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kendrick lamar - n95 (mixed) [club crates, pt. 3] lyrics

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[verse 1]
(that sh+t off) take off your idols, take off the runway, i take off to cairo (take that sh+t off)
take off to saint+tropez, five+day stay, take a quarter mil’, h+ll if i know (take that sh+t off)
take off the front flag, take off perception, take off the cop with the eye patch (take that sh+t off)
take off the unloyal, take off the unsure, take off decisions i lack (take it off)
take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke, take off the, “i’m broke, i care” (takе it off)
take off the gossip, take off thе new logic that if i’m rich, i’m rare (take it off)
take off the chanel, take off the dolce, take off the birkin bag
(take it off)
take all that designer bullsh+t off, and what do you have?

[chorus]
b+tch, huh, huh, ugh
you ugly as f+ck (you outta pocket)
huh, two atms (hah, hah, hah, hah)
you steppin’ or what? (you outta pocket, huh)
who you think they talk about?
talk about us (you outta pocket—shoot, shoot, shoot)
who you think they copy off? (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
copy off us (get back in pocket)

[verse 2]
the world in a panic, the women is stranded, the men on a run
the prophets abandoned, the law take advantage, the market is crashin’, the industry wants
n+ggas and b+tches to sleep in a box while they makin’ a mockery followin’ us
this ain’t monopoly, watchin’ for love, this ain’t monogamy, y’all gettin’ f+cked
jumpin’ on what the h+ll is that? i gotta relax when i feel (huh, facts)
all my descendants, they come in my sleep and say i am too real (huh, facts)
i’m done with the sensitive, takin’ it personal, done with the black and the white, the wrong and the right
you hopin’ for change and clericals, i know the feelings that came with burial’s cries
[chorus]
b+tch, huh, huh, ugh
you ugly as f+ck (you outta pocket)
huh, two atms (hah, hah, hah, hah)
you steppin’ or what? (you outta pocket, huh)
who you think they talk about?
talk about us (you outta pocket—shoot, shoot, shoot)
who you think they copy off? (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
copy off us



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