One Run

[Intro: Skeme]

Rest in peace, Dolla

[Verse 1: Skeme & DUBB]

Yeah, (Uh) still hustle for a dinner plate (No)

You ain't know how to be hard then lemme demonstrate (Ah) (Woo)

Pardon me while I ventilate (Hey)

It's money in the floor, but it's more money in the safe (Yeah)

I got it on me, homie—nah, I ain't finna play (Nah)

Shots fly while my brother played get-away (No)

I'm still talkin' 'bout guns and bitches

Like that ain't the reason that I done lost half of my niggas (Yeah)

Uh, I'm doin' my due diligence (Ah)

Tryna see millions, (Ah) I perform billions (Ah)

Dick, and resilient; (Ah) women screamin', schemin'

Say they love my music—oh, they never seen me on the TV, huh? (Aha)

Inglewood, what it's lookin' like? (Ah)

My nigga gone—made me take a different look at life (Yeah)

Yeah, feet planted on the curb

Screamin', "Fuck a bitch nigga!" Both hands punk a bird (Fuck 'em)

Lookin' like Pac, (Ah) tryna be sutn similar (Yeah)

Cut they hands off if them niggas ain't feelin' 'em (Ah)

Execution flow—every bar, bitch, I'm killin' 'em (Uh)

Fans, I be stealin' 'em; ain't nobody real as him (No)

Whether owe a third or you dog or you crew (What up?)

If you hustlin' by nature then this song's for you (What up?)

I don't give a fuck what they say is wrong to do

All of my motherfuckin' future don't belong to you (Yeah)

Fuck is wrong witchu? Do you know me, boy? (No)

Fuck the car—bitch, I keep a pistol on me, boy (Aha)

I'm the fuckin' main target, (Hey) no decoy

Ride out 'til I'm gone; I will not deploy (Aha)

Inglewood D-boy; (Yeah) you nothin' like me, boy (Nah)

Trap (Nah) to the rat, (Nah) hustlers (Nah) turned B-boy (Aha)

Uh, I say you nothin' like me, boy (Yeah)

Trap to the rat, (It's DUBB) hustlers turned B-boy (Go)

[Verse 2: DUBB & Skeme]

South Central nigga grew up wit' no chips (Uh)

Now, I got money out the ass—no shit (Ha)

Link DUBB or Skeme, hit the studio to get it (It's DUBB)

Oh, they say he the biggest thing in Inglewood since before me? (Yeah)

I'm the king of my city, you a pawn

Bad bitches throw they thongs (Uh) off the songs I perform (Uh)

Look, my buzz lightyears ahead of ya

So I'ma run this shit to infinity and beyond—gone!

I'm outta this world, on my own planet (Yeah)

Quarterback gun, throwin' bullets like Peyton Manning

'Nother call it Eli—now, they hate to see why (What else?)

Got my own pilot, 'cause a nigga be fly

I don't need a chauffeur—I'm always in the air

Life's a bitch, but I don't care, so I'm goin' in the bear

Never step foot into a prison, but it convict (Yeah)

Yeah, that's yo' girl, but that girl be on my dick

That ho was a car then that ho'd have mileage (Haha)

Money over bitches over her where money piles is (Yeah)

In the spot where the bricks is and the pounds is

I'm a dog tryn' stay away from the pound, bitch

[?] finest; 2010 Dogg Pound, bitch (Uh)

Kill the mainstream, I done killed the underground shit (Already)

Mixtape after mixtape—shit, wait

Labels passed me by—that was a mistake

Put it all on the line, give my all all the time (Uh)

Went from sittin' on the pine—now, I'm on the snortin'-line: up

Wack rappers, know ya time's up (Bad)

Lil' dude, but they can't seem to size up (Nah)

I'm a giant, (What?) rap Kobe Bryant (Yeah)

Punchline flow—it weren't rap, I'd start a riot (Uh)

Yeah, now, I'm onto the next shit

I done went in—now, it's time for me to exit (Go)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Dikembe or Tetris

We on ya block, nigga—call the cops

Or preparate for ya death wish

This ain't a genie—this is premitated murder wit' a burner and a beam

Black hoodie on like I'm Omarion

Remember B2K?

Open up the trunk, I bet it be two Ks—that's light work

That's caretakers and respirators at Kaiser

Oh, I forgot I 'pposed to keep the peace

But most of y'all keep showin' me mark of the beast

Aimin' for my halo, tryna peel it off

I'm peelin' backwards; pop a shot then kiss the cross

Hail Mary two times, [?], tabernacle

Lay 'em down sweet—peach cobbler, caramel apple

You ain't on beat, fallin' off—let me catch you

Then take you back to the cliff and let the edge have you

Shit, I'm on some other shit

I know they got a covenant to make me fall—a legend

Y'all'll get killed by the government; burner copy

They pay me a dub just for dubbin' it; chuck the deuce and start Dougie-in'

Holla! Watch me pop my collar like Fonzworth

Sink my teeth in the neck of Rottweilers

Pitbull, I drool—they call me Mad Dog

Stomach full off weed brownies and Mad Dawg

Who a hipster? I grew up 'round Pirus and Cripsters

Genocide stigma

So much hate, we couldn't even criticize Hitler

Visualize angry guys lightin' up the block until that motherfucker Christmas

Fuck a mistletoe

We lettin' off the missles, yo—better pay attention

Yeah, see, it's all copastetic

I'm good in my city—get you killed on credit

My name hold leverage, a long-term affair

I'ma always be here; you can stay bald-headed

Amber Rose's white powder under ya noses

Guppies and goldfish, the shark is patrollin'

Just think of us bowlin', and stay in ya lane

And when you try to keep it gutter, I'ma keep it the same

You dig me? Me and Skeme schemin' on you bitches

How y'all the shit when y'all ain't even got a pot to piss in?

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]

Hahaha!

Kendrick Lamar

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