Kendrick Lamar — Untitled 2 Blue Faces

[Verse 1] Two tears in a bucket, I cry with you, agh! But I could never lie with you I could never afford not to afford I could never put my plans to the side with you I could never see a red light Like a deer with a headlight, I freeze up when I re-up See, I barely have patience, and you're relating Only the moment to complete us Why you hate to work for it? Went to work for it See, a nine-to-five was so jive turkey But when Thanksgiving came, checks didn’t hurt me You plead the fifth, I read the fifth amendment We both criminals with bad intentions They say time heals all, but if I can shortcut my success Corvettes by tomorrow, ugh! [Hook] Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have, blue faces I hit the bank today and tell 'em color me bad, blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down [Verse 2] My homegirl got a credit card scam She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn Intuition got a Black woman wishin' She saying this on the phone with the noodles in the pan I know you, woman, I console you, woman You feel like the universe owes you, woman Oh, the anticipation, hoping you could make it Women don't prosper chasin' education But you're talented, and can't handle it And your homegirls can't be your manager 365 times four, plus more Can't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina? But ain't no money like fast money Even today, I'm considered a crash dummy A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward? My accolades better than all them [Hook] But why I'm so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have, blue faces (Faces) I hit the bank today and tell 'em, color me bad, blue faces Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down, to the top [Bridge] I love God, I love speed I love drank, I love mead I love oceans in the deep I love women, I love me I love God Ugh! But I’m scared of godspeeeeeeed Sometimes [Verse 3] I wrote this song Looking at a broke home, maybe (Broke home, maybe) You know the poverty-stricken The little broke boy and babies (Broke boy and babies) Somebody say "Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy" And I said “Why?” Then he looked me in the eye And said "Homie, you're messed up You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles Never been through 'ish, you’re crying hysterical You settle for everything, complain about everything YSay you sold crack, my world amphetamine Your projects ain’t it, I live in a hut You're living to keep warm, I'm living to pay rent I paid my way through, praying to Allah You played your way through, dealing with wi-fi Bull-'ishing yourself, you talking to strangers Same thing go for the ones you came with We all came on the boat looking for hope And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope, huh? These days ain’t no compromise, ugh Your pain ain’t mines half the time, ugh A brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me See, I made my moves with shackled feet" [Interlude] Cape Town, Cape Town Cape Town, Cape Town Caaaaaaaaape Town Cape Town, Cape Town Ugh! [Verse 4] Cornrow Kenny All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt! Morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt-skrrt! Cornrow Kenny So many plays on me, I finesse Palisade views with some sex I lost a lot of love for missionary This the first time I react Me and Top is like a Kobe-and-Phil A father figure; play with him, you get killed Play with me and he-a kill you himself TDE the mafia of the west Move in silence, yeah, we juugin’ like that Act of violence, yeah, we juugin’ like that I did a lot of dumb things in my past Lord forgive me, hoping I don't relapse Dave just bought a new 9-11 Almost thought I’d seen another plane crash Q just bought a brand new McLaren Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects Moosa got his son dripping in gold Me, I'm about to let my hair down to hoes Ali 'bout to let his hair down to hoes Top billing, that’s a million a show Might blow the whole no-whammy on Soul Might tell Obama, "Be more like Punch" Sounwave got a Grammy this year Mackwop, bet he do what he want Level two, level two, no, I’m not done You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one I could put a rapper on life support Guaranteed, something that none of you want Ten homies down and they all serving life Ward is like twenty-five hundred a month What if I empty my bank out and stunt? What if I empty my bank out and stunt? You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one You ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got, you ain’t got Tell me that, tell me that that I'm the one You ain’t got, you ain’t got, you ain’t got You ain’t got tell me that, what! I’m the one Yes, I’m the one!