For Free? (Interlude)

Kendrick Lamar

exibições 5.148

Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga
I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga you ain't shit
Walking around like you God's gift to earth, nigga you ain't shit
You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth
I need that brazilian, wavy, twenty eight inch, you playin'
I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway
I need a baller ass, boss ass nigga

You'se a off brand ass nigga, everybody know it
Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know
Fuck you nigga, don't call me no more
You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch
My other nigga is on, you off
What the fuck is really going on?

This dick ain't free
You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt
Like I never made end's meet
Eatin' your leftovers and raw meat
This dick ain't fre
Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary
Celery, tellin' me green is all I need
Evidently all I seen was spam and raw sardines
This dick ain't free, I mean, baby

You really think we could make a baby
Named mercedes without a mercedes benz
And twenty four inch rims, five percent
Tint, and air conditioning vents
Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free
I need forty acres and a mule
Not a forty ounce and a pitbull
Bullshit, matador, matador, had the door knockin'
Let 'em in, who's that?
Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free

Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper
Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious, kept me up watchin'
Pornos and poverty, apology? No
Watch you volunteer with people less fortunate, like myself
Every dog has it's day, now doggy style shall help
This dick ain't free
Matter fact it need interest, matter fact it's nine inches
Matter fact see our friendship based on business

Pension, more pension, you're pinchin', my consensus
Been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings
Fuck your sources, all distortion
If you fuck it's more abortion
More divorce courts and portion
My check with less endorsement left me dormant
Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with

Fuck you think is bullshit, porcelain
Pipes pressure, bust 'em twice
Choice is deaf, a state of decapitated the horseman
Oh america, you bad bitch, I the picked cotton
That made you rich
Now my dick ain't free

I'mma get my uncle sam to fuck you up
You ain't no king

Composição: K. Duckworth / R. McKinney / Terrace Martin · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Martin, Traduzida por Nataly
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