For Free? (Interlude) versuri

Versuri Kendrick Lamar – For Free? (Interlude) lyrics

[Produced by Terrace Martin]

[Intro: Darlene Tibbs]
Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho ass nigga
I don’t know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain’t shit
Walking around like you God’s gift to Earth, nigga, you ain’t shit
You ain’t even buy me no outfit for the Fourth
I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin’
I shouldn’t be fuckin’ with you anyway
I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga
You’s a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it
Your homies know it, everybody fuckin’ know
Fuck you, nigga, don’t call me no more
You won’t know, you gonna lose on a good bitch
My other nigga is on, you off
What the fuck is really going on?

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
This dick ain’t free
You lookin’ at me like it ain’t a receipt
Like I never made ends meet, eating your leftovers and raw meat
This dick ain’t free
Livin’ in captivity raised my cap salary
Celery, tellin’ me green is all I need
Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines
This dick ain’t free, I mean, baby
You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes
Without a Mercedes-Benz and twenty-four inch rims
Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents?
Hell fuckin’ naw, this dick ain’t free
I need forty acres and a mule
Not a forty ounce and a pitbull
Bullshit, matador, matador
Had the door knockin’, let ‘em in, who’s that?
Genital’s best friend, this dick ain’t free
Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper
Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious
Kept me up watchin’ pornos in poverty, apology? No
Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself
Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help
This dick ain’t free
Matter of fact, it need interest
Matter of fact, it’s nine inches
Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business
Pension, more pension, you’re pinchin’ my consensus
Been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings
Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck, it’s more abortion
More divorce courts and portion
My check with less endorsement left me dormant
Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with
Fuck you think is in more shit?
Porcelain pipes pressure, bust ‘em twice
Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman
Oh, America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton and made you rich
Now my dick ain’t free

[Outro: Darlene Tibbs]
I’ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up
You ain’t no king

Written by: Terrace Martin / Kendrick Lamar / Rose McKinney / Robert Glasper