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kendrick lamar - picture me rollin' (remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
cloud nine, where you can find me and my dime
like roosevelt in his prime, wait till i’m in my prime
the moon and the stars will align on my louis v. belt like orion
to whom say he cool
but the irony is i can hold the bottom of an iron
with the bottom of my palm
i say so much so little, all action, no talk
like a mime throwin’ up gang signs
it’s not all about punchlines, i don’t do that
i’m a jaguar, you just a new cat, now move back
kendrick lamar on the radar for success
aimin’ for the top like an ar aimed at your neck
i can never digress ‘less i get demoted to death
even then i’ll be the best still like a petty theft
i will conquer my biggest dreams
once you open the cage, i bet that i’ll spread my wings
nipsey got street cred, jay rock got street cred
and all i got is bad credit, big ears and big head
but still they’ll feel me cause we all ate cereal
humped the momma friend daughter while they bump the stereo
backflips on shoppin’ carts, free lunch at the park
watched power rangers after school, here we go
i’m so comptonized, i will never compromise
for no fussy–ss a&r or teo
we ain’t what you think and you think we back
but we been here for decades and i vouch for that
open your mouth for that
speak well like a great debater over ichat
get your other eye cracked
i don’t rap, i iraq and declare war
i enjoy watchin’ enemies’ blood pour
i came up lower middle cl-ss, not poor
so don’t feel sorry for me, i don’t need y’all to love me
i need y’all to feel me
and if you feelin’ froggy to leap, then feel free
my feeling’s all aside, my pride is deprived
by the ultimate prize i’m a get when i see your suicide

[hook]
too hot to handle, too dope to hold
two dope boys, we roll deep, everybody gather your seats
we goin’ to cloud nine, we comin’ back in a week
and the weak good riddance
only the strong permitted to ride and test drive
with kendrick the jedi
one of a kind like great antiques museums buy
haters, i tell ’em, ‘hi’, enemies, i don’t tell ’em sh-t but puta
cl!ck, booyah, cl!ck, cl!ck

- kendrick lamar lyrics

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