Yard Act

But this time around, I be looking are my tool

Wiping it down, [?] every other commercial now

Hold my mom, it's nothing to hurt you

Two straps on my side, I'm looking like [?], blaw

Did I do that, yes I did

I told you the truth, cause no witnesses, I'm the truth

Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war

Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious

Shots keep coming like I got three arms

Two trigger fingers over one bomb, let it breathe

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]

Hm, I'm surprise

Ya'll not here yet

Plans must have change

But I'm still here

I even let the backdoor open

Come on now

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Kill 'em, kill 'em, send 'em to the morgue

Let 'em fill him with a brimming fluid

We ain't sorry for nothing

We ain't tryna play hardcore nothing

But you overdid it when you push the button

So we caught the USSR, push the button on it

Let it blew up a few cars

You really don't want it [?] and your homie don't want it neither

Shoe string, choke 'em up, let 'em get no breather

No pressure, black and white, the skies

Looking like uncle Fester, poppin' up on you guys

The .22 fit right between my bitch thighs

If you blink once, it be pointing right between your eyes

You better off tryna plan your own suicide

Cause it's nothing, but torture if you want you to die

The 745 got weed in it, riding with the .45, times two the speed limit

I pop eyes for a [?] that spinach

Cut 'em down to the white meat, have 'em no skinnin'

I'm not finish until my niggas ate too

So any given time they can grace you

What you want? Casket, await due

My pain in a box is quite more you

So they can see the damage done at the wake view

Hide 'em hollow tips, hopscotch on the face you breathe

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]

So ya'll still ain't here

So I guess there's a first time for everything if ya'll don't come

But I'm still here

In fact I'm still waiting for someone else

Punch

[Verse 3: Punch]

Yeah, I got the range of a [?]

From nine hundred yards by the grass I been walkin'

See, so don't think I don't see you dudes creepin'

Reaching for my spot, then spot a niggas breathin'

A grown man, ya'll cats barely [?]

Lil dudes tryna catch me like they wide receiving

Stop it, [?], custom drop it

That's one point two, minus the roof, don't stop rams

I'm in the cockpit, windows up, black tint

I'm not from 'round here, it's like I breathe with an accent

Whether you has been, future or present

I remove you from your flesh, teach you dudes a lesson

'Cuse the digression, abuse studio sessions

I'ma fool on the [?], the dude, no question

Uncomfortable homie, barefoot in the booth

Stop and breathe for a second, inhale the truth

Breathe niggas

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm restless know

Ya'll took to long

Maybe next time

Or maybe even I come to you

Hm, but for know

I'ma just get my

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