Kendrick Lamar - What The Deal lyrics

[Intro] If I gotta ride, then youse gonna die [Verse 1] I hope n***as ain't really tryna break my bones, 'cause if you are Make sure you know what nickname you want for that tombstone Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones Beak Bad Boys down like Jimmy did Sean Combs I'm hot as an oven, you just a pressing comb Not impressed, homes, you should've stayed home And pray that rooftop block you from getting sh**ted on I gives a f** if A&R's don't pick up the phone I swear it's no one like me, but if it is Then I've got a long-lost twin, sort of made me a goon I don't care about friends, I was made to be on my own I came in this world by myself, and I'm leaving alone Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own sponsored links With a backyard the size of the f**ing Georgia Dome, pop You pop sh** and I might pop your dome Give your homies a reason to make a memory stone n***as weird, they love when the beef is on Knowing that plummet time the only time he'll roam You'd better hold your breath, I'll give you a walkthrough d**h And recommend the gun being your chaperone I know young n***as that look up to Al Capone And they look 17, but I swear that they mind is grown I'm so grown, and the reason I write this way ‘Pac and Big ghostwriting my songs You can play the boss, but if you get shot from being on top Then homie, that's your loss sh**, I'm nice with it I'll pop your man then leave some money on him So he can pay for his funeral costs (get it?) These n***as tryna get money like Fort Knox Either from the rap sh** or back down to the cut rock And you can play a baller But deep inside you know you're just an actor Yeah, something like Rick Ware You ain't a thug, homie, you just a fox And I'm Mr. Werewolf somewhere in the Boondocks And I'm really from the street, so if I ask for beef, homie Don't bring no pork chops I'll turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chop With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bums' socks They say the flow is crack, so wherever I rap Best believe you can call it a dope spot, b**h I swear I'm gon' ride… and he's gotta die b**h, it's that Compton sh**, n***as Okay… okay… Money by any means, n***a…