XXX. (XXX) (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)/U2 Written by：K. Duckworth/M. Williams II/D. Natche/M. Spears/Anthony Tiffith/P. Hewson/D. Evans/A. Clayton/L Mullen America god bless you if it's good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst
Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him I bet he'll show you something woah
I'll chip a ni**a little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a ni**a little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a ni**a little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a ni**a then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like b**ch I did that x rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no more no more
Johnny said books ain't cool no more no more
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustling
God bless America you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin' he was mobbin' way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done He said k dot can you pray for me It's been a f**ked up day for me I know that you anointed show me how to overcome He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual my spirit do no better but I told him I can't sugar coat the answer for you this is how I feel If somebody kill my son that mean that somebody's gettin' killed Tell me what you do for love loyalty and passion of All the memories collected moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a ni**a leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a ni**a then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like b**ch I did that Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace don't you f**k with one of ours It be murder in the street it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma touch my sister touch my woman Touch my daddy touch my niece touch my nephew touch my brother You should chip a ni**a then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact I'm 'bout to speak at this convention call you back
It's not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around Hail Mary Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders Look what you taught us It's murder on my street
Y'all street back streets Wall street corporate offices banks Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts Donald trump's in office we lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest or do we bask in sin
Pass the gin I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in you crippin' or you married to blood I'll ask again oops accident
It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us up You overnight the big rifles then tell fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists et cetera et cetera Americas reflections of me That's what a mirror does
It's not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
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It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us up You overnight the big rifles then tell fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists et cetera et cetera Americas reflections of me That's what a mirror does
