Kendrick Lamar - OnDaSpot Freestyle lyrics

[Ab-Soul] Soul brotha, number after one The brightest out the bunch, compare me to the sun Skinny as a motherf**a, probably skipped lunch Hungry with the same appetite as Big Pun They say I'm too much, I ask how come There's no one else with opposable thumbs with such a touch You help a n***a once and he'll probably forget it You help a n***a twice, you're officially his crutch I understood this back when I was just a young lad Couple lies and a couple lines in my notepad My composition wasn't even competition Now I'm dropping sh** in the booth more than the pot I piss in And might I mention I dive in the pool of violent piranhas You find another guy with my description My prerogative is simply to annihilate you simply I got fired from my job, but I gets busy And I ain't tryin' to ask for more than I deserve So understand when I say I need a million today You blend in like chameleon But I stand out, like I exited the building f** yo feelings, I'm just sayin', you ain't nothin' like Ab, n***a We're night and day like Meek Mills and Mac Miller I'm sippin' Remy watchin' Martin droolin' over Gina If I had the opportunity I'd turn her out, like Tina But not like Ike, I'd take a much different approach Roll in a river 'til she hit them high notes No disrespect, I'm just a nut, tryin' to get some cash You's another n***a in my way, tryin' to get some scratch I'm tryin' to get to San Tropez, or somewhere close to that All cause I heard Jay say it in a f**in' rap Now make that a** clap, I know this ain't that type of song But I get p**y too, they only like me for conscious songs Whatever that means, I swear I'm so aware But I wear shades everyday, my vision gotta be impaired Plus you would think they found me in Korea somewhere And I'm just another n***a, like Farrakhan with curly hair [Kendrick Lamar] If I told you I k**ed a n***a at sixteen would you believe me Or see me to be just a angel that's easy to please Angled a company by a gang of n***as that squeeze Once their marks are your tire marks, that's the f**in' mark of the beast I try so hard to follow God You know, anointed oil, plant some Bibles in the front yard Rebuke at the turmoil My dreams of being like Jordan are spoiled My temperature high that it boiled, 'til your homicide is good for you I'm loyal to my feelings, I try to stay righteous and cordial But these feelings are twenty-twos a producer, new Zoo These gorillas they let loose at 2:45 on 245 street Colt 45 and shoot, walkin' outside and slippin' like Kenneth Coles On a slab of grease, body found in a pothole Forks, white tees just to cover up his long nose And that b**h'll hang to my knee like a dress I confess I'm depressed I suppose I'm more than likely infest my best in the Lima Hop out, gun your a** down in front of your mama I try to follow God like Bishop But when they see that you b**her, prepare for a ditch of Dirt, I give you a list of families that hurt, but oh well, f** it, that's life And that's the color your son chose to put on tonight So in self-respect, just know I say it's a honor Hop out, gunnin' us down in front of your mama, uh Like kindergartners my vision's bothered By vigilantes that harbor on street corners Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya The starving, the speed on ya Stampede on ya, impede on your pockets that peed on ya Dreams of us livin' lavish in fabrics of fine linens Spinnin', established with women, dinin' and laughin' But this environment got us violent, ready to crash Into society, take the driver's seat, hope you're fastened Your seat belts twice when I rolled them dice, I crap So many times I could build casinos from scratch Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax That's what my mental say, but my physical's been detached I'm on some other sh**, like f** the government, I'm higher rankings Where the mothership? I made the covenant that I was changin' But my luck has been quite disgusting when reality tainted Where the f** you been? Left him face down like he was plankin' In a cold world where old girl and a home boy got a motive You could b**h, girl your tribulations, that sensation's insultin' Got a wifey or mistress, n***a which one you indulgin'? Regardless of who you pick Know life's a b**h when you ain't focused, n***a