Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul - Ignorance lyrics

Yeah i ain't gon' waste no
Time for these beggars look

At first sight
You thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like
A phantom become a fan?
You prolly workin' on a mixtape of your own
You prolly reached out to get me on a song
But I ain't holla backs
You feel like I'm full of shit
You might even consider comin'
Up with a diss
And I only encourage that if you
Want a cease to exist
You niggas search for the hit's
I'm just markin' off my list
And if I had one wish
All of y'all would disappear with
The flick of a risk i figure shit
The game is overpopulated with ball


You need a thug war, bro
For the stunts y'all pour
But in this day and age
You can't mix the way that enter
And who needs attention if
It ain't in descender? And yeah
I'm a sinner like everybody else is
So I won't need your help long
As God will forgive her
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me, I learned from wise men
I read the newspaper over
Cigarettes and coffee
And they only interests is
Benefit's on war street
And you look up to niggas
Movin' bricks in the OT
But you ain't about shit
That's what dude Dogg taught me
No sixes on sprees but a bucket on
But one missin' on the driver
Side, and I love that, uh
When I rode through the city
It give me a rush yeah, I'm high off life
But I'm rollin' blunts
Big boss stick broads
It might scroll 'em up
Short shot like when it's open, what?
I see you scopin', we should
I'm stonin' like a straight
Out the coursin'
Marchin', I put on for my soil
Plant the seed ever seen
So if I happen to leave
Just preferred to leave
With no college, I'm still cold
Droppin' degrees and all
Everything ain't what it seems
But they're all actors
They belong in a scene
But no scholar, payin' homage to Curtis King
'Cause I a dream
I wonder if niggas like will ever
Make it big as Jigga
For bein' a lyricist and not a pretender
You tend to niggas to surrender
'Cause when I return like inter
I'ma end ya see I was mentored
Filled around the ignorance
That young boy kick it like all three inches
Legend on the block
Shout out to legend in block
And when it get greasy, I just call
Been greasy
Easy, ask ScHoolboy about my group
Smoke up all this weed and
Don't drop one hoop
Tryna make moves, but punch keeps sayin'
That patience is virtual and it's maybe true
But I can't wait to rain
Like a hurricane came through
Get this woman and if y'all
Can't get it then
I'ma just for Kendrick, yeah

Uh, straight out the gate
I represent for heavy, section eight
House in the comfort
There's more to accomplish
The bomb, Hiroshima's atomic
My palm over the book of Psalms, promise
To God I keep it honest, mind
Over matter, my subject matters, I land mines
I'm on a bubble like a
My hustle got Nipsey on his toes
We 'bout to pimp that game
Like a book of Chico word to Roc and Ab-Soul
ScHoolboy Q, money longer than any jewel
That's how we tryna get it and
If you say you got it
I'm sure you gotta take it back like
In the price 'cause it's winnin'
We all, you're all bitches, no pun intended
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to turn
It up this year, bro
Bust it through your, they all wanna rock
I don't know if I'm or a Guitar Hero
Ever since, new always seen these zeros
Trips overseas like a extra blood
Protection out 'cause I know they
Hate to show me love
My 'cause I like to really cook it up
Soufflé for, Lupe eminem and André
Weezy-F baby or any rapper
Out from the eighties i'm a
They wanna put they money on me
I'd rather to send them checks to
That's more important than me fillin'
Your ass with poison
Quite frankly, you can't change me
So put me in your CD changer
And admit it's a banger
I admit I'm a stranger to givin' up
No exceptions make your girl
Famous for givin' butts
It's eight-seven, hop in a to pet shop
Close your eyes
Play track number five and see God
Copped the state of mind
That's the state of mines
I make my city make noise
You just make your moms see the godfather
I could probably date your moms
Make Ab the godfather when I
Fuck a couple times, haha
Like call me Guitar Hero, or call me Dada
Sister days of Dada, I been on my shit, nigga
And you ain't shit, nigga
Just shit on a and if they shit on my single
I'll be loadin' up the nana clip
Ready to mingle
I take it personal and now west
DJ is the first to go

Not all level just somethin'