Wat's Wrong (feat. Zacari & Kendrick Lamar) (Explicit)

Wat's Wrong - Isaiah Rashad/Zacari/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Written by：Dave Free/Zacari/KendrickLamar/Isaiah Rashad

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top

And run on sins and front on friends

If we don't win then pay your tithes and mend your fins

And we alright the ko kins and big old rims

And la hoes if that ain't rolled up I ain't go

I ain't home I ain't them I ain't them

No more ends and no more trends

And photo tint and photo lens notice this

Pour this sh*t bonafide woe is me

Bowl of grease naked pimp beamin' up clean as f**k

Other side chill for niggas makin' life look clear for niggas

Hill for niggas tip top cliff for niggas this the vision side to side

So give the ni**a if we honest you gon' miss a ni**a

Twisted with 'em this the isms

See your b**ch might kiss a ni**a which ni**a get specific

Big a** pot wrist is glistened your list is sh*t

And your if it isn't let's call some titties and scar your face

The robe of wrongs has caught a case

Other niggas they mob like cartise from far away

All my niggas like calm down

Lovin' life above a reason just can't find it like a dozen people

Catch that vibe at night and bobby whitney

Get too tired to write and died in prison

Felt like rob tonight lost my god tonight

Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another roll another one

And put it all in the air now

How many souls do you touch a day

How many hoes do you f**k a day

How many flows do your thought convey

How many know you can't walk away

Depending on the way I feel I might kill everybody around me

Might heal everybody around me how the wind blow

Open your window at the debris and never let me in

I kick back with kick though

Maybe if I could live a hundred years that be real

Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' these homonyms

Crazy my other show went to my mom 'n''em

My daddy said a mercedes had haunted him

But now he got one I'm ridin' shotgun

With a three piece chicken dinner and shot gun

I bring your weekend to an end and pop one

I'm in the deep end boss ni**a you not one

And I believe in kool aid and god's son

Do you believe that black man is our son

I made enough residuals to hide some

I gave enough my niggas know I divide some

I told zay I'm the best rapper since twenty five

Been like that for a while now I'm twenty nine

Any ni**a that disagree is a f**kin' liar

Pardon me see my alter ego was gemini

He and I been around ever since reagan was criticized

Might stay in the trump tower for one week

Spray paint all the walls and smoke w**d

F**k them and f**k y'all and f**k me

I proceed my last check in proceeds

To all the kids the hood the bricks the books

To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs

The word to give the life we live as I get

So ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another roll another one

And put it all in the air now

Oh you got two xannies oh just don't forget me

Love me for the moment hug me like a sibling

We ain't that important vice cops in the kitchen

Grew with apollonia all in the air now rob was makin' chicken

Beat me down you beat me down reorganize my face

Now when I go home I don't know what my fam gon' say

They say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday

Thoughts was always cheap cheap cheap

But now let's talk 'bout me me me me me

Lately I been comin' this ain't goin' how I wanted

When I pull up at your window b**ch come out you hear that beep beep beep

Faithful as your ebt closer than you momma can

Anger when you rang up I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again

Freak me out keep me out why they always leave me out

Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my cd now

Don't we look like cp and nirvana on that keep me pound

Please be down I been more than late

Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another roll another one

And put it all in the air now

All in the air now

All in the air now

I called to tell you the story of when a few years

I gave my pops uh cilvia cilvia demo and my pops said uh

He listened to it for about a week came back to me said uh dang

Boy why they talkin''bout he gon' run up in

Somebody house he he talkin''bout you