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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Over twenty years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder there’s diaper rash on my conscience

My teether has been numb with nonsense
Gem Star razor and a plate
Arm & Hammer and a mason jar, that’s my date

Then break the kitchen window, let it ventilate
‘Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a Minute Steak

Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beeps on me, two-tone boot jacket
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mules

Black Ferris Bueller Cut School With Her Jewels On
I couldn’t go wrong with a chest full of chains and an arm full of watches

What I sell for pain in the hood, I’m a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight envy
Like Ivan Drago, “If he dies, he dies”
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he roll, he roll
Kicking in his room, if he cries, he cries

We don’t drink the pain when a dude dies
We add a link to the chain, write a nigga name in your flesh

We’re playing on a higher chess set
Once you delegate his bills, who’s gonna fuck his female dog better?

A million megapixels of Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex
Nigga, it’s timeless, just because it’s honest
Pure like the fumes fucking with my sinuses

Nigga, it’s Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds till you die – die, uh!

“You better change what’s coming out of your speaker”
“You better change, ch-ch-change”
“Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee, dee-dee, dah-dee, day-ah” (What is it?)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Want to see a corpse?
Instrumentals from My Mom’s Christmas Party
The problem is in my mind
I still smell the crime, my little brother is crying
Smokers repeatedly buy my Sega Genesis
Either that or my aunt was stealing it

Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Ooh, wee, give me some slack, weed never did that
It was different, my God, Louise, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten, back when nine ounces gave you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas don’t pay attention

And when there’s tension in the air, the nines come with extensions
My dad turned a quarter piece into a four and a half
I took an L, started selling bubble baths to soap fiends

Broke her fingernails abusing her little finger to treat her nose
Open buttoned shirt, taco meat lying on its gold
I said, “Daddy, one day I’ll make you good with thirty-six zips
A thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich

Now you can rock it or sell it soft like leather interior
Drop some ice on it, Deebo on the perimeter”

He said, “Son, how come you think you’re my connection?”
I said, “Pops, your ass is washed, with all due respect”

He said, “Well, nigga, so show me how it all makes sense”
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your dope son, nigga!

Now reap what you sow, nigga! (Please reap what you sow, nigga)
I was born in 87, my grandfather is a legend
Now the same shit you used to smoke is my profession
Let’s make it our own

“You better change what’s coming out of your speaker”
“You better change ch-change, ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange”
“You better change what’s coming out of your speaker”
“MMMM-They must be on whose dick?”
“MMMM-They must be on whose dick?”

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