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silent hill (mixed) [artz basel miami mix] - kendrick lamar & kodak black lyrics

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[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
aha, i be immune to sh*t (aha)
tucking the broom and sh*t (aha)
they want to assume and sh*t (aha)
know you a choke, my ancestors close
i howl at the moon and sh*t (aha)
know the results, the ballot is in, man, i’m ’bout to boom again (aha)
you funny, dawg
peek*a*boo, can’t hide behind your money, dawg
a week or two, i meditate on runnin’ lost
swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
push these n*ggas off me like, “huh”
push these b*tches off me like, “huh”
push these n*ggas off me like, “huh”
pushin’ the snakes, i’m pushin’ thе fakes
i’m pushin’ ’em all off me likе, “huh”
pushin’ ’em all off me like, “huh,” yeah

[post*chorus: kendrick lamar]
head up, chest out
silence, i’m stressed out
shh, be quiet, i’m stressed out
stressed out, stressed out, stressed—
[bridge: kendrick lamar]
pick my daughter up, she need all the love
i need all the love, i mean all of us
it’s like six o’clock, b*tch, you talk too much
you makin’ it awkward, love
i mean, it’s hard enough, i mean, it’s—

[verse 2: kodak black]
they don’t f*ck with me even if they could
pull out the stick, hit a b*tch with the wood
first to park rolls*royce, ‘vert in the hood
don’t worry about us, over here we good
the ap roman numeral, everywhere i go, i need pharmaceuticals
i ran my whole conglomerate, i was just mappin’ sh*t out in the cubicle
suicide coupe was a funeral, trackhawk launch like a slingshot
big ol’ ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that b*tch look like a ring pop
money on my mind, money on your head
can’t ride three times while you comin’ through the ‘jects
red cross kept a n*gga fed
in the studio with k. dot fresh out the feds
yeah, you n*ggas can’t stand the rain, you n*ggas don’t stand a chance
yeah, chevrolet candy paint, i spin the bend in the benz
i caught a bale off a google app
i’m the type to get my shooter whacked
i had to survive off a tuna pack
five percent tint on the whip like, “who was that?”
coupe take off like it’s mad
beat the dope with a fork, i’m whippin’ up sudafed, i’m doin’ scams in the lab
every thursday, girl’s day, spendin’ time with my daughter, make me go harder
every sunday’s son’s day, teach my boy to be a man, i ain’t had no father
fell in the love with the block, i ain’t have no pop, just a sawed*off shotgun, mossberg
we stackin’ that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
audemars water, aqua, beatin’ the block up ’til we spot ’em
i don’t want your ice, boy, i want your life, but f*ck it, i still might rob ’em

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