[Verse 1: Pusha T]
20 plus years of sellin' Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder it's diaper rash on my conscience
My teethin' ring was numbed by that nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
'Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cuttin' school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the 'hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, throwin' punches in his room
If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playin' on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills who's gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply 'cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus
Nigga this is Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds 'til you dyin', dead
You'd better change what comes out your speaker
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Trouble's on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother cryin'
Smokers repeatedly buyin' my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealin' it
Hit the pipe and start feelin' it
Ooh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez Louise, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten
Back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention
And when it's tension in the air, 9s come with extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started sellin' soap, fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusin' his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "Pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, ma'fucka, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sowed, nigga
Please reap what you sowed, nigga
I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smokin' is my profession
Let's get it...