Kendrick Lamar — King of My City

[Chorus: Jay Rock & *Kendrick Lamar*] *So what up Jay?* Shit nothing but the money *What you trying to say?* More fifties more hundreds *Who you trying to be?* Who I already is King of my city, that's no pop quiz [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Sitting in my Chevy smoking heavy on the best bud Get it from the source Got the best plug Watts California be my city till the death bruh You ain't hearing that? Then you deaf blood Moving like a snail You can catch a slug Hit you like a snare I got big drums Hunt for every dollar I just stack funds Yours is insufficient That's why you mad huh? Ever since I got a deal niggas hate me hard So I keep a steel Got no time to spar Got no time to spare, money on my mind Like hair Like a flight of steps All a nigga get is stairs Big bag of green Looking like a pear When I hit a club I'm leaving with a pair Nigga I don't care Bitch I'm a baller Crash my whip today and cop another one tomorrow [Chorus 2: Jay Rock & *Kendrick Lamar*] *So what up Jay?* Shit nothing but the money *What you trying to say?* More fifties more hundreds *Who you trying to be?* Who I already is King of my city, that's no pop quiz *So what up Jay?* Shit nothing but the money *What you trying to say?* More fifties more hundreds *Who you trying to be?* Who I already is King of my city, gotta get it how I live [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Me without a dollar is like a scholar with no smarts (whats that?) That don't make sense don't it? (mm-mmh) I'm in a Lamborghini with a Brazilian woman (oh yeah?) Miss Novocaine Suck my dick till she numb it (god damn) You fly like a plane But I'm more like a comet Soaring over the atmosphere I can hear the aliens cheer (ha) Victory is sweet my dear (mm-hmm) Here's the technique my dear (mm-hmm) And maybe you can duplicate me It's weird how y'all never can progress within the process Of making residuals I guess that you ain't I yet Try to interfere with the dinero that I get Watch y'all bear arms like women rub on my triceps duddy Y'all is funny to me You thought I came by myself nope It's money with me It's the root of all evil, but the need of all people Yours is frail I weigh mines on Brannon Scales [Chorus: Jay Rock & *Kendrick Lamar*] *So what up Jay?* Shit nothing but the money *What you trying to say?* More fifties more hundreds *Who you trying to be?* Who I already is King of my city, that's no pop quiz