Momma

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[Intro] Oh shit! Oh, I need that. I need that sloppy. That sloppy. Like a Chevy in quicksand. Yeah. That sloppy [Verse 1] This feelin' is unmatched This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap Black Pendleton ball cap (West, west, west) We don't share the same synonym, fall back (West, west, west) Been in it before internet had new acts Mimicking radio's nemesis may be wack My innocence limited the experience lacked Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic Remember scribblin' scratchin' dilligent sentences backwards Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion Winnin' in every decision Kendrick is master that mastered it Isn't it lovely how menaces turned attraction? Pivotin' rappers, finish your 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 [Hook] We been waitin' for you Waitin' for you Waitin' for you Waitin' for you [Verse 2] 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 isn't meant for me I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and money I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's ornery I know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and 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 lines for Compton School District Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it was distributed I know how people work I know the price of life, I'm knowin' how much it's worth I know what I know and I know it well Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't know shit The day I came home [Hook] [Verse 3] I met a little boy that resembled my features Nappy afro, gap in his smile Hand me down sneakers bounced through the crowd Run a number on man and woman that crossed him Sun beamin' on his beady beads exhausted Tossin' footballs with his ashy black ankles Breakin' new laws, mama passed on home trainin' He looked at me and said, "Kendrick you do know my language You just forgot because of what public schools had painted Oh, I forgot, don't kill my vibe, that's right, you're famous I used to watch 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 at your family's ancestor Make a new list, of everything you thought was progress And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil You spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you If you resist, I'll back off, quick go catch a flight or two But if you pick destiny over rest in peace Than be an advocate, tell your homies especially To come back home" [Interlude] This is a world premiere This is a world premiere This is a world premiere [Verse 4] I been lookin' 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, AH! You make me wanna jump (Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Let's talk about love (Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Let's talk about love I been lookin' 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, AH! I say where you at, from the front to the back I'm lookin' for you I react, only when you react Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto When I was seventeen with the .38 special Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway Don't lie to me I'm suicidal anyway I can be your advocate I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is