KENDRICK LAMAR - Poe Mans Dreams lyrics

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Chorus

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

I used to want to see the penitentiary

Way after elementary

Thought it was cool to look the judge

In the face while he sentenced me

Since my uncles was institutionalized

My intuition has said I was suited for family ties

My mama is stressing, my daddy tired

I need me a weapon, these niggas ride

Every minute, hour and second. Ministers tried

To save me. How I'm gonna listen

When I don't even hear God?

Heaven or Hell, Base it all on my instincts

My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink

You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga

The same nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya

I deal with ya like my son

Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin

In my eyes homie. Stand for something

Or fall for anything, and you working

With two left feet at the skating rink

But anyway, this for my niggas

Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures

I want you to know that I'm so determined

To blow, that you hear the music

I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row

You came home to a pocket full of stones

A Metro PC phone, then you went back in

So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in

My view. I'mma get it right, just so you:

Chorus

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

And I do this for the city

Got some Hennessey and my real

Niggas with me

Fuck the police, they gonna have

To come and get me

If it feel good to you

Holler if you hear me

You like to mistake a street nigga for a real nigga

That same nigga that kill with ya, will squeal with ya

I'd like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya

Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya

I’m 23 with morals and plans of living cordial

Not rich, but wealthy

There's nothing you can tell me

My killings are not remorseful

The city got my back before that, I give them my torso

You think about it, and don't call me lyrical

Cause really I'm just a nigga that's evil and spiritual

I know some rappers using big words

To make their similes curve

My simplest shit be more pivotal

I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals

Worry some individuals that live life critical

So won't you bare witness while I bare feet

So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me

But anyway, this for my pops

On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot

On 'Wanna Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves

But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved

Somebody said my name on the radio

He ain't know I was ready for

The world that minute

So the next time he roll up

And drop grams in it, he'll probably be

Out of work, laid back, while he

Chorus

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good

And I do this for the city

Got some Hennessey and my real

Niggas with me

Fuck the police, they gonna have

To come and get me

If it feel good to you

Holler if you hear me

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