Kendrick Lamar – Poetic Justice (feat. Drake)

You can get it, you can get it
Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?" I’mma tell you where I’m from, OK? You gon’ tell me where you from, OK? "Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK?
I really wanna know you all
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Everybody else basic
It’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm

Better yet, where your friends and them?
[Skit]
[Verse 2: Drake]
And what we have common is pain
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
Read slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines
You’ve been taking
[Intro]
P.S
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell

You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Go, go!
You can get it, you can get it
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
It don’t make sense
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
Nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)

I mean you need to hear this
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
A fatal attraction is common
But I could never right my wrongs
You can get it, you can get it
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
I mean you need to hear this
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
P.S
And I know your taste is
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
"Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry"
I really hope you play this
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
And right before you go blind
Cold nights when you curse this name
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking in the mirror
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex

You called up your girlfriends and
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more

That’s your heartbeat
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Or it is a problem" "I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from?
Take you and your mama to the motherland
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Poetic justice, put it in a song
‘less I write it down for real, P.S
Clearly a lot for me to take in
You can get it, you can get it

Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
Poetic justice, put it in a song
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
I really wanna show you off
I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking for it, maybe
"Enough with all this talkin"
Sincerely, yours truly
Cause ol’ girl you test my patience
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
I could do it, maybe one day

Poetic justice, put it in a song
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
And you don’t run from where we come from
With poetic justice, poetic justice
Nigga, don’t approach her with that Atari
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
You live life on an everyday basis
You can get it, you can get it