B-Boyz

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Yeah It's We The Best It's YMCMB One time for Top Dawg Entertainment (Olympicks) [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Talk about it, make 'em talk about it Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it And your life to me is lifeless like it's livin' on life support I licensed everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart Nigga, play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one And I must've won that from anybody who had it, or better yet, forgot it Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a MAC in the back of a 'Lac with a latch on the back of the trunk Hit a punk in the back with the pump in the back 'til he's off-balance And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent And I'm back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance Iraq on the block, he watch with a block of whatever, he ain't cut no cut More guns, more guts, fuckboy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin' Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip headfirst smilin' Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin' On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch [Interlude: Ace Hood] Ace Hood Birdman, what they do, big dog? Mack Maine, what's crackin', foe? Big money [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Okay, nigga, ridin' in a May-B, and I'm probably with Baby Don't talk, nigga, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey Okay, big money on this side Hundred grand for the whip my bitch drive Need a new safe, money gettin' too high Dead presidents all in my Levi's Boy, I swear this nigga be swaggin', and I'm livin' lavish Might cop me an Aston Martin on 'em Anything I drive, I own 'em Bad bitch and that ass ain't normal Gotta put that pound game on her Beat it up, she deep in a coma I'm super paid, two shows a day My Rollie gold, no time to waste What it do, Bird? My fuckin' brother Keep that pistol by me like my lovely mama Hot as the summer, cold as the winter Stay on them charts, I heard that they plottin' my timber Young nigga, got a lot of flows Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control [Interlude: Birdman] Just like that, boy Death forbids honor, you understand me? Dedication, respect Fully loaded, yeah [Verse 3: Birdman] Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger Uptown gangster, get it how we get it Third Ward soldier, suicide rider Militant minded, hundred mil' on the counter Hand Persian rug, nigga, flame on the Bugatti Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models Higher than Bugatti, nigga, fishin' on the fishscales Nose divin' for them hundreds, strapped up, makin' mail Fr-fresher than I been before Higher than we ever been, shinin' on them twenty-fours Junior doin' time, ho On the grind, ho, while he doin' time, ho [Interlude: Mack Maine] Ya know That time is money and money still was made, baby Eight months ain't stop nothin', nigga It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, you understand? Yeah [Verse 4: Mack Maine] I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers That's why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us I came a long ways from rhymin' up in crazy cyphers Man, I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers (Tune) Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow, and Fail, boy My flow Lucifer, I spit hell, boy My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand And I hold my niggas down, boy, like a kickstand (Young Money) Get off my nuts, stop actin' like a bitch, fam Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow your own dick, damn I went from watchin' time fly on El and Red porch (To what?) To cruisin' through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force Stand-up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for? I went from makin' money from people with crack habits To thankin' God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket Amen [Outro] (Olympicks)