Wat's Wrong (feat. Zacari & Kendrick Lamar)

Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top

And run on sins, and front on friends

If we don't win then pay your tithes and mend your fence

And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rims

And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong, if I ain't gone

I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them

No more ends and no more trends

And photo tint and photo lens, notice this

Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me

Bowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck

Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas

Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side

So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga

Twisted with 'em, this the isms

See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific

Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit

And your, if it isn't, let's call some titties and scar your face

The robe of wrongs has caught a case

Other niggas they mob like Cartise from far away

All my niggas like, "Calm down"

Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people

Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney

Get too tired to write and died in prison

Felt like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?

Oh, sometimes I get so ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another one, roll another one up and put it

All in the air now

How many souls do you touch a day?

How many hoes do you fuck a day?

How many flows do your thought convey?

How many know you can't walk away?

Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me

Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow

Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in

I kick back with kick though

Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real?

Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms

Crazy, my other show went to my mom 'n' 'em

My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him

But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun

With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun

I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one

I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one

And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son

Do you believe that Black man is our sun?

I made enough residuals to hide some

I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some

I told Zay, I'm the best rapper since 25

Been like that for a while now, I'm 29

Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar

Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini

Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized

Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week

Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed

Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me

I proceed my last check in proceeds

To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books

To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs

The word, to give the life we live as I get

So ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another one, roll another one up and put it

All in the air now

Oh, you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me

Love me for the moment, hug me like a sibling

Weed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen

Grew with Apollonia, Rob was makin' chicken

Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face

Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say

Say it ain't love 'cause you bought flowers yesterday

Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap

But now let's talk 'bout me, me, me, me, me

Lately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted

When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep

Faithful as your EBT, closer than you momma can

Anger when you rang up, I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again

Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out

Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now

Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound

Please me now, I been more than late... wait

Oh, sometimes I get so ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another one, roll another one up and put it

All in the air now

All in the air now

Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man

A few years ago I gave my pops, uh

Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and

And my pops said, uh

He listened to it for about a week, he came back to me, he said, uh

He said, "Dang boy, why

Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house?

He-he-he talkin' 'bout you?"