Correction Paroles Ignorance par Kendrick Lamar

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Yeah
I ain't gon' waste no time for these beggars
Look

At first sight, you thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like a phantom become a fan?
You prolly workin' on a mixtape of your own
You prolly reached out to get me on a song
But I ain't holla backs, you feel like I'm full of sh*t
You might even consider comin' up with a diss
And I only encourage that if you want a cease to exist
You n***as search for the hits, I'm just markin' off my list
And if I had one wish
All of y'all would disappear with the flick of a risk
I figure sh*t, the game is overpopulated with ball
You need a thug war, bro, for the stunts y'all pour
But in this day and age, you can't mix the way that enter
And who needs attention if it ain't in descender?
And yeah, I'm a sinner like everybody else is
So I won't need your help long as God will forgive her
I'm so bossy, b*t*h, get off me
Trick, get off me, I learned from wise men
I read the newspaper over cigarettes and coffee
And they only interests is benefits on war street
And you look up to n***as movin' bricks in the OT
But you ain't about sh*t, that's what dude Dogg taught me
No sixes on sprees but a bucket on [?]
But one missin' on the driver side, and I love that, uh
When I rode through the city, it give me a rush
Yeah, I'm high off life but I'm rollin' blunts
Big boss stick broads, it might scroll 'em up
Short shot like [?] when it's open, what?
I see you scopin', we should [?]
I'm stonin' like a [?] straight out the coursin'
Marchin', I put on for my soil, plant the seed
ever seen
So if I happen to leave, just preferred to leave
With no college, I'm still cold, droppin' degrees and all
Everything ain't what it seems
But they're all actors, they belong in a scene
But no [?] scholar, payin' homage to Curtis King
'Cause I [?] a dream
I wonder if n***as like [?] will ever make it big as Jigga
For bein' a lyricist and not a pretender
You tend to [?] n***as to surrender
'Cause when I return like inter, I'ma end ya
See I was mentored, filled around the ignorance
That young boy kick it like all three inches
Legend on the block, shout out to legend in block
And when it get greasy, I just call, been greasy
Easy, ask ScHoolboy about my group
Smoke up all this weed and don't drop one hoop
Tryna make moves, but punch keeps sayin'
That patience is virtual and it's maybe true
But I can't wait to rain like a hurricane came through
Get this woman and if y'all can't get it then
I'ma just [?] for Kendrick, yeah

Uh, straight out the gate, I represent for heavy, section eight
House in the comfort, there's more to accomplish
The bomb, Hiroshima's atomic
My palm over the book of Psalms, promise to God I keep it honest, mind
Over matter, my subject matters, I land mines
I'm on a bubble like a [?]
My hustle got Nipsey on his toes
We 'bout to pimp that game like a book of Chico
Word to Roc and Ab-Soul
ScHoolboy Q, money longer than any jewel
That's how we tryna get it and if you say you got it
I'm sure you gotta take it back like in the price 'cause it's winnin'
We all [?], you're all b*t*hes, no pun intended
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to turn it up this year, bro
Bust it through your [?], they all wanna rock
I don't know if I'm [?] or a Guitar Hero
Ever since [?], new always seen these zeros
Trips overseas like a extra [?] blood
Protection out 'cause I know they hate to show me love
My [?] 'cause I like to really cook it up
Soufflé for [?], Lupe
Eminem and André
Weezy-F baby or any rapper out from the eighties
I'm a [?]
They wanna put they money on me
I'd rather to send them checks to [?]
That's more important than me fillin' your ass with poison
Quite frankly, you can't change me
So put me in your CD changer and admit it's a banger
I admit I'm a stranger to givin' up
No exceptions make your girl famous for givin' butts
It's eight-seven, hop in a [?] to pet shop
Close your eyes, play track number five and see God
Copped the state of mind, that's the state of mines
I make my city make noise, you just make your moms
See the godfather, I could probably date your moms
Make Ab the godfather when I f**k a couple times, haha
Like call me Guitar Hero, or call me Dada
Sister days of Dada, I been on my sh*t, n***a
And you ain't sh*t, n***a
Just sh*t on a [?] and if they sh*t on my single
I'll be loadin' up the nana clip, ready to mingle
I take it personal and now west DJ is the first to go

Not all level
Just somethin'

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