TDE Dynasty

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & DJ Ill Will]

DJ Ill Will

Roll it, for your money (What the fuck's up?)

Good, let's get blowed (Your wifey's favorite DJ)

Back in this bitch, how many fucking mixtapes we put out now, nigga?

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

Kendrick, killing it

Herbert, pervert

Tape, never bring your bitch, well, serve her

Tell 'em hoes one thing, get the gerbert

My 87 Regal come with a chauffer

Pull up, hop out, let 'em have it, top skirts out

Lyrical homicide, they survive? No sir

K.Dot, won't you tell these niggas what it's all about?

Name top 3 MCs gotta be

MCs gotta be Rosa Parks

Throw you under the bus, not the backseat

Climbing the charts like chimpanzees, wanna jungle with me?

Better call us Jumanji

Get stuck in the palm tree

Your friend or your mother, your brother, your cousin, your auntie

Cocky, keep your mean mugs for coffee

Everything I kickflip, you gon' slip on an Olly, golly

You killing it, nigga, the autopsy performed by me, no paparazzi

Can't picture the flow, know I go to a king Ghost to copy, right

Like a trademark, cable, they sure, dykes

Pick 'em up like radar lights, camera, action, main attraction, Carson, Compton, clashing, like the, titans, nigga, you nice

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

Roll it, for your money

Good, let's get blowed

Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed

The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs

I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp)

I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player)

Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes)

Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters)

Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough)

Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later)

Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing)

Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

See, really, I eat you alive

Chew you and spit you back into the street where you die

I pick your body from out of the street then try

To put your body in back of the truck, each ride

Out to the canal, throw 'em on the side

Dead rappers get better sales, put 'em on the yacht

Titanic a nigga, ocean atlantic a nigga, Havana a nigga, by the Pacific cuz, no prize

Flame on, Del Amo cannibal

Aiming catapults, sweet, like cantelope, deep

In the vaginal with international women, I pass ports with passports, pass the torch

We pass blunts in high hotel resorts

With a great dick sucker that I eat through my shorts

K.Dot, that brother ball hard, do it twice like I stutter

No flaws on the mic like a die hard Bulls fan brother

No other be alike, never seen a damn twin in my life

In rentals, I'm go cut from a different cloth

Baby Ruth, I swing then we hit it off

Daisy Dukes is cute so she slid him off

I know you spit it like that but don't hit it raw

Penetrate with a club like Paton does

Man, we too visual, individual, yeah, what you are?

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

Roll it, for your money

Good, let's get blowed

Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed

The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs

I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp)

I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player)

Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes)

Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters)

Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough)

Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later)

Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing)

Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock]

See really I'm saying

Niggas can't fuck with us so they wanna fuck with us

See, it's like they wanna shake hands

Many do try, but many do fry

When the Crisco hit 'em like damn

It's up fo sho, fish fillet, I'm eating for days up against you, man

See really, I'm a beast

And really I could feast, nigga, my teeth to dinosaur crystals, sheesh, that's ease

That's some cold shit, no shit

I'm looking for the hand that I wrote with

Uh, but you never write?

Oh shit, you're right

Like me, like us, like we, like a

Never seen arthritis cover turtles, heavenly, we provided, it's eternal

Kids, it's about time for your curfew

We tuck em in like shirts in church pens, damn

Get 'em outta here

Really, we don't fear no one

Moving like the hemi pants go bad

Who that? Jay Rock, oh, let a nigga in, no

Let a nigga rip a nigga with my brain mast, go

Confident but I'm speaking, I'm lyrically peaking

Over niggas is reaching they climax

You see, my city back seeking revenge

For the West Coast, niggas of garden projects, Top Dawg, you already know, Soul

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

Roll it, for your money

Good, let's get blowed

Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed

The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs

I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp)

I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player)

Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes)

Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters)

Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough)

Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later)

Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing)

Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing)