euphoria - kendrick lamar lyrics
[part i]
[intro]
eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyreve
euphoria
[verse]
them super powers gettin’ neutralized, i can only watch in silence
the famous actor we once knew is lookin’ paranoid and now is spiralin’
you’re movin’ just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin’ distasteful
i calculate you’re not as calculated, i can even predict your angle
fabricatin’ stories on the family front ’cause you heard mr. morale
a pathetic master manipulator, i can smell the tales on you now
you’rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
tommy hilfiger stood out, but fubu never had been your collection
i make music that electrify ’em, you make music that pacify ’em
i can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that’s random acts of kindness
know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
but don’t tell no lie about me and i won’t tell truths ’bout you
[part ii]
[intro]
shoo, shoo, shoo
shoo, shoo, shoo
bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
[verse 1]
yeah, i’m out the way, yeah, i’m low, okay
yeah, the island right here’s remote, okay
i ain’t thinkin’ about no reaper, n*gga, i’m reapin’ what i sow, okay
got a benjamin and a jackson all in my house like i’m joe, okay
h*llcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
everybody wanna be demon ’til they get chipped by a throwaway
and i might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
have you ever played have*you*ever? okay, n*gga, let’s play
have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
have you ever paid five hundred thou’ like to an open case?
well, i have, and i failed at both, but i came out straight
i hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
then hop online like “pray for my city,” he fakin’ for likes and digital hugs
his daddy a k!ller, he wanna be junior, they must’ve forgot the sh*t that they done
dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
i’ll park his son
the very first time i shot me a drac’, the homie had told me to aim it this way
i didn’t point down enough, today, i’ll show you i learned from those mistakes
somebody had told me that you got a ring, on god, i’m ready to double the wage
i’d rather do that than let a canadian n*gga make pac turn in his grave
cutthroat business, you got sh*t twisted
what is it? the braids?
i hurt your feelings? you don’t wanna work with me no more? okay
it’s three goats left, and i seen two of them kissin’ and huggin’ on stage
i love ’em to death, and in eight bars, i’ll explain that phrase, huh
it’s nothin’ n0body can tell me, huh
i don’t wanna talk on no celly, huh
you know i got language barriers, huh
it’s no accent you can sell me, huh
yeah, cole and aubrey know i’m a selfish n*gga, the crown is heavy, huh
i pray they my real friends, if not, i’m ynw melly
i don’t like you poppin’ sh*t at pharrell, for him, i inherit the beef
yeah, f*ck all that pushin’ p, let me see you push a t
you better off spinnin’ again on him, you think about pushin’ me
he’s terrence th*rnton, i’m terence crawford, yeah, i’m whoopin’ feet
we ain’t gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
i know some sh*t about n*ggas that make gunna wunna look like a saint
this ain’t been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
it’s always been about love and hate, now let me say i’m the biggest hater
i hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, i hate the way that you dress
i hate the way that you sneak diss, if i catch flight, it’s gon’ be direct
we hate the b*tches you f*ck ’cause they confuse themself with real women
and notice, i said “we,” it’s not just me, i’m what the culture feelin’
how many more fairytale stories ’bout your life ’til we had enough?
how many more black features ’til you finally feel that you’re black enough?
i like drake with the melodies, i don’t like drake when he act tough
you gon’ make a n*gga bring back puff, let me see if chubbs really crash somethin’
yeah, my first one like my last one, it’s a classic, you don’t have one
let your core audience stomach that, then tell ’em where you get your abs from
v12, it’s a fast one, baow*baow*baow, last one
headshot for the year, you better walk around like daft punk
[verse 2]
remember?
ayy, top dawg, who the f*ck they think they playin’ with?
extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, b*tch
i’m allergic to the lame sh*t, only you like bein’ famous
yachty can’t give you no swag neither, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout who you hang with
i hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, i hate the way that you dress
surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some sh*t to address
i even hate when you say the word “n*gga,” but that’s just me, i guess
some sh*t just cringeworthy, it ain’t even gotta be deep, i guess
still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
keep makin’ me dance, wavin’ my hand, and it won’t be no threat
i’m knowin’ they call you the boy, but where is a man? ’cause i ain’t seen him yet
matter fact, i ain’t even bleed him yet, can i bleed him? (bet)
when i see you stand by s*xyy red, i believe you see two bad b*tches
i believe you don’t like women, it’s real competition, you might pop ass with ’em
let’s speak on percentage, show me your splits, i’ll make sure i double back with ya
you were signed to a n*gga that’s signed to a n*gga that said he was signed to that n*gga
try cease and desist on the “like that” record?
ho, what? you ain’t like that record?
“back to back,” i like that record
i’ma get back to that, for the record
why would i call around tryna get dirt on n*ggas? y’all think all my life is rap?
that’s ho sh*t, i got a son to raise, but i can see you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
wakin’ him up, know nothin’ ’bout that
then tell him to pray, know nothin’ ’bout that
then givin’ him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin’ ’bout that
teachin’ him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
speakin’ the truth and consider what god’s considerin’, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
ain’t twenty*v*one, it’s one*v*twenty if i gotta smack n*ggas that write with you
yeah, bring ’em out too, i’ll clean ’em out too, tell beam that he better stay right with you
am i battlin’ ghost or ai?
n*gga feelin’ like joel osteen
funny, he was in a film called a.i.
and my sixth sense tellin’ me to off him
i’ma bl!ck n*ggas all in they coffin
yeah, ov*ho n*ggas is d*ck riders
tell ’em run to america, they imitate heritage, they can’t imitate this violence
what i learned is n*ggas don’t like the west coast, and i’m fine with it, i’ll push the line with it
pick a n*gga off one at a time with it
we can be on a three*hour time difference
don’t speak on the family, crodie
it can get deep in the family, crodie
talk about me and my family, crodie?
someone gon’ bleed in your family, crodie
i be at new ho king eatin’ fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
tell me you’re cheesin’, fam
we can do this right now on the camera, crodie
ayy, f*ck y’all n*ggas, i don’t trust y’all n*ggas
i wave one finger and thump y’all n*ggas like mmm
field goal, punt y’all n*ggas, they punk y’all n*ggas, n0body never took my food
whoever that’s f*ckin’ with him, f*ck you n*ggas, and f*ck the industry too
if you take it there, i’m takin’ it further
psst, that’s something you don’t wanna do
[outro]
ooh
we don’t wanna hear you say “n*gga” no more
we don’t wanna hear you say “n*gga” no more
stop
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