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skeme - one run lyrics

[intro: skeme]
rest in peace, dolla

[verse 1: skeme & dubb]
yeah, (uh) still hustle for a dinner plate (no)
you ain’t know how to be hard then lemme demonstrate (ah) (woo)
pardon me while i ventilate (hey)
it’s money in the floor, but it’s more money in the safe (yeah)
i got it on me, homie—nah, i ain’t finna play (nah)
shots fly while my brother played get_away (no)
i’m still talkin’ ’bout guns and b_tches
like that ain’t the reason that i done lost half of my n_ggas (yeah)
uh, i’m doin’ my due diligence (ah)
tryna see millions, (ah) i perform billions (ah)
d_ck, and resilient; (ah) women screamin’, schemin’
say they love my music—oh, they never seen me on the tv, huh? (aha)
inglewood, what it’s lookin’ like? (ah)
my n_gga gone—made me take a different look at life (yeah)
yeah, feet planted on the curb
screamin’, “f_ck a b_tch n_gga!” both hands punk a bird (f_ck ’em)
lookin’ like pac, (ah) tryna be sutn similar (yeah)
cut they hands off if them n_ggas ain’t feelin’ ’em (ah)
execution flow—every bar, b_tch, i’m k!llin’ ’em (uh)
fans, i be stealin’ ’em; ain’t n0body real as him (no)
whether owe a third or you dog or you crew (what up?)
if you hustlin’ by nature then this song’s for you (what up?)
i don’t give a f_ck what they say is wrong to do
all of my motherf_ckin’ future don’t belong to you (yeah)
f_ck is wrong witchu? do you know me, boy? (no)
f_ck the car—b_tch, i keep a pistol on me, boy (aha)
i’m the f_ckin’ main target, (hey) no decoy
ride out ’til i’m gone; i will not deploy (aha)
inglewood d_boy; (yeah) you nothin’ like me, boy (nah)
trap (nah) to the rat, (nah) hustlers (nah) turned b_boy (aha)
uh, i say you nothin’ like me, boy (yeah)
trap to the rat, (it’s dubb) hustlers turned b_boy (go)
[verse 2: dubb & skeme]
south central n_gga grew up wit’ no chips (uh)
now, i got money out the ass—no sh_t (ha)
link dubb or skeme, hit the studio to get it (it’s dubb)
oh, they say he the biggest thing in inglewood since before me? (yeah)
i’m the king of my city, you a p_wn
bad b_tches throw they thongs (uh) off the songs i perform (uh)
look, my buzz lightyears ahead of ya
so i’ma run this sh_t to infinity and beyond—gone!
i’m outta this world, on my own planet (yeah)
quarterback gun, throwin’ bullets like peyton manning
‘nother call it eli—now, they hate to see why (what else?)
got my own pilot, ’cause a n_gga be fly
i don’t need a chauffeur—i’m always in the air
life’s a b_tch, but i don’t care, so i’m goin’ in the bear
never step foot into a prison, but it convict (yeah)
yeah, that’s yo’ girl, but that girl be on my d_ck
that ho was a car then that ho’d have mileage (haha)
money over b_tches over her where money piles is (yeah)
in the spot where the bricks is and the pounds is
i’m a dog tryn’ stay away from the pound, b_tch
[?] finest; 2010 dogg pound, b_tch (uh)
k!ll the mainstream, i done k!lled the underground sh_t (already)
mixtape after mixtape—sh_t, wait
labels passed me by—that was a mistake
put it all on the line, give my all all the time (uh)
went from sittin’ on the pine—now, i’m on the snortin’_line: up
wack rappers, know ya time’s up (bad)
lil’ dude, but they can’t seem to size up (nah)
i’m a giant, (what?) rap kobe bryant (yeah)
punchline flow—it weren’t rap, i’d start a riot (uh)
yeah, now, i’m onto the next sh_t
i done went in—now, it’s time for me to exit (go)
[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
dikembe or tetris
we on ya block, n_gga—call the cops
or preparate for ya death wish
this ain’t a genie—this is premitated murder wit’ a burner and a beam
black hoodie on like i’m omarion
remember b2k?
open up the trunk, i bet it be two ks—that’s light work
that’s caretakers and respirators at kaiser
oh, i forgot i ‘pposed to keep the peace
but most of y’all keep showin’ me mark of the beast
aimin’ for my halo, tryna peel it off
i’m peelin’ backwards; pop a shot then kiss the cross
hail mary two times, [?], tabernacle
lay ’em down sweet—peach cobbler, caramel apple
you ain’t on beat, fallin’ off—let me catch you
then take you back to the cliff and let the edge have you
sh_t, i’m on some other sh_t
i know they got a covenant to make me fall—a legend
y’all’ll get k!lled by the government; burner copy
they pay me a dub just for dubbin’ it; chuck the deuce and start dougie_in’
holla! watch me pop my collar like fonzworth
sink my t__th in the neck of rottweilers
pitbull, i drool—they call me mad dog
stomach full off weed brownies and mad dawg
who a hipster? i grew up ’round pirus and cripsters
genocide stigma
so much hate, we couldn’t even criticize hitler
visualize angry guys lightin’ up the block until that motherf_cker christmas
f_ck a mistletoe
we lettin’ off the missles, yo—better pay attention
yeah, see, it’s all copastetic
i’m good in my city—get you k!lled on credit
my name hold leverage, a long_term affair
i’ma always be here; you can stay bald_headed
amber rose’s white powder under ya noses
guppies and goldfish, the shark is patrollin’
just think of us bowlin’, and stay in ya lane
and when you try to keep it gutter, i’ma keep it the same
you dig me? me and skeme schemin’ on you b_tches
how y’all the sh_t when y’all ain’t even got a pot to p_ss in?
[outro: kendrick lamar]
hahaha!
kendrick lamar
top dawg

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