Intro (Kendrick Lamar Reference)

[Intro: Diddy]

Yeah, yeah, turn up the radio

Turn up that motherfuckin' radio

(Turn up the radio, turn up that motherfuckin' radio)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Overlooking the skyline, so many rules and guidelines divided by mind shine

I rewrote history five times, the Don-dada, the top shotta, the bad boy, you Sean John

Tabloids and media demons, everyone scheming

Close friends becoming foes that hate on my genius, get off my penis, bitch

My juice froze, been anemic, bitch, see you were sold back with flavor in your ear, what's thе remix, bitch?

Now we're approaching 2020, twеnty-twenty vision that's covered up by my hoodie, and I'm feeling like 20 again

The rap guys will oblige and pray to me, it's big business, it's fast cars, it's fast bitches

It's passports and war tours frequent I visit, it's tan shorts in Singapore, that's my religion

I dance more because happy feet just mean I'm the richest

Y'all niggas wouldn't survive in the nineties, y'all wouldn't come outside in the nineties

I'ma keep it 100, because everybody got a name and say we bought the same plane, and talk about "they run the game", but really, y'all run from it

What?

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]

Y'all niggas don't know shit, y'all got me fucked up

Check it out

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I was born in the city of the gritty called Harlem, it taught me how to bargain

It taught me how to walk it like I talk it, I was jogging way before my stardom

I had the corner market with the hustle like my father, my mama tried to slow me down and told me not to bother

I was caught up in the hype, and every night was postpartum

Mother Nature giving birth to me getting paper, a sixth grader, calling shots and pulling out favors

I wanted to be like the biggest drug dealer, the trendsetter, the go getter, the gorilla, I'm more realer than most niggas

I'm more iller to show niggas, more millions and more millions and more millions (Ahh)

I fuck around and buy a human being, American or European, nobody confidence can kill me

Motherfuck your self-esteem, I'ma fuck your self-esteem, I go buck for buck for every time you tuck your talent wing

And you know it's up, the get money crew, sound of New York

Timberland boots, ELO crap shoot for my sport, Money Making Mitch in real life, my real life

Something like a movie, you niggas was never built like Bad boy (Bad Boy, Bad Boy, Bad-)

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

(?) did, man

(?) kids sayin'

I got (?) shit (?)

(?), uhh (?), uhh, (?) think I forget it, what?

Fuck it, I'ma (?), go (?) with it

(?) with it, (?), get it

(?) nah, nah

Ay, you act like it, don't (?), don't even act like it

If you don't want it, don't even act like it, (?) that got me act like it

(?) they gon' react like it, (?)

Right before the (?)