[Verse: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah... Hit the East Side of the LBC On a mission trynna find Mr. Warren G When I jumped off the porch, I was forced into last resort Of a typical short end, of course where that took us course Hoarse for yelling out Demons that fought inside of me, talk society how to rejoice Killers aside of me, privacy obviously was lost Fraud, Piracy of the streets of my Odyssey Caught a bullet that probably destroyed A good kid in a mad city slightly annoyed I walk out the street with no heat and wanted to beef when i"m just a vegan Reeking the scent of a saint, sinner smelling the stars squeezing Pillars stumbling straight to my melon apparent reason Probably because i'm a cousin, cousin of blood that blooded in public And Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin But you ain't' no friend of me, instead of Kendrick i'm Kennedy Assassinate my character, sure, if that's your remedy Fair enough, i got enemies, but guess who bang? But that's the repercussion like when your cousin is cussing a blood and your by yourself at the Compton parade Good kid, mad city, life or death, is you with me?
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