Smoke DZA, Mara Hruby, Kendrick Lamar - How Far We Go (Uptown 81) lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smoke DZA, Mara Hruby, Kendrick Lamar - How Far We Go Uptown 81 lyrics]
Ya still livin'
And get on down with this THC vision
The last of a dying breed
Too many whack artists
So tell em Parappa the
Rapper nigga rap harder
Like being garbage some type of disease
I take em out their misery
Make it harder to breathe
Ain't no problem to me, call me Father MC
Pay homage to a God, bitch fall on your knees
Hood booga wannabe house wife gassed off nini
High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV
But this real, fuck how you feel
Call of Duty mode with these verses
Lot of kills first niggas doubted the flow
Now how you feel?
If this was back in the days
You'd get a lot of gills
Gimme mines, I really rhyme yup really I'm
One of the illest niggas doin' it
Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds
They try to style on a New York nigga
Like my flow ain't cold like
A New York winter i don't stunt, I regulate
Seen empires separate
Best friends kill best friends everyday
For petty sake not even heavyweight
It's never good
There's a Rich Porter story in every hood
DZA
No matter how far we go
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Know my niggas stay down, we all we know
We gotta get it so we live it just
Remember what we do and won't stop
My turbulence put a burden on young herbs
Once it's crackin' it's a chain
Reaction minus Yung Berg
I'm on the verge of excellence kill
Em off with no evidence
Take a shot at the Excorcist then
X em out with these words
Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Big AK's like Alicia Keys abbreviated
And nowadays niggas stand behind
Em like Clive Davis clyde Drexler
Before the hood got dribbled niggas
Right up on the stretcher
An understatement said that K
Lamar was under pressure
Don't press ya luck when I'm pressed for time
Cuz when the press get this verse
Their sure to press rewind
The president's prayer can't save
Us in my cul-de-sac there's codeine
Crack and cognac enough violence to
Keep the devil smilin' while
We whilin' on them corners with
Them ropes and rats
Nigga build a trap house
Hope his homies don't run his trap
See the Feds and tap out that's wrestler shit
Don't rest your case as a gangsta
Because you wrestled your bitch
We move in silence
Like the potato tip when we ridin'
And we ride rotten
2 choppers found dirty sirens
You ain't been where I been
I know where I'm goin'
And life's a bitch, I know that she hoing
I know what I'm sewing, what I reap
I know that I'm flowing like water
From sea or water from creek
And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin
Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em
Accepted by yo new bitch
Yo old bitch and yo BM
Y'all always on that BS and
PS I'm takin all fades
I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way
No matter how far we go
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Know my niggas stay down, we all we know
We gotta get it so we live it just
Remember what we do and won't stop