Black Hippy - Nahright, Onsmash lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Soon as the beat drop, I'm on it When I'm on it the rap, my main purpose is to bone it I f** over these tracks like I'm a p**no star A good beat is a fat a** and big titties y'all I say wa**up nah right I say wa**up on smash Like some grapes in a wine cellar Ain't nothing that you can tell her Them top dawg fellas are good fellas indeed Surrounded by palm trees Chronic fingers palm trees 105 hi speed, doing a hundred like my name is big face Shout out to 'tiny' cause I'm tryna escape The crooked arms of the law Still I shine like the sun facing a star Might brighten up your day tomorrow Mark of the beast on your forehead go head its god given I'm living like Jesus of NAzareth whether Christian or Catholic Sacrifice in my mind, body, and soul for the hip hop Till the sh** stop, I'm with Pac and Big Pop, Jay Rock Tell 'em... [Verse 2: Jay Rock] My n***as, y'all can check me out Nah right, Jay Rock, feel my style Kendrick Lamar, Top Dawg, them n***as wild The way they murder them tracks, they say them n***as foul So get a whiff of this hip hop in its finest hour I'mma sit at the top 'till my final hour Our, goal is to get the money The power, bad b**hes sitting in my shower Lot of n***as wanna compare me What the people don't know, these n***as scared b Yeah the truth hurts, that's what I am And it hurt 'em every time when they play my jam Damn, don't like it? my n***a, f** you Cause I'mma still do me, like I'm supposed to It's Jay Rock, a.k.a The Mac Watts city California, and we on smash [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] I'm starting to be a part of such a conglomerate And I've been live since the date I made my momma late I swear to god, my mind travel like a (?) Man, how many clams it take to make a pearly gate? And nah right, is alright with me Cause they provide, what we write, for your eyes to see I'm beating on your eardrums like Quest Love Music is in my roots, plant me and watch me bloom Couldn't tell you how many hours I spent in my room Knotting my noggin or something, knocking, no lock on my door So if my momma peaked in she subject to get her chin Checked by a punchline how's that for a metaphor, huh? So here's another smash for on smash, and it's hot Like that bright orange light under the pot We do this religiously the booth is a mosque And if I lie, then so do Allah, ta-ta [Verse 4: Schoolboy Q] Copped a bag of weed, get so high That the space has no gravity Take away all the pain and the agony This the real call, for my real n***as How you feel n***a? ask nah right? I got it on smash Last blunt, this should help me make this song last Used to make a dollar off of 15's Till I figured I could make it off of 16's Still ain't made it off of 16... So it's back to flipping pat's and getting CREAM Mom say she wanna doctor, still my a** Chose to be a rapper, it figures But really it's deeper than that I can get really deep to the facts Play on repeat to the max With the reefer attached, stay updated