Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Sounwave
Sounwave
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Matt Martians
Matt Martians
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sounwave
Sounwave
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh-uh, fuck that (fuck that) 8 doobies to the face, fuck that 12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that 2 pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again Pick him up, then I set him in cold water Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin Hope that take the pain away From the feeling that he feel today You know when you part of Section .80 Feel like no one can relate 'Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner Marijuana, endorphins, make you stronger, stronger I'm in the house party trippin' off My generation sippin' cough syrup like it's water Never no pancakes in the kitchen Man, not one our lives is caught up In the daily superstition that the world is 'bout to end Who gives a fuck? We never do listen Unless it comes with an 808 (A melody and some hoes) PlayStation and some drank (Technology bumping soul) Looking around and all I see Is a big crowd, that's product of me And they probably relatives Relevant for a rebel's dream Yep, her president is black, she black too Purple label on her back, but that tab is light blue She take it straight to the head Then she look at me, she got A.D.H.D 8 doobies to the face, fuck that 12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that 2 pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Like woah-oh-oh, woah (Don't got a limit, just gimme some more with it) (Don't got a limit just gimme some more with it) (They always told me A.D.H.D did it) And then she started And then she started feelin' herself Like no one else in this apartment Beg your pardon Oh, I rap baby, how old are you? She say 22, I say 23 Okay then, we all crack babies Damn, why you say that? She said, where my drink at? I'ma tell you later, just tell your neighbors And the police relax I stood up, shut the blinds Closed the screen, jumbotron Made to the back, where she reside Then she said, read between the lines Yep, hope that I get close enough When the lights turn down And the fact that she just might open up When the Nuvo start to drown her body And I, know the both of us really deep in the mood now It's nothing we can do now Somebody walked in with a pound Of that Bay Area kush She looked at me then looked, at it Then she grabbed it Then she said, get it understood You know why we crack babies Because we born in the 80s That A.D.H.D crazy 8 doobies to the face, fuck that 12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that 2 pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist Like woah-oh-oh, woah (Don't got a limit just gimme some more with it) (Don't got a limit just gimme some more with it) (They always told me A.D.H.D did it) You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Double cup, deuce, four, six Just mix it in Sprite Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, dro, hoes Whatever you like You can have all my shine I'll give you the light
Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Matthew Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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