Kendrick Lamar — The Heart Part 4

[Chorus] 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] Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel 'round the atlas in this spaceship Candy-coated, my day shift's Been devoted to fuckin' 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 future I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga 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] 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] My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass And crush ya whole lil' shit I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' bitch Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, 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 nigga rock with you, bro" Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five I am the greatest rapper alive" So damn great, motherfucker, I've died What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts) A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (facts) I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' lears Mo' bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck y'all, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers You know what the risk is Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness The whole world gone mad Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin' And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin' Electorial votes look like memorial votes But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me But when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? G Malone, big bro, kudos to him I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em Thirty millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You lookin' at me in Chucks, I'm lookin' at y'all suits Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court A real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back 'Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack With TOC, 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 niggas 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 shit 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, fuck!) So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!) 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 shit 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 shit together [Outro] Let's get it! Look, look! On foenem