KENDRICK LAMAR - What The Deal lyrics

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[Intro]

Aha, yeah

You know what it is

It's the conference shit, nigga!

Get back! I tell you, I swear

If I gotta ride, then you's gonna die

OK, OK! Die niggas!

Listen, I hope niggas ain't really trying to break my bones,

Cause if you are, make sure you know what nickname you want for that tombstone!

Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones

Beak bad boys down like Jimmy did Sean Combs.

I'm hot as an oven, you just a precedent...

Not impressed, told you, should've stayed home

And pray that rooftop block you from getting shitted on

I gives a fuck if A&R's don't pick up the phone!

I swear it's no one like me, but if it is

Then I've got a long-lost twin, sort of made me a goon.

I don't care about friends, I was made to be on my own

I came in this world by myself, and I'm leaving alone

Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own

With a backyard the size of the fucking Georgia Dome, pop

You pop shit and I might pop your dome

Give your homies a reason to make a memory stone, uh

Knowing that planet time the only time he'll...

You'd better hold your breath, I'll give you a walk through death

And recommend a gun being your chaperon.

I know young niggas that look up to Al Capone

And they look 17, but I swear that they mind is grown, shit!

I'm so grown, and the reason I write this way

Pac and Big he goes right to my songs, huh

You can play the boss, but if you get shot from being on top

Then homie, that's your loss! Shit, I'm nice with it

I'll pop your man then leave some money on him

So he can pay for his funeral costs, get it?

These niggas tryna get money like Fort Knox

Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock

And you can play a baler, but deep inside you know you're just an actor

Yeah, something like Rick...!

You ain't a thug, homie, you just a fox

And I'm Mr. werewolf somewhere in the Boondocks

And I'm really from the street, so if I ask for beef,

Home boy, don't bring no pork chops!

I'll turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chop

With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like... socks

They say the flow is crack, so wherever I rap

Best believe you can call it a dope spot, bitch!

I swear I'm gonna ride, yeah, yeah

And he's gotta die, bitch

It's that Compton shit, niggas

OK, dots! Die niggas, design

Money by any means, nigga!