Nosetalgia (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

W-W-W-W-W-W-What is it?

Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson

I started out as a baby-faced monster

No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience

My teething ring was numbed by the 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

****, 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, cutting 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

Throwing punches in his room, if he cries, he cries

We don't drink away the pain when a **** die

We add a link to the chain, inscribe a **** name in your flesh

We playin' on a higher game of chess

Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fuck his bitch the best?

A million megapixels of the Pyrex

Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex

****, this is timeless, simply 'cause it's honest

Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus

****, this is Simon Says, Simon Red

Blood on your diamonds till you dying, dead, yuugh!

You better change what comes out your speaker

You better change, ch-change-ch-change-change-change

Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, day, aye (What is it?)

You wanna see a dead body?

Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party

Trouble's on my mind

I still smell crime, my little brother crying

Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis

Either that, or my auntie was stealing it

Hit the pipe and start feeling 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, **** don't pay attention

And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions

My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half

Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath

Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose

Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold

I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips

One thousand 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?"

I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect"

He said, "Well, ****, then show me how it all makes sense"

Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick

Your son dope, ****!

Now reap what you sowed, ****! (Please reap what you sowed, ****)

I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend

Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession

Let's get it

You better change what comes out your speaker

You better change, ch-change-ch-change-change-change

You better change what comes out your speaker

Th-th-th-th-th-they must be on the dick of who?

Th-th-th-th-th-they must be on the dick of who?