Kendrick Lamar The Best Rapper Alive song lyrics

Runnin' them ghetto streets, I ain't cookin' up nothin'

But I got that tea kettle on side of me, that metal on side me

I dare you to follow me, im double darin you to follow me where the drama be

His mamma in debt, so she can't pay the funeral fee

So wherever them candle at thats where the funeral be

Kids dont get sleep, guns keep em' up real late

Walk in the school shells layin on the concrete

Take em to school show and tell for that final grade

She gave him a F, I say that young boy deserve A

Cuz she never slept where he slept, or seen ricochet bullets rip

Through his cousins face rippin his face off

I aim the 5th straight, concentrate like im playin golf

Im tiger woods wit a gun in my car, I keep 1 in my car

And keep a bitch with implants, so she keep 1 in her bra, boom

Shit, make room for the lil basterd

The flyest nigga u seen on centenial campus

The 8 ball tucked in my jeans, while im gettin patted down

They didn't know I had it on me stupid security

Noone securin you, if im gone touch you

If I dont like you then my spur pump left

I take that back it prolly just wanna go and fuck you

Go wit you then dump you inside the coneal confortable

Defendin my belt dependin' on nobody but myself

Unless you talkin bout money I need yo help

I need some help they say that my screws is loose

Like handlebars on mongoose, this is true

Ya tough rappas im talkin to you

He ain't on no used to shit, but you see his face grew

He say that he fabulouse but really dont have a clue

That he just a puppy livin in this zoo

Shit, whoo, with that said you should know I am the truth

The truth hurts you should feel pain when im done with this

Done, sike I ain't finished

Ever since the first grade been bad wit the run up sentence

I never sat the benches in the game of life

I played the whole 48 minutes, christ

I rap with precision and lyrics is grandma nice

Im cookin up somethin you want you a slice? then get it

Im holdin my stomach im shittin' im fartin'

On any rappa thinkin im in his vision are you retarded

The CL got my head spinnin okward

Bought it last month bout to put it up for auction

Im not rappin im talkin powerfull

And for dat dirty money boy the mac'll shower you

The mac desenegrate and then devour you

The mag forget you regurgitate and sour you

I world trade you niggas north and south tower you

Steroid my authority overpower you, the industry ain't affordin me

The might as well just give me my money and start ignoring me

Cuz yal niggas borin me, yal ain't makin dollas plus no cents

I swear yal niggas foreign to me foreignas

I tell ya what go and tell it to the corenor

Killin' em whenever my preformance come

When I do it it won't be nothin right after im done

When I ruin niggas careers put you niggas in tears

Get ya palm palms ya better off cheer for me

Shit the new money is here for me