Lamar, Kendrick - Hood Politics Lyrics






K dot, pick up the phone, nigga. Every time I call, it's going to voice mail.
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga.
No socks and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phone

[Hook:]
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
On the dead homies

I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
My lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
Fuck what they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga
Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
You wore no chain in this game your hood, your name in this game
Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them benjamin's go cuddle up
Skip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
Thats what the product smells like when the chemicals mix
50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you

[Hook]

Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick sucked
The little homies called, they said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summer
The streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
From Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all around
Ain’t nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’?
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
Make it they promise to fuck with you
No condom they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"

[Hook]

Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin’
Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
Y’all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
Don’t ask about no camera back at award shows
No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I’m the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
“K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box”
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"

I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in a hotel room
I didn't want to self-destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivors guilt
Going back and forth
Trying to convince my self the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting
A continuous war back in the city
I was entering a new one





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  1. L.... P....

    I love the beat in the first 30 seconds, I wish there was something like that on youtube

  2. M.... M....

    On the dead Homies

  3. K.... ....

    BOO BOO

  4. 3.... 2....

    Why does Kendrick sound like Gay Hip Hop here lmfao 😂😂😂

  5. M.... ....

    1:00 this bit was in D.N.A

  6. i.... Y....

    The Pharmacy had made me come back to this song back in 2017

  7. R.... S....

    (My Rap) can I think like that? Can we all just fade to black? Will I see heaven? What if I'm undone.

  8. N.... N....

    Can't believe this album is almost 5 years old. To Pimp a Butterfly GOATed Kendrick.

  9. s.... b....

    why does he sound like danny brown in this?

  10. K.... C....

    got me in my feelings smh this nigga is spittin

  11. S.... D....

    2:45 Obama Say What it Do

  12. d.... b....

    Why can Kendrick talk about race without a problem but if Logic does it everyone gets mad

    d.... b....

    LOGIC has a history of being corny AF and trying way too hard to be Black.

  13. G.... ....

    K D O T......

  14. S.... B....

    2:08 “Oh ya, Puto wanna squabble wit me varrio. Oh ya, tell em they can run it for the cardio.”

    S.... B....

    HOPPED OUT THE CADDY


    JUST GOT MY DICK SUCKED

  15. R.... C....

    Thundercat did his thang

  16. R.... C....

    This what detox sound like

  17. Y.... A....

    Everybody who disliked this track... BOO BOO

  18. C.... C....

    The first 30 seconds are the best

  19. G.... A....

    Banger right here

  20. R.... C....

    I see a ghost yesterday and he say Boo Boo

  21. T.... R....

    260 people got their priorities fucked up and put their energy in wrong shit.

  22. A.... P....

    His best work no doubt!

  23. C.... L....

    Boo boo è il Na Na americano
    (Per chi non capisse ascoltate KING QT di ernia)

  24. M.... T....

    275 dislikes then u boo boo

  25. M.... S....

    I always wonder if Kendrick did remember to call him on Shaniqua's phone

  26. h.... j....

    masterpiece

  27. B.... G....

    “My little homie, Stunna Deuce, ain’t never comin back” 😕

  28. �.... ....

    if chiitan walkin on yur block? BOO BOO

  29. A.... P....



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    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga)
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga (my nigga)
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga (my nigga)
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga (my nigga)
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Everybody wanna talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo-

    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth, trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

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  30. B.... T....

    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga)
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga (my nigga)
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga (my nigga)
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga (my nigga)
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Everybody wanna talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo-
    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth, trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  31. A.... A....

    i fw this hard 😳

  32. A.... R....

    That intro beat is funky af on the dead homies

  33. R.... 1....

    Is it just me or does he sound real similar to Nipsey Hussle on this one?

  34. J.... F....

    Obama apparently said “what it do”

  35. m.... ....

    please tell me theres a full version of the beginning song

    m.... ....

    ikr, I'm addicted to it, the rest grew on me later but it's amazing too.

