Compton’s Finest - Hope Wright&Kendrick Lamar
I’m a Nestor Ave…
Nightlife liver, still waiting to grow up
25 cents now or later, and a soda
Snotty-nosed kids slap boxing on the corner
“Hi” – yeah, that’s me right there
Sandy little Jordans and the swoosh in his hair
In the overall shorts – I ain’t have a care
Contact, ‘cause my car’s righ there
I thought I was Pac when ‘Hit ‘Em Up’ came out
Got in trouble for the music, I was playin’ it loud
Read the credits to all the CDs in the house
With the… bottle I was rockin’ the crowd
I was eight when I wrote my first rap line down
Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch
Are you feeling me? Back in third grade I was killing it
If y’all don’t get the metaphor, it’s all elementary
Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool
Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school
Ready for the action, if it happened, I was cool
I ain’t see ‘em, if you do, tell my daddy I’m a fool, Kendrick
Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe
But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock
That boy’s bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops
This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots
Now what you know about them Westside streets?
We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep
Rapping the best in my sleep, that’s if I ever slept
Countin’ bars while you countin’ sheep, you lookin’ at the best
God-given – I’m been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos
Sauconies to bold jeans, when Wayne made “bling-bling” I was hip-hopping
Makin’ ‘em hot, have a pogo – let’s get this cream, cold stones
I’m fallin’ off, hold on – when peeling off, BMX bikes
Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like
A pizza and a cold Sprite – peace to the world
I close my door and make love to the beat
And fuck your girl… that was K.Dot, then
Top-tier, I’m here, they call me King Hope
With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock
Street hop from the bottom, we on the street’s top
It’s all scenic, believe it, you’ll get your bean popped
I give you my album in replacement of Detox
I drop shit with ease to let y’all eavesdrop
On my style, eyes of an owl and stay watching
Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch
Or get thrown on the pit, I was thrown on stages
Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing
My flow ’96, your flow ‘06
Your flow “eh, cool…”, my flow “oh shit!”
You flow don’t exist, we coexist with the UFOs
Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don’t know
The aliens panic, packing bags, they hit the road
The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll
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