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Kendrick Lamar - B Boyz Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah
It's We The Best
It's YMCMB
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment
(Olympicks)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Talk about it, make 'em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like it's livin' on life support
I licensed everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga, play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I must've won that from anybody who had it, or better yet, forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a MAC in the back of a 'Lac with a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with the pump in the back 'til he's off-balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch with a block of whatever, he ain't cut no cut
More guns, more guts, fuckboy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip headfirst smilin'
Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Interlude: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Birdman, what they do, big dog?
Mack Maine, what's crackin', foe?
Big money
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay, nigga, ridin' in a May-B, and I'm probably with Baby
Don't talk, nigga, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay, big money on this side
Hundred grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe, money gettin' too high
Dead presidents all in my Levi's
Boy, I swear this nigga be swaggin', and I'm livin' lavish
Might cop me an Aston Martin on 'em
Anything I drive, I own 'em
Bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her
Beat it up, she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, two shows a day
My Rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do, Bird? My fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely mama
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plottin' my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control

[Interlude: Birdman]
Just like that, boy
Death forbids honor, you understand me?
Dedication, respect
Fully loaded, yeah
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangster, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mil' on the counter
Hand Persian rug, nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti, nigga, fishin' on the fishscales
Nose divin' for them hundreds, strapped up, makin' mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we ever been, shinin' on them twenty-fours
Junior doin' time, ho
On the grind, ho, while he doin' time, ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]
Ya know
That time is money and money still was made, baby
Eight months ain't stop nothin', nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, you understand? Yeah

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us
I came a long ways from rhymin' up in crazy cyphers
Man, I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers (Tune)
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow, and Fail, boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell, boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down, boy, like a kickstand (Young Money)
Get off my nuts, stop actin' like a bitch, fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow your own dick, damn
I went from watchin' time fly on El and Red porch (To what?)
To cruisin' through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand-up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from makin' money from people with crack habits
To thankin' God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
Amen
[Outro]
(Olympicks)