Kendrick Lamar - Real 92.3 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug like this Sophisticated gangsta, watch me thug like this Snatch your, uh, in a club like this Seven zeros, need my pub like this Stuck in a rock in a hard place I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well, I am I got to get my thing off My style come from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2 And James Brown with his fist crossed I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers Whoever thought a billionaire come out of Compton? Multiply simple logic, it's rules you can follow If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted Chasin' hood rat brownie points and bullsh**tin' I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em Grab my dick and pour on 'em Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' that whoop-de-whoop Hoppin' out on my enemies, I know who to shoot Back when my homies where I need to be Such a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke I watched a homie watch his son smoke I seen the sun set on my set I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him close Everythin' subject to change Nowadays, the Compton (?) k** each other Faster than an opposite color Homies whack out everythin', you're dead, homie It's your mother, your uncle and brother If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one comin' Damn, that's f**ed up, I guess it is When you can't trust not a soul inside these streets I made a video out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see To let 'em know it's more than just Pamela Lee They said, "Good looking" Paused the video the moment his phone ring That fast dollar was his only problem No matter how many times I showed him the Eiffel Tower The block was home and Africa was too far for power Then I knew [Bridge] And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't stop [Verse 2] This feelin' is unmatched This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap Black Pendleton ball cap Windows shatter, same synonym fall back Been in it before Internet had impacts My innocence limited, the experience lacked Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked The mind of a literate writer, but I did in fact You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences backwards Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your reaction Now I can visit a stadium, pack it the fastest Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion Winnin' in every decision Kendrick is master and mastered it Isn't it lovely how menace has turned attraction? Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction, runnin' pure magic Thank God for rap, I will say it got me a plaque But what's better than that? I know everything I know everything, I know myself I know morality, spirituality, good and beheld I know fatality might haunt you I know everything, I know Compton I know street sh**, I know sh** that's conscience, I know everything I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma I know everything, I know history I know the universe works mentally I know the perks of bullsh**, that isn't meant for me I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and money I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's hungry I know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and junkies I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision You know, they know that from Compton School District I give it to the kids, don't gossip 'bout how it was distributed I, I, I know how people work, I know the price of life I know how much it's worth, I know what I know and I know it well Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't know sh** Big Boy, what's up? [Bridge] And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't and you don't And you don't and you don't stop [Verse 3] I don't give a buck about no politics in rap My little homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax Bump what they talking 'bout, this here is where it's at Look, I came in this game, I stuck my fangs in this game I wore no chain in this game, my hood, my name in this game Now I double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can cuddle up" I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with them white tube socks It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this That's what the chronic smell like when them chemicals mix Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the extras El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans that eff with me Nobody can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, just got my (?) The little homies called They said, "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh, yeah? Punto want to squabble with me, vatio? Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' Homie's name on paper, you snitched all summer The streets don't fail me now, they want to put the game in town From Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'? They give us guns and d**, call us thugs Tell me they profit to f** with you Nobody can f** with you, Obama said, "What it do?" [Bridge] Can I get one more? [Verse 4] Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin' Motherf** if they did, then a n***a'd be platinum Y'all priorities bullsh**, put energy in wrong sh** Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no politician at award shows No, don't ask about my, uh, no, don't ask about my foes 'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I'm the only n***a next to Snoop that can push the bu*ton Had the Coast on standby "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, buyin' land stock