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the heart pt. 4 (remix) - rotorial lyrics

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
don’t tell a lie on me
i won’t tell the truth ’bout you
don’t tell a lie on me
i won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
thirty millions later, my future favors
the legendary status of a hip*hop rhyme savior
travel ’round the atlas in this sp*ceship
candy*coated, my day shift’s
been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
pi equals three*fourteen
the devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
wait up, lampin’ in jamaica
the clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
burnin’ castor oil, yo i been determined to make an earnin’
this seed in this soil is classified
i’m satisfied when i strategize my kid’s futurе
i ain’t sanctified enough to say that i won’t shoot ya
i done vandalizеd the industry full circuit
the earthiest slash thirstiest n*gga you know versus this
scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
the richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
the more blood pours, but—
[chorus: kendrick lamar]
don’t tell a lie on me
i won’t tell the truth ’bout you
don’t tell a lie on me
i won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[verse 2: kendrick lamar, cordae]
my fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk*ass
and crush ya whole lil’ sh*t
i’ll big pun ya punk*ass, you a scared lil’ b*tch
tiptoein’ around my name, n*gga, you lame
and when i get at you, homie
don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
oh, i was just playin’, k*dot
c’mon, you know a n*gga rock with you, bro
shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last n*gga i know
might end up like the last n*gga i know (k!ll, k!ll, k!ll)
oh, you don’t wanna clash? n*gga, i know (murder, murder, murder)
i put my foot on the gas, head on the floor (i see dead people)
hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, i’m on a roll, yellin’ (okay, cool, uh)

[verse 3: cordae, cordae & kendrick lamar]
this is for back in the days
before the accolades, packing the stage
this fame sh*t was a slap in the face
couldn’t fathom people i idolize, rapping was fake (woo)
imagine the weight you carry from having information that could bury ’em
i’d rather not say
continue to give you the real from an accurate place
they k!ll n*ggas just for speaking the truth
a hypothermic n*gga could heal from all this f*cking heat in the booth (hot, hot, hot, hot)
the season of reaping the fruits that i labored for
a work man is worthy of his hire
i’m only inspired by legacy and early desires
i’ll admit it, i’m far from perfect
i’m shallow, but far from nervous
i get a dopamine spike for every car i purchase
what is the truth? my n*gga, we all are searching, uh
1/14, the album is soon to come (uh)
my future set in stone, my peers, i fear none (never)
straight up off the lear, it’s clear i’m tier one (haha)
your favorite artist’s catalog just tears my eardrums (stop)
please, stop the comparisons, god, it’s embarrassing
straight out of maryland
it’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon
my n*gga cam told me it’s time to take over (uh)
my n*gga ean styles and drives a range rover (skrrt, real)
but f*ck that, right back to it
this that hijack music
your style more common than iraq shootings (fah)
a n*gga don’t want war with me, you not that stupid
black air forces, my energy attack their sources (k!ll)
i could diss the whole rap game and fill it with corpses (boom)
and shout*out my n*gga three and curren$y, still in new orleans (for real)
i can see a war is coming, this feeling’s enormous
it’s time to k!ll these n*ggas, man (ooh)
let’s go
my catalog’s flawless, your last album was garbage (wack)
my competition’s shooting themselves, happens too often (for real)
my only regret was i couldn’t dig up your coffin
from a birds eye view, i’ll reassure what you already knew
one, two, three, four, five (ah)
[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
you see the flames
in my e*y*e’s—it’s not a game
and the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
my only advice? go and get you a bag, daddy
lee baca on trial tryna portray a boxer
beatin’ up on my n*ggas while the co’s watch him
tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
you jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet westbrook
go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
just know, the next game played i might slap the sh*t out you
technical foul, i’m flagrant, i’m foul
they throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
look at the crowd, they— (naw, i don’t like that)
look at my smile, i’m smirkin’
calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, f*ck!)
so many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
so many verses, i never run out (what?)
you makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
ho, jay*z hall of fame, sit yo punk*ass down!
(sit yo punk*ass down)
so that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
so that means no more playin’ the back scenes (what else?)
my spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
my name is identified as “that king”
i’ll let y’all worry about a list, i’m on some other sh*t
a difference between accomplishments and astonishments
you know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
y’all got ’til april the 7th to get y’all sh*t together
[outro: cordae, kendrick lamar]
uh, let’s get it!
uh, from a birds eye view
look, look!
january 14th (on foenem)
fasten your motherf*cking seatbelts, n*ggas
get y’all f*cking sh*t together, man
garbage*ass n*ggas
stop f*ckin’—, ooh, mmm
say less and do more
let’s get it

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