  36. X.... 1....

    If you don't like this album you... BOO BOO

  37. C.... P....

    This is his opus. Grew up with my uncle bumping Tupac in the Carola. Smoking blunts, slinging. I remember how heavy that vibe was. I'm telling it, this track is all-around about as hard as it gets. Ultimately slappable, absolutely trackable. Dont hear absolutely anyone spit this many bars in such urgency, on what they find to be prevalent. I can hear his pain. I can hear his vision. Strong Kendrick just spinning the best known all around. Remember going to LA on vacation. The aggressive nature Kendrick uses to be vulnerable, to be honest and proud. I'll never know his life, but I find here that I can understand so much. Found the hip hop station and heard Swimming Pools. I'm telling it. Hardest track I've found. Brilliant!

  38. R.... S....

    Call me on Shaneka's phone

  39. n.... c....

    I can never tell which goes harder, blacker the berry or hood politics.

  40. J.... M....

    I thought the intro was a Taylor Swift song lmao

  41. L.... M....

    Am I the only one in the universe that thinks the intro of this song sounds just like "The Way" by Jill Scott?

  42. J.... F....

    OBAMA SAID WHAT IT DO: Prob one of the best beat breakdowns in hip hop history

    J.... F....

    2:45-3:00

  43. f.... s....

    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga)
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga (my nigga)
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga (my nigga)
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga (my nigga)
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Everybody wanna talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo-

    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth, trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  44. M.... M....

    LYRICS

    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga)
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga (my nigga)
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga (my nigga)
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga (my nigga)
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Everybody wanna talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo-
    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth, trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  45. V.... T....

    The beat at the beginning slaps!! I put it on the repeat

  46. C.... E....

    I can hear Lil Tecca on this.

    C.... E....

    What are you on homie ?

    C.... E....

    @sottoss The dude must be deaf

    C.... E....

    @Tuxedo Nerd Gaming for real man ! I can't see how anybody would like to hear a man who does trap music in this kind of beat and especially lil tecca

    C.... E....

    @Tuxedo Nerd Gaming I ain't deaf Lil tecca would ride the fuck out of this LMAOOOOOO

  47. N.... A....

    That “RIP RIDAZ” line got me shook af that’s a OG OG

  48. Z.... D....

    *BOO BOO*

  49. Z.... D....

    *boo boo*

  50. D.... ....

    thundercat tho

  51. E.... F....

    what happened to the Main Street Mafia vs Hoover video?

  52. P.... S....

    The deep shit is cool. But this the shit I fucks with. That gangsta shit.

  53. n.... r....

    Producer: Tae Beast
    Producer: Thundercat

  54. P.... S....

    ONLY L.A WILL GET THIS JOINT!!!😤😤😤

  55. l.... d....

    Tha marathon continues🔥

  56. B.... C....

    Luv this song!!!💯🔥 🔥 🔥

  57. B.... T....

    This song make me go so hard when Im at work.

  58. B.... R....

    underappreciated album and song

  59. E.... b....

    VIENI, VIENI A COLPIR LA NUCA A KING QT

  60. C.... P....

    this isn't catholic

  61. K.... J....

    That intro tho 🔥

  62. B.... b....

    Goddamn

  63. A.... ....

    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
    Our lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
    Fuck what they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now hear if them benjamin's go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    Thats what the product smells like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called, they said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summer
    The streets don't fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around
    Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y'all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don't ask about no camera back at award shows
    No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my foes
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
    I box 'em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"

    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo

    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth
    Trying to convince my self the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

    enjoy homie

  64. a.... ....

    just here for the intro

  65. W.... B....

    kendrick u make drake look like a ken doll on dole

  66. A.... S....

    Who came here after hearin this song in “DNA”

    A.... S....

    Yeah I just caught that

    A.... S....

    Where??

    A.... S....

    @Rob Cook the music video

    A.... S....

    You better go hard or go home my nigga

    A.... S....

    YOOOO I just realized that! I was trying to figure out what song that was when I first saw the video lmao. I never put two and two together and realized it was this.

  67. O.... K....

    2:46 Menacing

  68. O.... K....

    Shouldve made a music video 😔😔😔😔

  69. B.... D....

    That intro needs to be its own song

  70. K.... ....

    [Intro]
    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!


    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies


    [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you


    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies


    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"


    [Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
    Obama say, "What it do?"
    Obama say, "What it do?"
    Obama say, "What it do?"


    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies


    [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
    Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    “K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box”
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"


    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo-


    [Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth
    Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war
    Back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  71. B.... ....

    Still one of my top 5 favorite songs by kendrick.

  72. A.... ....

    Fuck a Demacrip and Rebloodican. It’s all about moving forward.

