作词 : Kendrick Lamar/DJ Dahi/Jay Rock/Victoria Legrand/Alex Scally/Beach House

作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/DJ Dahi/Jay Rock/Victoria Legrand/Alex Scally/Beach House

编曲 : DJ Dahi

制作人 : DJ Dahi

Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish

Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

I ****ed Sherane and went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish

Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

You looking like an easy come up, ya bish

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish

And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main b***h, that's just how I feel

Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel

Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 after school

You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies"

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

Back to reality, we poor, ya bish

Another casualty of war, ya bish

Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head

He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish

That Louis Burger never be the same

A Louis belt will never ease that pain

But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking

Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting

Gang signs out the window, ya bish

Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main b***h, that's just how I feel

Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel

Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel

Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

Imagine Rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings

Liquor spillin', pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping

Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving

My homeboy just domed a nigga

I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with ****ing residue

Every day I'm hustlin'

What else is a thug to do

When you eatin' cheese from the government?

Gotta provide for my daughter n'em

Get the **** up out my way, bish

Got that drum and I got them bands

Just like a parade, bish

Drop that work up in the bushes

Hope them boys don't see my stash

If they do, tell the truth

This the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut

Them serpents lurking, blood

B*****s selling p***y, niggas selling drugs

But it's all good

Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is

In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees

Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

K's Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house man. This man, on one, he feeling good as a mother ****er. Shit, I'm trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to him

K's Dad: Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass. Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass

K's Mom: See he high as hell, shit, and he ain't even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back

K's Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?