The Heart Part 4 Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Don't tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel 'round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift's
Been devoted to f**king up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lamping in Jamaica
The clouds turning, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil
Yo I been determined to make an earning
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid's future
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest n!gga
You know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but—

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil' sh!t
I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' b!tch
Tiptoeing around my name, n!gga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don't you just tell me you was just playing
"Oh, I was just playing, K-Dot
C'mon, you know a n!gga rock with you, bro"
Shut the f**k up, you sound like the last n!gga I know
Might end up like the last n!gga I know
Oh, you don't wanna clash? N!gga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hopping out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yelling, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherf**ker, I've died
What you hearing now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, n!gga (Facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, n!gga (Facts)
I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, n!gga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, n!gga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' lears
Mo' bars, no peers, no scars
No fear—f**k y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body reverting to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash
N!ggas is fake rich, b!tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God coming
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to something
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignoring the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gone blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
But when the sh!t get bracking, don't you ask for me
How many leaders gone tell you the truth after me?
G Malone, big bro, kudos to him
I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it's like that
Dropped one classic, came right back
'Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E's—it's not a game
And the whole world is going mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beating up on my n!ggas while the CO's watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played
I might slap the sh!t out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul
They throwing me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Naw, I don't like that)
Look at my smile, I'm smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, f**k!)
So many verses, you live in denial (F**k!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-as* down!
(Sit yo punk-as* down)
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the back scenes
(What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "That King"
I'll let y'all worry about a list
I'm on some other sh!t
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get y'all sh!t together

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
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