  73. Y.... I....

    For ppl who dont know, this is kendrick going back to compton as young k dot of some sort and well the hood is politics as usual

  74. J.... Q....

    It’s funny af that no one realizes that this was a response to everyone who dissed him over the control verse lol Kendrick slick.

  75. K.... ....

    élodie

  76. G.... G....

    Hood politics and Kendrick = Fire Squad and Cole

  77. H.... M....

    Knew Now Know How

  78. H.... H....

    K dot, pick up the phone, nigga.
    Every time I call, its going to voice mail.
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga.
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phone
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
    Our lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
    Fuck what they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now hear if them benjamin's go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    Thats what the product smells like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called, they said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summer
    The streets don't fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around
    Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y'all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don't ask about no camera back at award shows
    No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my foes
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
    I box 'em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth
    Trying to convince my self the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  79. G.... K....

    Intro]
    K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
    Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha
    Call me on Shaniqua's phone!

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
    My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
    Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you


    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called and said, "the enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer
    Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all around
    Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"


    [Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
    Obama say, "What it do?"
    Obama say, "What it do?"
    Obama say, "What it do?"

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies

    [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
    Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
    No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    “K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box”
    I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"

  80. D.... ....

    on the dead homies.

  81. S.... E....

    MAN IS A LYRICAL GENIUS

  82. S.... B....

    How did this album not get 2015 album of the year and yet Eminem got 2015 album of the year? 🤔

    S.... B....

    lol Eminem didn't drop an album in 2015

    S.... B....

    Joshua Stephens he did win a Grammy for rap album of the year

  83. D.... ....

    Been here since day one, doo doo,
    Fortnite been updating weekly, doo doo
    Whole squad wipe by a 9 year old, doo doo
    16 year old won 3 mil while I’m in college debt, doo doo

  84. C.... W....

    2:45 The way the vocals kick in and the beat drops is just straight fire

    C.... W....

    Cédrick Wigger best part tbh

  85. C.... ....

    Kendrick snapped on this shit to heavy 🔥💯

  86. A.... G....

    The ambient background instrumental reminds me a lot of something out of Earthbound...

  87. T.... o....

    Boo Boo

  88. D.... P....

    KENDRICK 2020

  89. A.... H....

    BOO BOO

  90. A.... S....

    The first 30 seconds are the best of the song

  91. D.... L....

    If u dislike tpab then u boo boo

  92. c.... g....

    Boo boo 👻

  93. G.... P....

    This is his best song by far. Underrated AF.

  94. G.... ....

    *_BOO BOO_*

  95. C.... I....

    Ive been A1 since day one y’all niggas boo boo ... on the dead homies. K.dot is my life. I swear. His music helped me go through some tuff times. Hope this nigga never quits. Keep it real Kendrick

  96. ..... �....

    K dot, pick up the phone, nigga.
    Every time I call, its going to voice mail.
    Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga.
    No socks and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phone
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
    Our lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
    So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
    Fuck what they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga
    Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
    You wore no chain in this game your hood, your name in this game
    Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
    Stickin' to the scripts, now hear if them benjamin's go cuddle up
    Skip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock
    It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this"
    Thats what the product smells like when the chemicals mix
    50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
    El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
    Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
    Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick sucked
    The little homies called, they said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
    Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
    Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
    Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
    Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
    The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
    Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summer
    The streets don't fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
    From Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around
    Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
    Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'?
    They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
    Make it they promise to fuck with you
    No condom they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
    Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
    Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
    We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce
    14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies
    On the dead homies
    Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
    Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black
    Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin'
    Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
    Y'all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
    Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
    Don't ask about no camera back at award shows
    No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my foes
    'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
    I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
    Had the Coast on standby
    "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
    I box 'em all in, by a landslide
    Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
    I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
    But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
    He said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
    I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
    I remember you was conflicted
    Misusing your influence
    Sometimes I did the same
    Abusing my power full of resentment
    Resentment that turned into a deep depression
    Found myself screaming in a hotel room
    I didn't want to self-destruct
    The evils of Lucy was all around me
    So I went running for answers
    Until I came home
    But that didn't stop survivors guilt
    Going back and forth
    Trying to convince my self the stripes I earned
    Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
    But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back in the city
    I was entering a new one

  97. C.... N....

    This song fire but that popping on the left pan is so distracting

  98. M.... ....

    The first beat was the best of my entire life then it got ruined