King’S Dead Lyrics - Jay Rock | Kendrick Lamar | English Song

Miss me with that bullshit bullshit
You ain’t really wild you a tourist a tourist
I be blackin’ out with the purist the purist
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it I freaked it
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it I freaked it
I bought a ’87 for the weekend the weekend
This ain’t what you want this ain’t what you want what you want
This ain’t what you want this ain’t what you want what you want

And it’s like that lil’ bitch
MVP I don’t get no sleep no I don’t like that lil’ bitch
Bust that open I want that ocean yeah that bite back lil’ bitch
Do it bite back lil’ bitch Need two life jackets lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you I ain’t gon’ press you never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you keep it 100 I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg bossed my life up crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’ got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready my whip been ready
My bitch been ready my clique been ready
My shit’s been ready my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full that’s Armageddon
I got pull I hope y’all ready

My tank on full you know unleaded
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready you know I’m ready
I reign all day you know confetti
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it skrrt

Miss me with that bullshit bullshit
You’re not a gang member you’s a tourist a tourist
I be blackin’ out I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend for the weekend
I got a hundred thousand then I freaked it then I freaked it
I made 500 thousand then I freaked it then I freaked it
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse then I freaked it then I freaked it
I haven’t made my mind up should I keep it Should I keep it
I got big dog status it ain’t no secret

La di da di da slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup fuck me in the car
La di da di da mothafuck the law

Chitty chitty bang murder everything
Bitch I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

Yeah miss me with that bullshit bullshit
You ain’t really wild you a tourist a tourist
I be blackin’ out with the purist the purist
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it I freaked it
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it I freaked it
I bought a ’87 for the weekend the weekend
This ain’t what you want this ain’t what you want what you want
This ain’t what you want this ain’t what you want what you want

Changes
Is you gon’ do something
What you want

Red light green light red light green light
Red light green light they like
We like fast cars fast money fast life fast broads
Egotistic goin’ ballistic why God
Born warrior lookin’ for euphoria
But I don’t see it I don’t feel it I’m paraplegic
Tapped in when I’m maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC 10s
And the pumps in the background I was absent
Never OG standout I was lackin’
Everything else but doubt in the Magnum
Holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends never had ends never had hope
They was like “Nope” I was like “Boo yaow boo yaow”
Yeah God

Tee off the day know we off the be off the eat off your plate
Throw me off I be “Off ya head”
Well ate on C4 I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity fuck your pedigree fuck your feelings fuck your culture
Fuck your moral fuck your family fuck your tribe
Fuck your land fuck your children fuck your wives
Who am I Not your father not your brother
Not your reason not your future
Not your comfort not your reverence not your glory
Not your heaven not your angel not your spirit
Not your message not your freedom
Not your people not your neighbor
Not your baby not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light green light red light green light
Red light green light they like we like
Fast cars…