Highway To Hell

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Reporting live from where reporters die Newscasters coming too early witnessing homocides Pearly gates forming in the sky as we wait for your suit and tie I tailor-made it for you then told Khalifa he loves you I'm really stuck on this bumpy ride Highway to hell 'less I flip through a demon's TV-guide An angel said he seen me fry Ducking bullets I promise I couldn't stop the work my niggas have put in Your brains is banana pudding I'm looking for trouble, looking for hustle I'm a grinder, choppas in the path finder I ain't no killa, I ain't no drug dealer I'm a real nigga with real emotions that stand behind a Brick wall, you knock it down then I'm forced to align ya With the stars of Venus and Jupiter You ain't ain't gangsta, you fooling us The government don't know what to do with us Internal affairs investigate while LAPD speculate Crooked cops on my bumper dumping 'til I'm first 48 I can smell a snake a mile away because they reek hate But any anaconda can die on a weekday Wikipedia speeding up my career like I've been here And I don't fuck with these fuck rappers cause they been weird Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick Grab a dictionary, my styles vary, my words flip Grab a cemetery and jump in it you jive turkey Watching me through goggles, I throw hollows at James Worthy Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild, I drive Fergies That's that white thing, let my nuts & Mic hang No one ever knows the drama that I might bring Chilling with the drama king, but this ain't Broadway, mane Armed forces, more fortune, alarm Porsches Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and Y'all snorin', we tourin' and bottle pourin' Model scorin', cheat the game with fair warnings [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics High status in traffic Bad energy, getting static Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi Man on the moon, feeling managed like (Drama king) fuck a planet Go'n with it, ashing ashes on critics Twenty racks then we split it up, feeling like a million bucks Bust hoes, run into sluts, keep it G, that shit a must Creeping in that Honda Civ', ain't mine, it ain't his Written down, spare the kids, back to the crib ya handle biz Lunchables and sandwiches, dude dog be mad as shit Visualize the shit I kick, never heard of witnesses Better make sure I'm innocent, 18 shots at 3 niggas 6 a piece, hell of a life, done for the night, throw up they Nikes ? precise, for the cheese they call us mice, no rats Everywhere is a trap, talking 'bout that white girl Feeling good to be black, ya whole hood I seize that Breaking down the (?), fuck all that feedback Gone by the morning, I landed soon as you yawning Feeling like I'm Conan, here to fuck up your whole program Who can fuck with us, no man, Hiiipower slow dance Kick a funky toe jam, gold rapper, that's trojan Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open Easily I be chosen, comparing me I'm like who them Back to back tracks, running laps With dictionary words on top of verbs to prove that they wack Pressing weight to the max Hurt your man like swinging ax, release it let 'em chat Man amongst boys but these toys aren't his racks Itunes that shittin stacks, shitting stacks while writing raps, rap! Looking humble, let them react Too many bars, not tit for tat, super hits like having bats Swinging for the fences, in the trenches making a difference Driven like a engine, directing me through my fucking mission [Verse 3: Jay Rock] West coast, east side, my stomping ground, come around Get your ass flatlined from niggas of that cracklines Welcome to this wildlife, steady living a wild life Trying to beat all competitors and predators, they proud knights Nightfall; lay low. Sunrise; so live Better watch your front-end, your back better have four eyes So high: satellite, smoking on that bomb, nigga Dynamite, you acting like a pussy, you no friend of mines Better yet, fuck friends, surrounded by my real niggas They cock back, they see caps, they peal quicker, real killers Real business, it's never personal, Jack, remember that Fuck up my money then I'mma fuck over your universe I'm shooting first, never last, gotta stay sharp like shattered glass In a fast lane with a bad dame, man, this bitch from Trinidad Fuck her hard, then send her home, it's time to start my routine In the streets, with the heat, you don't rhyme, you don't eat Pockets fat like obese, it's hard to be so lowkey Niggas acting like they know me, fuck around and be the police Trust no nigga nor a bitch Nigga, I'm so OG like 8 tracks and tape decks 25, but I'm straight fed Got a old soul, I'm so throwed, so raw with this rap thing Kay Slay, go tell 'em dawg, niggas know I'm crack, mane Kill 'em with my flow, everytime it's a deathblow You fuck rappers stay on your toe, we sharks in the water Get that ass ate up, straight up, the worlds ours Top Dawg ENT, HiiiPower We buy flowers then we send 'em to your studio Cause everytime we in that bitch, homie, it's a funeral I have to slow it down so you can hear me close Yeah, I'm nice with the bars Late night sliding pipe in your broad Her pussy tighter than them skinnies on the jerk dancers Send her back with no panties Jay motherfucking Rock