Kendrick Lamar, Bilal, Thundercat, Anna Wise - To Pimp A Butterfly Medley (The Late Show with Stephen Colbert) lyrics

You know once upon a time, not long ago
There was a caterpillar that lived life slow
And a couple inches he stood
And he said to the butterfly, "What's good?"
And the butterfly told him one day
He gon' make him rich
And then they said something else
I don't remember what they said
But I think it was something
Like the lines of:

When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum on wedding ring


Married to the game and a bad thing chose
When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap
Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with a Cuban link on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million
Dollar check hold on

We should've never gave
We should've never gave brothers
Money go back home, money go back home
We should've never gave
We should've never gave brothers
Money go back home, money go back home

This feeling is unmatched
This feeling is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us with no
Tentative tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer
But I did it in fact
You admitted it once I submitted
It wrapped in plastic
Remember scribbling scratching diligent
Sentences backwards
Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction

(KDot) Oh, what's going on?
(Something's on my mind) I think
Something on my mind, too
(I think it's about that time) I
Think it's about that time
(Put a little pimping in my pocket) Hit me!

I got a bone to pick, uh
I don't want you monkey-mouth sitting
In my throne again (Hold up)
I'm mad (he mad) , but I ain't stressing, noo
True friends, one question

Tell me, where you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, whole world talking
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Tell me where you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, whole world talking
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him

When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
The yam is the power that be, be, be, be, be
You can smell it when I'm
Walking down the street
(Oh yes we can, oh yes we can)
I can dig rappin', wait!
But a rapper with a ghost writer
Tell me what happened to you? (Oh no)
No, I swore I wouldn't tell
But most of y'all sharing bars like you got
The bottom bunk in a two man cell
(A two man cell?) something's in the water
(Something's in the water)
And if I gotta brown nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a dumb
Dumb baller

Tell me, where were you when I was walking?
Now I run the game got
The whole world talking, king Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Tell me where were you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, whole world talking
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him

When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor, RIP
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
Hol' up 24 7, 365 days times two
I was contemplating getting on stage
Go back to the hood, see my enemy and say

Tell me, where were you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got
The whole world talkin', king Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Tell me where were you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, whole world talkin'
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)

(You goat-mouth, mammy f)
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
Body suicidal, they ain't even need my help
This is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
Shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Flag in my city
Everybody's screaming "Compton!"
Probably run for Mayor when I'm done
To be honest
Put that on my Mama and my baby boo, too
(Twenty million walkin' out
The court building, woo woo)

Aahh, aahh, aahh!
I place blame on you still
Place shame on you still
Feel like you ain't it
Feel like you don't feel
Confidence in yourself
Breaking on marble floors
Watching anonymous strangers
Telling me that I'm yours but you ain't it
I'm convinced your tolerance nothing special
What can I blame you for, I can name several
Situations, I'll start with your
Little sister baking
A baby inside, just a teenager
Where your patience?
What was your influence
Where was the influence you speak of?
You preached in front of 100
000 but never reached her i tell you
You damn failure you ain't no leader!
I never liked you
Forever despise you I don't need you!
The world don't need you
Don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, buck your pride too
That's for dedication
Thought money would change you
Made you more complacent
I hate you, I hope you embrace it i swear

Loving you is complicated
Loving you is -mplicated
Loving you is compli-
Loving you is complicated
Loving you is complicated
Loving you is complicated
Loving you is complicated
Loving you is complicated
Loving you is complicated
Loving you, not loving you, one hundred proof

(I can feel your body recognize
That you're ashamed of me)
You're afraid of me (Yes I hate you too)
Yes I

When you look in my eyes
Tell me there's more inside
Tell me you're feeling high
Tell me you're here tonight
Tell me you hear my pain
Hear my soul, how you feeling? Now you know
If you see it, if you would, God
Now get the gold, yeah! Wooh!