Kendrick Lamar - Momma lyrics

Oh, shit! I need that
I need that sloppy that sloppy (Yo, yo, yo)
Like a Chevy in quicksand yeah
That sloppy

This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap (West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
(West, west, west)
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 scribblin'
Scratchin' diligent sentences backwards
Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now, I can live in a stadium
Pack it the fastest
Gamblin' Benjamin benefit's
Sinnin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels
Linen fabric on fashion
Winnin' in every decision
Kendrick is master that mastered it
Isn't it lovely how
Menaces turned attraction? Pivotin' rappers
Finish your fraction while writing blue magic
Thank God for rap
I would say it got me a plaque
But what's better than that?
The fact it brought me back home

We been waitin' for you waitin' for you
Waitin' for you waitin' for you

I know everything
I know everything, know myself
I know morality, spirituality
Good and bad health
I know fatality might haunt you
I know everything
I know Compton, I know street shit
I know shit that's conscious
I know everything, I know lawyers
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I know wisdom, I know bad religion
I know good karma
I know everything, I know history
I know the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit
Isn't meant for me i know everything, I know
Cars, clothes, hoes, and money
I know loyalty, I know respect
I know those that's ornery
I know everything, the highs
The lows, the groupies, the junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart
I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded well
That's God's decision
I know you know that line's
For Compton School District
Just give it to the kids
Don’t gossip 'bout how it was distributed
I know how people work
I know the price of life
I'm knowin' how much it’s worth
I know what I know
And I know it well not to ever forget
Until I realized I didn’t know shit
The day I came home

We been waitin' for you waitin' for you
Waitin' for you waitin' for you

I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gap in his smile
Hand-me down sneakers
Bounced through the crowd
Run a number on man and
Woman that crossed him
Sun beamin' on his beady beads, exhausted
Tossin' footballs with his ashy, black ankles
Breakin' new laws mama passed
On home trainin'
He looked at me and said, "Kendrick
You do know my language
You just forgot because of what
Public schools had painted"
Oh, I forgot, "Don't Kill My
Vibe, " that's right, you're famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
But never mind, you're here right now
Don't you mistake it it's just a new trip
Take a glimpse of your family ancestor
Make a new list of everything
You thought was progress
And that was bullshit
I know your life is full of turmoil
Spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad for you
I can attempt to enlighten
You without frightenin' you
If you resist, I'll back off quick
Go catch a flight or two
But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace
Then be an advocate, tell your homies
Especially to come back home"

This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere

I been lookin' for you my whole life
An appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe
Where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind?
Tell me something, got me losing my mind, ah!

You make me wanna jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump let's talk about love

I been lookin' for you my whole life
An appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe
Where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me something, think I'm losing my mind
Ah!

I say
Where you at? From the front to the back
I'm lookin' for you
I react only when you react
Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the 38 special
Maybe you're in a dollar bill
Maybe you're not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to
Know how you feel maybe I'm paranoid, ha
Maybe I don't need you anyway
Don't lie to me, I'm suicidal anyway
I can be your advocate
I can preach for you if you
Tell me what the matter is