewin' but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf No peace, so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cookin' that real beef Mamas mournin' they sons, I'm talkin' real grief Real funerals of them lost juveniles Tryna be generals, be missin' your dinner now, huh Say it's a blessing when you die in your sleep 'Cause the coroner don't need no sheets, capeesh? I'm sayin', stop playin', wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a casket what he pray in Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothin' 'bout her baby, you crazy Said she see no evil, she don't hear nothin' at all You wanna see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Said we on our way now, I'ma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened to them? What happened to them? I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in that fire of broken bones And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sow I bought my mama a Benz, my boobie a Jag A car for my dogs with a roof full of glass But still, I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper blast But fuck that, I'm not worried, mm, even when it's scary, mm Skrrt off, makin' them hurt off, should've heard them in a hurry, mm Dirt off all of my fingers, dirt on all of them gone that's buried, mm Shirt off when procedure, resuscitation came early I need you to keep quiet as a mouse Which is ironic 'cause rats is what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm hearin' the sonics of gunfire, the whisper, the silent cries Even though we know it's eye for an eye Said she see no evil (yeah), she don't hear nothin' at all (oh) You wanna see tomorrow, you promise not to talk (promise not to talk) Said we on our way now, I'ma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened to them? (Oh) What happened to them? I was born a soldier, ride or die for mine Tattoo tears and a lawyer tryna give me life Heaven, can you hear me? 'Cause I know that hell can So, heaven, can you heal me? (Oh) I'm only just a man, oh You wanna go to Compton? Nigga, I'll take you there Hub City, bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code, a nigga's callin' from the pen' Colombian neckties on the outside from within And then your mama never see you again Casket to never wake up, plastered in MAC make-up, huh Niggas can't hear you talkin' from the sky And only five-year-olds see your ghost when you die, no lie Karma catches up to all you head honchos Two dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco Shit get real, though, inside the Fox Hills, though Nigga livin' that fast life and get killed slow Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets My grandmother's prayers saved you niggas, I never wanted peace Los Angeles, I'm the motherfuckin' king here No First 48 'cause motherfuckers don't sing here, huh Said she see no evil, she don't hear nothin' at all You wanna see tomorrow (yeah), you promise not to talk (don't do it) Said we on our way now (yeah), I'ma see you again (see you again) And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened to them? (Tell me) What happened to them? (Yeah)