[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
God knows
I am reincarnated
I was stargazin’
Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie Deb]
Woke up lookin’ for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet
When I hear music, it makes me dance
You got the music, now is your chance
A yee nigga couldn’t try me in the tri-state
Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed ’til he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyratin’
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the f**k out my face
Look good, but shе don’t got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safе
Mando, let me know what the play
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
What the f**k?
I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin’, double back like a deluxe
Fifty deep, but it ain’t deep enough
f**k a plea, there he go, beat him up
Fallin’ from my money tree and it grow throughout the months
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it’s us
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the f**k out my face
Look good, but she don’t got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
My b**ch (My b**ch)
I’m finna go dumb (Finna go dumb)
Sideways (Sideways)
Bunk skunk (Bunk skunk)
Fever (Fever)
I’m on one (I’m on one)
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin’ it
Quid pro quo, what you want? ‘Cause I’m watchin’ it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin’ it
Brodie won’t go, but I know that he poppin’ it
It was woof tickets on sale ’til I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
b**ch with him and some b**ch in him, that’s a lot of b**ch
Don’t hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff
Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie ’bout to kill him off
Blaps on blaps, it’s a fact, this a brick of raw
Tell me why the f**k you niggas rap if it’s fictional?
Tell me why the f**k you niggas fed if you criminal?
“Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?” I’m like, “Nigga, nah”
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
It’s a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the f**k out my face
Look good, but she don’t got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up