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kendrick lamar – p&p lyrics

[produced by king blue]

[intro]
oh what up, ho? oh, what up?
i said oh, what up, ho? oh, what up?
i said oh, what up, ho? oh, what up?
well, alright

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron will make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron will make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
something to inspire me, rather than society’s
woes, let me go, let me shine a lil’ bit love
i want diamonds too, ronnie on player’s club
i used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was ’05
that b-tch was racist, got me fired, ever since then i had no job
pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on rosecrans
trust me these n-ggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
guilty by -ssociation story of my life, n-gga
you gone make me flip then split your sh-t, judge give me life, n-gga
pain since my grandma’s death, uncle k!lled at louis’s burgers
hold my tears i tried my best, let it go drench my pullover
cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin’s margin
maintaining my modest, modest as i dream
so while i go through all this, all this bullsh-t what you call it
life itself i know it helps let me scroll through my blackberry

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
i said keep reading my diary, when my life’s entirely
surrounded by the irony of living in the city
i said they wouldn’t hire me, i said i got my -ss beat
and the only thing can help is -ss and some t-tties
so what’s up, baby? i said what’s up?
i had a long day and i really wanna f-ck
see i ain’t tryna think about no phone bills
credit card late fees, capital one popping up on my caller id
p-wning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow-tip shots
watching my vehicle break down on another man’s block
man that’s my worst fear, ain’t that your worst fear
you know when your transmission go out and can’t switch gears
or run through a pothole at two in the morning
scared to hit your emergencies cause then they’ll be on it
see i know when the harsh reality take its toll
open up your contacts then scroll

[verse 3: ab-soul]
welcome to my diary, hmm.. where should i begin?
finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve
cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd
like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtle neck
convertibles with turbojets, fueled by 7-up and prometh’
i feel like deaths around the corner like the quickest wide receiver
so i took another shot, tequila hit me like a nina
my sky’s gray, my b-tches brighter
always saying lights please, j. cole’s her ghost writer
and i’m the god mc, join my diocese
free your mind, don’t mind society
and finally, everyone got their own problems
everything is subject to change like broken dollars
i’ma drown in my drink and swim in my woman’s v-g-n-
like a piranha fin, it gets harder than rihanna when

- kendrick lamar lyrics

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