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Kendrick Lamar( K.Dot,Kung-Fu Kenny )
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Don't Understand
His eyes bloodshot red I watched him as he took A fifth of henney to the head In memory of his brother Reminiscing on them plans Said they'd go with eachother He was hurtin I can see it Plenty tears No kleenex I stood by his side because that was my homie Gave him a hug Some of his brother's blood got on me Clenching his fist on some angry shit Stood up, sat back down on the curb And asked me who they be hangin' with I wasn't sure so I gave him no answer But I was sure that he had a plan on him He wanted war What do you say to a good friend That's just lost it and grabbin' choppers out of the closet I tried my best to make him renig But he was like, my nig This feeling is more than personal I stood down He hopped in a four door, honda accord before he Binged the block He said kdot
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, or war
Corners become monuments for the dead Candles on the pavement, postcard read Rest in peace, the yellow tap blockin' off the streets A baby mama yellin at the police But you don't understand You figure that we're just a bunch of niggas But the picture here's a story untold Y' see this wasn't in our plans Babies from the late eighties wasn't born crazy We was raised that way Put that Malcom X book down Then raise that k Complete chaos when we off x pills and zan i's Let the devil hem the face From a sane eye Cast the spell on you like akheela in the bee Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mind Substance, time is no longer an issue We don't have it, so pass the tissue Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can And tell her you understand But you don't understand
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (And hopefully you'll understand) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, or war
He came back fifteen minutes later He said dot, I went on one Do me this favor Put these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you This as critical as it gets My nigga I need you I said alright, so what happened? Seen a few niggas slippin And I just started clappin, I didn't care who I was hittin' Thats wild shit But anyway I gotchu I love you nigga make sure you hit me up by tomorrow I woke up the next mornin' with a cold Allergies got me sneezin and wipin' my nose when it was leaking Checked the medicine cabinet Lookin for some dayquil But all I seen was some asprin, just my luck I got up Went to Right Aid, hopin that the pharmacy department had the right aid I bought it and left Walked to the parking lot, when I see the faces of death Said they was lookin for my man with a chopper in they hand Prayin it would jam But you don't understand
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (Now tell me, do you understand?) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s (huh?) The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons (do you understand?) Pray for me, or war
It's like, it's a revolving door that I've been a part of my whole life Fucked up right?
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