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

What you want?
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt
La di da di da, slob on me knob
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
Changes
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
[Intro: James Blake]
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
My tank on full, you know, unleaded

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch Do it bite back, lil’ bitch?
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret
Not your message, not your freedom
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Not your reason, not your future
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch

I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
Is you gon’ do something?
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Part II

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
Red light, green light, they like, we like
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
Not your father, not your brother Who am I?
All hail King Killmonger
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I rain all day, you know, confetti
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)

Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss

Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Not your people, not your neighbor
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
Part I
Not your baby, not your equal
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
Yeah, God, tee off the day
[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
My shit’s been ready, my check’s been ready
Not the title y’all want me under
Fast cars
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch

Red light, green light, they like, we like
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
I was absent, never OG, standout
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)