Kendrick Lamar Lyrics - Multiple Choice

I'm the head n***a in charge,

If I didn't ride blade on curb would you still love me?

I know you don't want it with me, you know you don't want it with me.

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up, flashed the bartender, stuck my d**k in the tip cup.

My physical is tested all the time, pitiful.

I loved you Slim, we could've been together!

Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded.

We from a place, a place you cannot stay.

I've dug two graves for us my dear.

Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in?

A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?

A lot of people ask me, stupid f**king questions.

Your first sh*t was classic, yo last sh*t was tragic you second sh*t put n***as to sleep but they gassed it.

Where's your uncle at? Cause' I wanna talk to the man of the house.

Pool full of Kendrick's lies in it.

Of the wild magnolia (woohoo) mother of many soldiers, we live by every single word she ever told us.

You don't gotta use Tech-9 if you wanna come at me with a sub, machine gun. And I'm talking to you, but you already know who the f**k you are, Kelly.

Stickin' a clip in the uz that I been itching to use lookin' like Nicholas Cruise my trigger is happy, it's ticklish true.

Fill em' with the venom and eliminate em' other words I minute maid em' I don't wanna hurt em' but I did I'm in a fit of rage,

When the lights shut off, and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern, Promise that you will sing about me, Promise that you will sing about me.

Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, me? It was a goat.

Got the most content on the continent and constant compliments give me confidence.

Consider what god's considerin' he don't know nunnin' bout that.

Scream, Murda!, I don't believe you, Murda!, f**k Around and leave you, Murda!

No one man should have all that power,

All my life I want money and power, respect my mind and n***a it's go time,

Y'all n***as don't want no parts of me, I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me.

Young n***a sellin' loads, is you like that?

I need you to run right back to me, baby.

Still representin' for gangstas all across the world.

I see a new Earth, filled with beautiful people makin' humanity work.

Plus nobody I knew got killed in south central eleven.

Stickin' to the code all these h*es for the streets.

I thank God, that I never signed my life away.

What'd I do to deserve you? Don't even know what I did.

I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you n***as,

Just cause' I'm from, the CPT, punk police are afraid of me.

I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton USA, made me an angel on angel dust.

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E

Even in Compton they understand,

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.

FEAR, Fear of losin' creativity, I'm talkin' FEAR, Fear of missin' out on you and me.

And you don't really wanna f**k, with me. Only n***a that I trust, is me.

Let me cut these n***as up and show them where the f**k I'm comin' from,

Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year.

It's not that we don't like you, we hate you, period.

Lost too many soldiers not to play it safe,

Motherf**ka I hit em' up!

Miscellaneous minds never explainin' their minds, DEVILISH grin,

Maybe tonight then my tears might let me know, all the stars are closer.

If it was up to me, I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy,

Tokyo trips, shopping sprees full of gifts,

Now I ain't saying she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke n***a.

I need a b**ch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don.

Back the f**k up 'fore you get smacked the f**k up.

That goes for Jermaine Cole, Big Krit Wale, Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake.

Motherf**k the big three, n***a it's just big me.

1, 2, 3, and to the 4, Eazy Motherf**king E with the Chrome into your dome.ds

I'm a Criminal, you're goddamn right.

I'd like to meet your Madre, pay my respects to your Padre mi amor.