Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake – King’s Dead

Changes
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready

And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
[Intro: James Blake]
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready

Part II
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)

Fast cars
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
I was absent, never OG, standout
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
Not your people, not your neighbor
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up

I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
(should I keep it?) I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it?

Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
All hail King Killmonger
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
Part I
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Not your reason, not your future
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
My shit’s been ready, my check’s been ready

Not your father, not your brother Who am I?
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
Is you gon’ do something?
Not your baby, not your equal
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Not your message, not your freedom

What you want?
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Not the title y’all want me under
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
Red light, green light, they like, we like

Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch Do it bite back, lil’ bitch?
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]