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• 1 media/Front.jpg 2017-06-10T12:57:00-07:00 Momma 3 plain 2017-06-26T16:49:20-07:00 Oh shit!
  Oh, I need that
  I need that sloppy
  That sloppy
  Like a Chevy in quicksand
  That sloppy
  
  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, sittin' in traffic
  Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
  Winnin' in every decision
  Kendrick is master and mastered it
  Isn't it lovely how menace has 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
  
  I know everything, I 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 from 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 know 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]
  
  I met a little boy that resembled my features
  Nappy afro, gap in his smile
  Hand me down sneakers bounced through the crowd
  Runnin' home and the 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 takin'
  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 go catch a flight or two
  But if you pick, destiny over rest in peace
  Than be an advocate go tell your homies especially
  To come back home
  
  This is a world premiere
  This is a world premiere
  This is a world premiere
  
  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