Momma

Original

Oh shit!

-I need that. -So it seems.

I need that sloppy.

-That sloppy. -Yo, yo, yo.

Like a Chevy in quicksand.

Yeah.

That sloppy.

-So it seems. -This feeling is unmatched.

This feeling is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap. Black Pendleton, ball cap. West,

West, West. We don't share the same synonym, far back. West, West, West.

Been in it before internet had new acts.

Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack.

My innocence limited, the experience lacked.

Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked the mind of illiterate writer, but I did it in fact.

You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic.

Remember scribbling, scratching, diligent sentences backwards.

Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction.

Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest.

Gambling, Benjamin, benefit, sending in traffic.

Spinning women in cartwheels, linen fabric, old fashion.

Winning in every decision, Kendrick is master that mastered it. Isn't it lovely how menaces turn attraction?

Pivoting rappers finish a fraction while writing blue magic.

Thank God for rap. I would say it got me a plaque, but what's better than that?

The fact it brought me back home.

We've been waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you.

I know everything. I know everything. Know myself, I know morality.

Spirituality, good and bad health, I know fatality might haunt you. I know everything. I know

Compton, I know street shit, I know shit that's conscious. 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 bullshit, is it meant for me? I know everything.

I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money.

I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's unri-. I know everything.

The highs, the lows, the groupies, the 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.

I know you know that line's for Compton school district.

Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it's distributed. I know how people work.

I know the price of life, I'm knowing how much it's worth.

I know what I know, and I know it well enough to ever forget, until I realize I didn't know shit the day I came home.

We've been waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you.

I met a little boy that resembled my features.

Nappy afro, gaping smile, hand-me-down sneakers, bounce through the crowd.

Running number on men and women that crossed him.

Sun beaming on his Beenie Babies exhausted.

Tossing footballs with his ashy black ankles.

Breaking new laws mama passed on home training.

He looked at me and said, "Kendrick, you do know my language.

You just forgot because of what public schools have painted. Oh, I forgot, don't kill my vibe.

That's right, you're famous.

I used to watch you on Channel 5, TV was taken.

But never mind, you're here right now, don't you mistake it.

It's just a new trip.

Take a glimpse of your family ancestor, make a new list of everything you thought was progress and that was bullshit.

I know your life is full of turmoil, spoiled by fantasies of who you are. I feel bad for you.

I can attempt to enlighten you without frightening you.

If you resist, I back off quick, go catch a flight or two. But if you pick destiny over rest in peace, then be an advocate.

Tell your homies especially to come back home. "

This is a world premiere.

This is a world premiere.

-This is a world premiere. -I've been looking for you my whole life.

An appetite for the feeling I can barely describe. Where you reside?

Is it in a woman? Is it in money or mankind? Tell me something, got me losing my mind.

You make -me wanna jump, jump, jump. -Let's talk about it.

-Jump, jump, jump. -Let's talk about it.

-Jump, jump, jump. -Let's talk about it.

-Jump, jump, jump. -Let's talk about it.

I've been looking for you my whole life.

An appetite for the feeling I can barely describe. Where you reside? Is it in a woman? Is it in money or mankind?

Tell me something, think I'm losing my mind. I, I say, "Where you at?

" From the front to the back. I'm looking for you, I react only when you react.

I, I thought I found you back in the gang too. When I was seventeen with the thirtieth best shoe.

Maybe you in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real.

Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel. Maybe you're paranoid, ha. Maybe I don't reach you anyway. Don't lie to me,

I'm suicidal when you leave. I can be your haven, yeah.

I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is