[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]I cut my hair and bump my head and fell on topAnd run on sins, and front on friendsIf we don't win then pay your Tithes and mend your fenceAnd we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rimsAnd LA hoes, if that ain't wrong, if I ain't goneI ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't themNo more ends and no more trendsAnd photo tint and photo lens, notice thisPour this shit, bonafide, woe is meBowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuckOther side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggasHill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to sideSo give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a niggaTwisted with 'em, this the ismsSee your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specificBig ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shitAnd your, if it isn't, this cost some titties and scar your faceThe wrong of wrongs has caught a caseOther niggas they Mobb like Carter say from far awayAll my niggas like "Calm down"Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen peopleCatch that vibe at night, and Bobby WhitneyGet too tired to write and died in prisonFelt like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]How many souls do you touch a day?How many hoes do you fuck a day?How many flows do your thought convey?How many know you can't walk away?Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around meMight heal everybody around me, how the wind blowOpen your window, let the debris in, never let me inI kick back with kick do'Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real?Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonymsCrazy, my other show went to my mom 'n' 'emMy daddy said a Mercedes had haunted himBut now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgunWith a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gunI bring your weekend to an ending and pop oneI'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not oneAnd I believe in Kool-Aid and God's sonDo you believe that Black man is our sun?I made enough residuals to hide someI gave enough, my niggas know I divide someI told Zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty-fiveBeen like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nineAny nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liarPardon me, see my alter ego was GeminiHim and I been around ever since Reagan was criticizedMight stay in the Trump Tower for one weekSpray paint all the walls and smoke weedFuck them and fuck y'all and fuck meI proceed my last check in proceedsTo all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the booksTo fix the blocks we on to right my wrongsThe word, to give the life we live as I get...

[Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad]Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget meLove me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me like your siblingWeed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchenGrew with Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chickenBeat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my faceNow when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' sayZay, say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterdayThoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheapBut now let's talk 'bout me, me, meLately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wantedWhen I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beepFaithful as your EBT, closer than you momma kinAnger when you rang about my dog but I'm gon' call againFreak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me outNiggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD nowDon't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me poundPlease be down, I been more than late...

[Outro: Dave Free]Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man...A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh...he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh...said, "Dang, boy, why...Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He...he...he talkin' 'bout you?"