I know one thing
Uh-uh, fuck that
Eight doobies to the face
Fuck that
12 bottles in the case
Nigga fuck that
Two pills in the head
White nigga fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When your age don't exist
Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again
Pick em up then I'll set him in cold water
Then I order someone to bring him fight good
Then hope they take the pain away from the feeling
That he feel today
You know when you're part of section 8
You feel like no one can relate
Cause you are, you are a loner
Marrow won't not in the office
Make you stronger, stronger
I'm in that house
You party trippin' off my generation
Sippin' coughs to her blackest water
Never no pancakes in the kitchen
Man, not one of our lives has caught up
In the ladies' super special night
Now it's time to make some money for you boys
Fuck this nigga
The president is black
She black
She purple label on her back
Fuck that dab
Miss life
Do she take it straight to the head
She look get me
She got a big dick
She say she's a dick
Hey, you're super super
Fuck that
Dwell bottles in the case
Fuck that
You usein' that out of where
Fuck that
Got a high tolerance
Boy, your age don't exist like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
No gotta live it, just give me some money
Give it, no gotta live it
Just give me some money
Give it, they always tell me
Give me, each day, give it
And then she started
The scoreboard found it
That's what I will say you did that
Last time, it was crazy
This is, you know, just the first show
Dallas again, they didn't raise the motherfuckin' stakes
10 times on the motherfuckin' record scale
And went through the moves
As soon as I walked out, the energy was there
So I had to give a few extra motherfuckin' minutes
And he really didn't make money worth it
That's what it's about at the end of the day, man
It's about, you know, being right there
With the people and letting them feel you
And that's exactly what they did
They felt me, I felt them
That's a TD, school more high-five type shit
You did that, so, shout out to my family, man
Next roll, Austin, Texas, tomorrow
Hey, is that A.D. for Steve?
I wrote this record while 30,000 feet in the air
That's what it's about at the end of the day
That's what it's about at the end of the day
That's what it's about at the end of the day, man
That's what it's about at the end of the day
Yo, what's going on?
I'm Kyle Gonzalez
I'm Kendrick Lamar
KDOT
And we just fucked Austin up this day, too
You know what I mean? I was hype man tonight
Kendrick Lamar came out there and showed us that shit
What'd you rap tonight?
Look out for the detox
Dr. Dre told me some shit about how we wanted me to
Spit some real shit so I can prove it to him
And I was just like, yeah, I got you
Just look out for the detox
I just went in the zone and I was just like, boom
Man, so I'm glad you wrote me on that fucking stage
To help you spit that shit like that from the scoreboard crowd
Man, I'm glad, I'm just glad somebody like you could do it
Man, thank you
Kyle Gonzalez
Kendrick Lamar KDOT
Score more
See ya
Here we go
That's exactly what this sound like
A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H
Give it up two times, they give it right back
Don't blow my eyes
Smoking eye, pulling up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got left in wood
In my wood, we call it bull
Everybody want a bow
I let brows at the mouth
If he up, watching foul
I can fuck with y'all
Pussy ass, hold me
I can fuck with y'all
Bitch, it's all up in my business
I can fuck with y'all
In the street, counterfeits
I can fuck with y'all
Look at my life, and look at yours
Get some ambition, why you more
Pussy ass, hold me
I pull it up
Keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got left in wood
In my wood, we call it bull
Everybody want a bow
I let brows at the mouth
If he up, watching foul
I can fuck with y'all
Day 3, 8th town, shut it, I'm up for it
Crazy, slim up
Bung bean
Scarface
Crazy's I'm up
Each time, you dig that
Score more TD
We're going to San Antonio tomorrow
So y'all stay tuned, it's just about to be crazy
Last show, we're trying to go out with the fame
Boom!
Man never shit bite their tongue
Unless you ain't pussy that smell
Like it's a cell plum
I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol
Aim in it at the pig
Charlotte's web is going to miss you
My issue is in televising
You ain't got to tell the wise
How to stay on beat because our life's an instrumental
This is physical and mental
I won't sugar coat it
You'll die from diabetes
If these other niggas wrote it
And everything on TV just a figment of imagination
I don't want a plastic nation
I'm going to San Antonio tomorrow
So I'm up for it
I'll be off the slave ship
Feeling pure to miss
Writing my own hieroglyphs
Just call it shit
High power
Thanks for watching!
