Kendrick Lamar, BJ The Chicago Kid - R.O.T.C (Interlude) lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar, BJ The Chicago Kid - R.O.T.C Interlude lyrics]
This is me thinking at 4: 43 AM, June 6th
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping
I need money now
Like should I start trapping?
If what I write down don't
Collect this very moment
Then I'm on it, no question
In the streets, my niggas is well connected
Let's see do I cop a pound of kush
Promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have me laying on soft
Cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss
I'm not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots
Chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work across
Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music zip to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo
Track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a
Shot from Patrick Ewing my nigga
What you doing on these corners whipping?
"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga
I guess I didn't i'm tryna get this dough
And easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies
Pushing V8 engines
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes
Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire
I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff
I need a new solution
Curb-serving, or I might be
In your store boosting
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be BIG
Don't wanna be Pac just give me your funds
AKA everything that you got
Or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock
Coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
Contraband, they yearn for the butt naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let
Off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly
Where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie
If you knew me you'll know I always had
A passion for riddling, writing
But lately, i've been thinking 'bout taking
Chances to brighten my future financially
So please don't be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga, "Front me
Let me put it on the strip"
Then give it back when I
Think about the consequence shit
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side oh darling
Cause there is a light that shines
Special for you, and me yeah
I take-I take take my chances-chances-chances
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
You've got to look at the other side
ROTC Right On Time Conscience
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping
I need money now
Like should I start trapping?
If what I write down don't
Collect this very moment
Then I'm on it, no question
In the streets, my niggas is well connected
Let's see do I cop a pound of kush
Promethazine or push some E?
Oxycontin have me laying on soft
Cotton when I sleep?
This is deep as the abyss
I'm not just rhyming on the beat
I be in spots
Chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work across
Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music zip to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo
Track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like a
Shot from Patrick Ewing my nigga
What you doing on these corners whipping?
"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga
I guess I didn't i'm tryna get this dough
And easy money sounds tempting
Especially when your homies
Pushing V8 engines
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes
Range Rovers rolling up
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire
I hope I got enough
This industry calling my bluff
I need a new solution
Curb-serving, or I might be
In your store boosting
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be BIG
Don't wanna be Pac just give me your funds
AKA everything that you got
Or everything getting shot, for nothing
Leave you in shock
Coughing up blood and mumbling
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
Contraband, they yearn for the butt naked
Fuck a verse, verses get let
Off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly
Where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie
If you knew me you'll know I always had
A passion for riddling, writing
But lately, i've been thinking 'bout taking
Chances to brighten my future financially
So please don't be mad at me
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
So I tell my nigga, "Front me
Let me put it on the strip"
Then give it back when I
Think about the consequence shit
There are times, when you need someone
I will be by your side oh darling
Cause there is a light that shines
Special for you, and me yeah
I take-I take take my chances-chances-chances
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
Pass me by, oh darling
You've got to look at the other side
ROTC Right On Time Conscience