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Kendrick Lamar - The Best Lyrics

[Intro]
Life, I wonder
Will it take me under? I don't know

[Verse 1]
Fresh off tour, smellin' like Christian Dior
I'd be lyin' if I said I stepped off a G4
But now it's a G5, tryna stay live
Roll up the kush, man, time to get high
Yeah my last show in North Carolina
You should have seen all the women throwin' they vagina
Had me buggin' out
Shorty fainted, security came and drug her out
How many fingers I'm holdin' up, she couldn't count
Damn, I must be a star, women in fast cars
Street niggas vouch for me, K-Dot hard
Good lookin', my nigga, much love
Later that night, 40-40, night club
Flashin' lights gave my body a silhouette
Forty clips when it glided over my neck
I'm the shit, at least my persona says that
And go crazy when I tilt my hat, guess they love my style

[Chorus]
K-Dot, Top Dawg
God-given flow, open up Heaven door
The best
[Verse 2]
Walk in like Michael Jordan, sportin' whatever new
Porsches, vacay to any water like blue
Fortune for the house on the beach
Benihanas every week
Collect Prada and Gucci shoe
Smooth as Bruce Wayne when I do interviews (Uh)
Fans love it, they be glued to the tube (Uh)
Out public, my Diddy Bop make everybody stop
Shut down the whole mall when I shop (Wow)
I guess I really am somethin' to watch (Uh)
My body language cause chaos (Uh)
Role model to hang with
More drama than a soap op' when I walk down your block, they be anxious (To what, to what)
To take my picture
Snapshot, pinch myself, I'm that nigga
Believe it or not, my wealth is just an accessory
The reason why they really mess with me, because my style

[Chorus]
K-Dot, Top Dawg
God-given flow, open up Heaven door
The best

[Verse 3]
[?] got me thinkin' beyond the Earth
Well, at least in my first and second verse (Uh)
'cause in reality, my performance don't get a salary
Just a lot of respect and more rap casualties (Uh)
But what I do possess, money came by (What?)
My individuality defines who am I (Uh-huh)
I still tilt my hat without the paper
My Jordan walk still look like I beat the lakers (Haha)
I can't front, I got a sense of humor
All the pretty girls rumor (What?) about who I screwed sooner (Uh-huh)
Back in grade school, I was that dude
Fucked me up they didn't vote me Mr. Cool
But that didn't stop the God (Nah)
I still had the appeal to make Ms. Brae raise my test scores (Yeah)
So when the first verse really come true
Know that it's not a facade (Why?) because I been had style
[Chorus]
K-Dot, Top Dawg
God-given flow, open up Heaven door
The best