Kendrick Lamar - Heat Stroke lyrics

[Verse 1] Live from the area code of 310 Carry the whole city on my back Knapsack full of goodies, black hoodie, [inaudible] Fully detach bullets from their own egos, see no evil Who the hottest out? I'm a give 'em a heat stroke Summertime, wearin' a peacoat I be the baddest to ever put a lyric on top of an apparatus Now trip, that's our flip, I'm a savage Fabulous wordplay And you can get served every day without a in-house maid Be very afraid, I'm nasty with it Born out the a** of a dragon, flamin', sh**ted on the ma**es This hara**ment came from Kendrick, givin' out caskets Puttin' these rappers in it, you fit the image of a dead man Hennessy and chronic in the same night, so what? Eyes red like a twelve o'clock fight