Hope, Kendrick Lamar - Compton's Finest lyrics

I’m a Nestor Ave tibby rock thrower
Nightlife liver, still waiting to throw up
25 cents, Now & Later, and a soda
Snotty nosed kids slap boxing on the corner
Yeah, that’s me right there
Sandy little Jordans and the
Swoosh in his hair in the overall shorts
I ain’t have a care in the world
Contact, ‘cause my call right there
I thought I was Pac when
‘Hit ‘Em Up’ came out
Got in trouble for the music
I was playin’ it loud
Read the credit's to all the CDs in the house
With the bottle I was rockin’ the crowd
I was eight when I wrote
My first rap line down
Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch
Are you feeling me? Back in third
Grade I was killing it
If y’all don’t get the metaphor
It’s all elementary
Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool
Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school
Ready for the action, if it happened
I was cool i ain’t see ‘em, if you do
Tell my daddy I’m a fool, kendrick

Kendrick Lamar
Plain old Kendrick the Average Joe
But not the average flow, just
Willing to make it, ock
That boy’s bacon, he got
Relations with Satan, pops
This type of greatness is
Well-awaiting the fatal shots
Now what you know about
Them Westside streets?
We was five like deep
Rapping the best of Mobb Deep
Rapping my best in my sleep
That’s if I ever slept
Countin’ bars while you countin’ sheep
You lookin’ at the best
God-given, I’m been spitting since Pokémon
Cards and yo yos sauconies Girbaud jeans
When Wayne made "bling-bling"
I was hip-hopping
Makin’ ‘em hop, have a pogo
Let’s get this cream, cold stones
I’m fallin’ off, hold on
When peeling off, BMX bikes
Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like
A pizza and a cold Sprite peace to the world
I close my door and make love to the beat
Then fuck your girl that was KDot then

Top-tier, I’m here, they call me King Hope
With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock
Street hop from the bottom
We on the street’s top
It’s all scenic, believe it
You’ll get your bean popped

I give you my album in replacement of Detox
I drop shit with ease to let y’all eavesdrop
On my style, eyes of an owl as they watch
Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch

Or get thrown on the pit
I was thrown on stages
Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing
My flow ’96, your flow ‘06
Your flow "eh, cool…", my flow "oh shit!"

You flow don’t exist
We co-exist with the UFOs
Goddamnit, stranded on planets that
You don’t know
The aliens panic, pack they bags
They hit the road
The truth, the phone booth
The greatness take it's toll