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Kendrick Lamar - Wacced In Murals Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, Uh
For the record
I used to do a lotta humpin' when I was little
Got a lotta womans over that shit too
And that's random
But so what?
Hahaha

[Verse]
Gimme that beat, fool, this a four time jack
No really, this a Sounwave track
So really I ain't gotta steal nothing
All I gotta do is kill it
When you press record button, let the padlock feel it
I came back with a full time swag
The critics thought they had me
Nah
I just bought more batteries
Turned up supercharged
A medium away from livin' large
Matter of fact, where my niggas at?
Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?
Enemies bleed on a maxi pad
Pussy, you fucked with the wrong one
I'm on one
I'll make sure your kids breathe pneumonia
Good kid, mad city, evil in my heart
From the blood niggas fuckin' with me
Crip niggas tryna kill me
Malcolm X mindstate
If I raise the crime rate
It's a legitimate reason why
I put on repeat Kanye's 'Touch The Sky'
But I'm lookin' past that, I'm tryna touch God
My heart to the heavens
The rebel on the reverend
Y'all married to the game, but I'm boutta crush weddin's
I put a lotta pain in the shit I write
If you goin' through something, this the shit you recite
This is bigger than life, this is Kendrick Lamar
This is Jimmy Hitch [?]
I mean war
Like that, yeah, straight like that
[Chorus]
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me (One time)
You never know when I'm gone, uh, uh (Two time, ay)

[Verse]
Uh
[?]
I shoot jump shots in the mall, nigga
That's a [?] from Ab-Soul, I suppose
Since your laughs was the ultimate goal
On behalf of the Top Dawg conglomerate
Shall stay anonymous
Certain southern continents accomplishin' big shit
Big ass big tits, she owe me
And just to get to me, she'll fuck the homies, homies' homies
The life of a gold digger
My nigga Tony said "Yes, do you, nigga"
She'll approve, nigga
And they gon' play you for a fool, that's for sure
Till they know you got the stankiest stool, nigga (Shii)
I ain't trippin', I'm just tippin' on four fours
Tippin' on four hoes
That boy got a cold cold
These sick cons, [?] cons
Drop red jews like it's [?] bar-mitzvahs
Ooo, straight like that
[Chorus]
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me (One time)
You never know when I'm gone, uh, uh, uh (Two time)

[Verse]
Aw
Why ya'll complainin' bout OGs
I don't look at a legend and say "You owe me"
Not Snoop, not Dre, not Ice Cube
I don't care man, [?] went to the same school
I look at the mirror and do it myself
Like a self-made nigga, I don't need a main nigga
Do I need a co-sign from Drake or Jigga?
They could make me much bigger
But do I need 'em though?
I just need a flow
The typa shit to make you think you seen Pac' ghost
Me against the world, all you motherfuckers
I got my back against the wall
And the .45 draw, get smoked, quick tuck
Aw
Tryna recall my steelo
Even when I'm not there, just like [?]
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And we move slow right now with [?]
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
I look up to [?]
To put ya'll on timeout
It's time to unveil the real
Your careers about as frail as [?] White House
Just salute, brother, fluke, and pull the wine out
Ooo, just like that
[Chorus]
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me (One time)
You never know when I'm gone, uh, uh (Two time)