Kendrick Lamar – Don’t Kill My Vibe

Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
I’m fuckin’ this industry hard
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
In the White House with a mink
Don’t fuck up my high (fuck up my high)
I know you heard me nigga, this is a burpee nigga
Things I don’t understand
I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
I am a sinner, who’s probably gonna sin again
The last that would try to pass a good job
Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
No, I don’t ‘member you, I don’t intend to empty my memory bank
I’m lookin’ to be the god MC
Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
They tell me you nice and I’m like, "wait"
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I got my drink, I got my music
Pipe down on the curb when you heard that I got these words to the upper echelon, that’s excellent
I would share it but today I’m yelling
I’m bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey, you thought I was fresh out the yard
Nigga, Puffy Daddy wasn’t your favorite
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
Leader of the new school
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again
To put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Smokin’ this shit like I’m tryna’ prove a point
And when the water reside, you’re Bobby Boucher
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I can feel your energy from two planets away
Can’t hear myself think
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I’m running the map bitch, I’m here nigga
I’ve been in my wave like twenty years straight
Go get me a knife, you’re looking like steak and when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
Things I don’t understand
I kill ’em all when they try to kill my vibe!
Mini-14 like bla’!
Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
Sometimes I need to be alone
All up in the hall like a mall
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Don’t waste my breath
I’ve been on my vibe like twenty years straight
I’m the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that’s your motherfuckin’ funeral (haha)
Lyrical exercise
Picture lil’ ol’ me giving a fuck from what a fuck nigga gotta say
I’m more than another statistic, my nigga, this courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Right now, homie, I’m in the extra vibe
Let a young nigga get by!
I’ll wait
Y’all keep the numbers
Look inside of my soul and you can find gold
So many washed up with detergent
I can feel your energy from two planets away
Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Empty out another magazine like bla’!
And still be straight (still be straight)
Back to this joint
I would share it but today I’m yelling
Love me on the East like I’m Chuck D
I look at the game and see porn there
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Sittin’ next to Hillary smellin’ like dank
World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters’ best ’cause I didn’t drop the ball
Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
Sometimes I need to be alone
You ain’t get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
I ministered this generation my fort
But I don’t dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla’!
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
And maybe get rich, hol’ up
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
I got my drink, I got my music
Don’t cry to me dummy, you’re a lightweight
I got a P89 in a suitcase
Running through that bitch like it’s my house
Rumors on the ground gettin’ too loud, please turn them shits down (down, down)
It’s a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know how many moons a nigga got left
If Shawn’s a black Beatle then I need a ten second drum solo, bitch, see you at Woodstock ah
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I’d be Black Swan
Told niggas when I was sixteen that I’d write a sixteen