Kendrick Lamar - Before He Was Famous Freestyle (Nickerson Gardens Cypha) lyrics

I'm more focused
See I'm nothing like you new the front lines
Thinking they hot cause they homies said
They was a few times
Which is too many times of lying to you
They telling a lie
The only time I lie in the booth
Is when I sleep in it record 24 hours
These niggas better get they bars up
I bench press this rap stuff
Got it locked like handcuffs
I threw away the key, my cool is on
She love my AC my jewels is on and I wish
One of y'all try robbing me
I shoot and have you laying between
The sheets with the Isley's
We push the coupe like a high speed and the
Helicopters come and realize theres
Nothing behind us, it's behind me
Your honor
I fuck over these beats with no condom
This ain't really a rap, it's a porno
Rewind it back
It's back to defining a loss, correct
They don't obey
Y'all ain't nice nigga, y'all just okay
Y'all more than a Lil Jon phrase
I'm Mike Jordan in his prime
A modern day Issac Hayes
Fingers on the shaft
New to the theme song of your career
Study my craft, you ignorant?
I can do it without a pen and a pad
It's inspiration
Something y'all have never had
If my pockets is something
You're trying to grab, see I
Pull out a rocket and peel
You back like scab, you old news
Old dudes get out my way let the young
Boy come through, don't mention my age, sHIT
I'm on a mission for pay and you
Astronaut niggas just crowding my space
You not in my atmosphere
You can act like you're here
But actually you ain't accurate fucking
With this music biz
The industry like "Fuck it
Let the music be his" no theme park
I'm not trying to amuse you kids
Small shark, Jaws is here jump in the water
Do we really fuck with president Carter?
My reply is that I can't
Stay away from the bosses
Got the bidding war popping like an auction
Five or ten labels like
"What he hitting for"?, seven zeros or more
Remember having Aftermath sitting on my door
Money in front of me I couldn't open the door
I'm so far ahead of my time I got
People 5 years from now pressing rewind
I'm hardly impressed with y'all
I hate rappers where the true artists at?
If it ain't a good picture you draw
Don't bring it to the architect
Often y'all arguing 'bout who got next
Claiming y'all running the game niggas
Is barely walking yet
Hopping all over beats without
Going through training camp
Try studying a few greats and then
Maybe you'll be where I'm at
Your songwriting ain't great
Your mixtape is mediocre
You recycle the same quotes, you're not
Switching your flow
Your flow in the same place
Don't just rap elaborate, expand
Try to be more creative perhaps
My rap friends, I ain't
Saying that you whack, psych
Like an invoice I'm just stating the facts
Right? The metaphors I write
In fact you've been a factor
You've feared your whole life, no TV show
Don't compare me with them
That's like Jaws vs nemo
A gorilla to a chimp, Jordan vs kukoc
A Tony Montana with blow in
His nose to a Nino