Kendrick Lamar - Before He Was Famous Freestyle (Nickerson Gardens Cypha) lyrics

I'm more focused, see I'm nothing like you new [?] [???] the front lines Thinking they hot cause they homies said they was a few times Which is too many times of lying to you, they telling a lie The only time I lie in the booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hours, these n***as better get they bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key, my cool is on, she love my AC My j**els is on and I wish one of y'all try robbing me I shoot and have you laying between the sheets with the Isley's We push the coupe like a high speed and the helicopters come and realize theres nothing behind us, it's behind me Your honor, I f** over these beats with no condom This ain't really a rap, it's a p**no, rewind it back It's back to defining a loss, correct, they don't obey Y'all ain't nice n***a, y'all just okay Y'all more than a Lil Jon phrase I'm Mike Jordan in his prime, a modern day Issac Hayes Fingers on the shaft, new to the theme song of your career Study my craft, you ignorant?, I can do it without a pen and a pad It's inspiration, something y'all have never had If my pockets is something you're trying to grab, see I pull out a rocket and peel you back like scab, you old news Old dudes get out my way let the young boy come through, don't mention my age, sh*t I'm on a mission for pay and you astronaut n***as just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere, you can act like you're here But actually you ain't accurate f**ing with this music biz The industry like "f** it, let the music be his" No theme park, I'm not trying to amuse you kids Small shark, Jaws is here jump in the water Do we really f** with president Carter? My reply is that I can't stay away from the bosses Got the bidding war popping like an auction Five or ten labels like "What he hitting for"?, seven zeros or more Remember having Aftermath sitting on my door Money in front of me I couldn't open the door I'm so far ahead of my time I got people 5 years from now pressing rewind I'm hardly impressed with y'all, I hate rappers Where the true artists at?, if it ain't a good picture you draw don't bring it to the architect Often y'all arguing 'bout who got next Claiming y'all running the game n***as is barely walking yet Hopping all over beats without going through training camp Try studying a few greats and then maybe you'll be where I'm at Your songwriting ain't great, your mixtape is mediocre You recycle the same quotes, you're not Switching your flow, your flow in the same place Don't just rap elaborate, expand, try to be more creative perhaps My rap friends, I ain't saying that you whack, psych Like an invoice I'm just stating the facts, right? The metaphors I write In fact you've been a factor you've feared your whole life, no TV show Don't compare me with them, that's like Jaws vs. Nemo A gorilla to a chimp, Jordan vs. Kukoc A Tony Montana with blow in his nose to a Nino