One two, one two, one two..

Turn the headphones up Ali

One two

You mix with Dre, right?

Turn the headphones up

When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated

That’s enough pressure to live your whole life sedated

Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it

But I could never rewrite history in a coffin

So I’m talking to God, “Can you wash all these demons off me?”

This last year I’ve been quite similar to Aaliyah

Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered

A G5, g’s give high-fives to me and say, “Kendrick, just persevere.”

The presents of being rare

As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles

Thinking, “How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?”

My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished

Or turning back to that same accomplice

My past life was a child with no act right

Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site

Influenced by ****** that spoke the gang culture fluent

Assuring that some blossom early and some truant

Thank God for the album I idolized

It’s dark and plus hell is hot, that’s the start of this crazy ride

Two young ******, me and Dave inside the garage

And thought we was Jay and Dame

Thats the lane that we tried to drive

Truthfully, I just started rappin’ to get away

I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse

My ***** got hit 25 times with a K

Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse

Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach

Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote

His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast

Would live on a pedestal, once the **** hit the store

Find ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out

Soul told me that the record shop ’bout to go in a drought

Q ain’t got a place to stay, and ’bout to sleep on the couch

We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount

Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other

The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs’ comfort

But I ain’t need it

I never screamed out the ‘New West’, I didn’t believe it

They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements

I need to separate myself to stand out

I need a better way to take your fans now

I need to kill you ************* dead

Three hollow tips aimed at your head

I’ll be damned if the chopper jam now

And we never asked for no hand out

In the midst of it all I recall a called when you said how

We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame

And I’m with the trial with a Bible and a rifle

I play the game as I plan blow

Hollaback at me, *****

And if they said I’m the one, why you asking me, *****?

Cause When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated

That’s enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David

And pray to God hat make it or live your life in the matrix

Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it’s quite contagious

I’ll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now

In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out

Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now

Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport

The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport

Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?

Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play

And there goes my fate, now I’m on stage with Snoop

Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit

Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too

Lyricist of the year, **** am I supposed to do? Rock

Laughing at you ****** out there who thought we was flukes

Exaggerated **** that we had rapped had came true

Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose

I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn’t recoup

Cool, cause ****** won’t outdo us in the booth

Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof

I came, I saw, I conquered

No shame, I blame all of this on Compton

Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up

Cold game, full circle, they set up her

I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs

The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong

The story was short film, the glory of him and them

The worry of mother who don’t recover when baby killed

The trial and tribulations, the newer Miseducation

The view of body wasting, you knew somebody who didn’t make it

The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question

Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?