Uh, Lamar stated his views Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? Are we gonna live or die? So I was takin' a walk the other day And I seen a woman, a blind woman Pacin' up and down the sidewalk She seemed to be a bit frustrated

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

Uno de Wisin & Yandel y otro de Daddy Yankee Que me traigan dos botellas, y par de mujeres bellas Mejor pongan reggaetón tón que la rumba está buena Que me pongan un perreo de Tony y de Calde (uh) Cómo tú te mueves eso a mí me tienta Yo me pongo atrás

Candela, uh, candela, uh Cuerpo perfecto, en poca tela, uh Vela como sola se pega, uh Matadora rebulera, uh Esa nena es candela, Uh Que no se siente full ve y trae Perreándole a la gente Dale nos vamos demente anda lucia

Straight up out of heaven wit' it uh Baby, you a blessing wit' it uh Come teach me a lesson wit' it uh Diamonds shining, diamonds shining You tryna keep me like a checklist (Uh, uh) Slow whine, slow whine Body cold like a necklace (Uh, uh, uh) Now I keep

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,

I'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go

They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna catch you lady I'm gonna catch you lady, catch you lady Catch you lady uh huh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Oh darling, will you ever change your mind I've been feeling left

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right