Kendrick Lamar, Isaiah Rashad, Zacari - Wat’s Wrong lyrics

Ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah

I cut my hair and bump my
Head and fell on top
And run on sins, and front on friends
If we don't win then pay your
Tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong
If I ain't gone
I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends
And photo tint and photo lens, notice this
Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me
Bowl of grit's, naked pimp, beamin' up
Clean as fuck other side chill for niggas
Makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas
This the vision side to side
So give the nigga
If we honest you gon' miss a nigga
Twisted with 'em, this the isms
See your bitch might kiss a nigga
Which nigga? Get specific
Big ass pot, wrist is glistened
Your list is shit and your, if it isn't
This cost some titties and scar your face
The wrong of wrongs has caught a case
Other niggas they Mobb like Carter
Say from far away
All my niggas like "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason
Just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?
Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now let's go

How many souls do you touch a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your thought convey?
How many know you can't walk away?
Depending on the way I feel
I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me
How the wind blow
Open your window, let the debris in
Never let me in i kick back with kick do'
Maybe if I could live hundred
Years that be real?
Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms
Crazy, my other show went to
My mom 'n' 'em
My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him
But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun
With a three-piece chicken dinner
And shot gun
I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one
I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one
And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son
Do you believe that Black man is our sun?
I made enough residuals to hide some
I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some
I told Zay
I'm the best rapper since twenty-five
Been like that for a while now
I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar
Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini
Him and I been around ever
Since Reagan was criticized
Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week
Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed
Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me
I proceed my last check in proceeds
To all the kids, the hood, the bricks
The books
To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs
The word, to give the life we live as I get
So ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now let's go

Oh you got two Xannies, oh
Just don't forget me love me for the moment
(all in the air now) hug me like your sibling
Weed ain't that important
Vice cops in the kitchen grew with Apollonia
(all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you beat me down
Reorganize my face now when I go home
I don't know what my fam gon' say
Zay, say it ain't love cause
You bought flowers yesterday
Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap
But now let's talk 'bout me, me, me
Lately I been comin'
This ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch
Come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
Faithful as your EBT
Closer than you momma kin
Anger when you rang about my dog
But I'm gon' call again
Freak me out, keep me out
Why they always leave me out
Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait
To have my CD now
Don't we look like CP and Nirvana
On that keep me pound
Please be down, I been more than late
Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now let's go

Okay, I'ma tell you this story
Mana few years
Ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia
Cilvia Demo and my
Pops said, uhhe listened to it
For about a week
Came back to me, said, uhsaid, "Dang, boy
Whyzay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in
Somebody house? Hehehe talkin' 'bout you?"