Opps

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Fuck y'all want from me?

Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me

Y'all wanna die in the chase of things

We all gon' die and embrace the thing

Trapped inside a burnin' church

Made it out alive, God know my worth

Raw face, Scarface

Y'all face more defeat, I know it hurts

20 of 'em, 20 on call

Got 20 in my hand, got 20 on judge

Gave 20 to my dog, got 20 on girls

That'll fuck you to— (zoom zoom zoom)

That'll fuck you then fuck you over

Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover

Take the heart you thought you had

Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

–takes all (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

Hey hey, ready, set, go crazy

Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines

A life hit a nigga with a lemon's limelight

But at night, we still committin' crimes, spittin' rhymes

Bought a coupe with the spinnin' rims, get inside

Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide

Clean me up, beam me up to the other side

Brothers die, 'cause 'coons turn to butterflies

They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz

They don't wanna see me livin' on the end

Of the city in a citywide bend

Show no pity in the city full of sin

They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check

They just wanna see me swimmin' in the debt

Don't drown on ground, wait until you hear

9-1-1, freeze (zoom, zoom) dead

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

–takes all (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me)

[Verse 3: Yugen Blakrok]

I move like a millipede

When I flex them tendons like rubber trees

Young Millie Jackson back to the shit

Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory

Stack bodies, not figurines

Move beneath the surface, submarine

I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword

Look inside the brain, it's a riot in the psych ward

What you standing on the side for?

Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg

Spit slick, attack is subliminal

Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister

Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal

Gotham City Streets, I'll play the *****

Crushing any system, that belittles us

Antidote to every poison they administer

Switch it like time signatures

Colors in my aura tend to cover the perimeter

Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through

Hi-res lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom)

Wool over your eyes

My strength ain't nothing like my size

Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver

Tangle my cords like a weaver

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

–takes all (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

(You're dead to me)