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C4, K.Dot, let's get it Yeah, Punch wanted me to come right in on the one I didn't want to I love this beat I love it so much, I can just listen to the instrumental And don't rap But I won't do that Light an incense for little Kendrick, little, oh, Kendrick Determination, my drive is like a thousand convertible engines My adrenaline pump the blood of a warrior, chump, the apprentice Grown to be a man, 21 now, my heart in my hand Don’t get gunned down, I’m from Compton, bitch Fuck a 6-4, we hit the kill switch The other day I seen my nigga Snows in the casket Darker skin tone, you can only imagine The type of shit we on, murdered them dumb bastards Kill 'em inside their kitchen And then stuffed them inside their cabinets Death before dishonor, put that on my mama I'mma ride till I see the promise land, that’s a promise Llamas in the unfamiliar minivan More drama only make more problems, but They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding Like a black rodeo, .44’s, calicos Chop 'em up, stop 'em up like a stuffy nose We supposed to be brothers, motherfuck ya Tuck your tail, bitch, hell is waiting on ya While I’m praying on ya Not on my knees though, I mean preying on ya I gotta feed, ho, and your death is nutritious to my appetite After I eat, you’re sure to see afterlife Jesus Christ, forgive me for my sins Because when you forgive me, I’m sure to sin again I guess I’m a sinner, especially when I found out somebody killed my nigga Nigga, does anybody killer, fuck your creed, race, or color Son, daughter, sister, mother, brother gotta suffer Bitch, I’m cold hearted, till my arteries freeze Please hand me the keys to the G-ride They outside then They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding Somebody get ready for a murder No more further announcements Mac-11 bouncing, the murder scene, coroner, yellow tape surrounding Either I retaliate or find self counseling Somebody got to die, simple mathematics Semi-automatic, watch them niggas panic and their hearts perish Or let's be diplomatic and less melodramatic Everything is vanity, think Ecclesiastic But what’s it all for, or what’s it all mean? An eye for an eye means you and I won’t live to see As our hearts bleed, we proceed cautiously Shoot them niggas down consciously, that’s how They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding, we riding They gotta get shot down 'Cause we riding, we riding