I Know

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Yeah, come on, she wanna roll, I know

Catch me in the cut with a cup of the juice

I’m chilling, believe this, I’m Jesus to women

They all want to jump in my coupe like a pigeon

Smokey on Friday, find me on the highway

Middle finger up, not giving a fuck

Like a nun who masturbates, congratulate

The [?] in my bathub

Take a shower in crystal

See, my style is a cast of

Goldie Mack, super fly, Bumpy Johnson

Holding my Johnson when you jump on my dick

Because haters always like to jump in the mix

Say they can dress but always throwing a fit

They must know I got cream when I’m pushing the whip

That’s whip cream, use your common sense when listening

I strike gold when I roll like a pirate

Soulo won’t you call T-Mobile and play the sidekick

I’m number one

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cause

And you ain’t gotta say my game is on point cause

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

You ain’t gotta say my game is on point cause

And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cause

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

My game on point like fingers in the courtroom

But I ain’t snitching, I’m just winning

I’m just twisting high with the flyest women

Lay ‘em down in my project building

They catch feelings like root canals

I boot ‘em out when they talk about lovey-dovey

Shut up and fuck me, low key with my broads

Make sure they never cross paths

Cuz if they ever do it’d be all bad

I play the role like Samuel L

Tell the hoes what they really wanna hear like

You my boo, you my baby, you my number one

Drop it off in the drop then tell another one

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cause

And you ain’t gotta say my game is on point cause

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

You ain’t gotta say my game is on point cause

And you ain’t gotta say my name is on point cause

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

Ab-Soul, what you gonna tell me, I ain’t trying to see the grave

I’m just trying to get fresh to death

I’m in the club with a mean two-step, like the sisters to Cinderella

The clock strikes midnight

I’m still in the spotlight like a lab rat, bad back spazzing out

Sip henny until I pass out, or mash out like a sack of potatoes

Looking for a good girl gone bad from Barbados

To bring to the pad

Not for the mouse, but to the house, calling a cab and I’m kicking ‘em out

Nah, I don’t run it like Chris Brown do

But I can make a tune you can sip Krystal to

My game on point cuz my aim is sharp, even when it’s dark

Travis Bark, famous star, rider

But don’t blame the car, I’m an eye’s desire

You would go blind sizing up my attire

And you ain’t gotta say your boy is that hot cuz I know I’m that hot

Like arguing with a narc with rocks in my socks

I walked in the door, she said “Who are you?”

I said SOOOUUUL