Kendrick Lamar - Gotta Have Heart lyrics

[Intro] Yeah we gone keep it moving man Your man DJ Skee holdin' it down With my man Jay Rock Next f**in' superstar of the West Coast Remember where you heard it first You can tune in to him, on my radio show You know we always playin' his sh** Saturday nights, Channel 40 Hip-Hop nation, satellite radio, let's go [Hook: Jay Rock] It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk) Only the strong survive, you see Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart) It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk) Only the strong survive, you see Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart) [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Pull up in the whip, identical black Two b**hes inside, identical racks Two guns on my side, identical gats Leave a n***a bleeding fast in need of a pad Look, when a n***a broke, in need of some cash I'll hit a house fast, with the heat and a mask All fingers on triggers, itching to blast Everybody on the floor, yelling "Where's the stash?" [?] then I'm out split second to dash Swerving through enemy lines might bust me a cap Then I pull the car over throw the strap in the trash Make sure the coast's clear, no signs of the crash Only the strong survive, when I speak it it's real Dawg it's real on this field, get k**ed for the skrill Got ice on your hand, get k**ed for your chill k**er Cali you ba*tard, keep you a steel [Hook] [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Pull out the Aston Martin If you talking too much pull out my coffin Pull out another one for his brother Real comfortable, even get his favourite colour I burn rubber off the V12 I f** international females My last b**h b**h was speaking some German sh** Catch me vacating on the Germany trip Eyes red, sandals on like, f** what Cam'ron said I'm pecking for the bread But nothing like a pigeon I'm something like a vulture You wanna know how I do it mothaf**a I'll coach ya They call me Phil Jackson I train your day like Denzel, welcome to practice Yes I'm the baddest, if my lyrics had looks This rhyme right here belong in the beauty pageant J. Brown asked me do I got it, been had it This beat is p**nographic I f** off it [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Wy] Enemy down, left his a** spread apart Trying to get back to the whip, f** it won't start Now I'm on foot back to the turf Disguised in these colours of this n***a I murked Hide in the bush, hit the b**h on the chirp This where I'm at, don't let the ones get here first So as she pulled up, I jumped in the Magnum Took my clothes off and burned 'em, after I bagged 'em I shoot shots through your new era Have your face airbrushed on a all white new sweater Before the judge say you're [?] I'm jumping out, dumping, let him k** me in a stand off Please [?], take me away At least back behind the car I fire back with the K That's what it is, fire back where you stay I spent my whole life trying to climb back with the yay