The Heart Pt. 2 Lyrics - Singles - Kendrick Lamar

One two, one two, one two 

One two, one two, one two 

One two 

Turn the headphones up Ali 

One two 

You mix with Dre, right? 

Turn the headphones up 

When the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated 

That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated 

Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it 

But I could never rewrite history in a coffin 

So I'm talking to God, "Can you wash all these demons off me?" 

This last year I've been quite similar to Aaliyah 

Control my own destiny, only rapper that steered 

A G5, g's give high-fives to me and say, "Kendrick, just persevere." 

The presence of being real 

As I lay in this four corner room staring at candles 

Thinking, "How can I make an example, for this generation of Compton?" 

My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished 

Or turning back to that same accomplice 

My past life was a child with no act right 

Trying to smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site 

Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent 

Assuring that some blossom early and some truant 

Thank God for the album I idolized 

It's dark and plus hell is hot, that's the start of this crazy ride 

Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage 

And thought we was Jay and Dame 

Thats the lane that we tried to drive 

Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away 

I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse 

My nigga got hit 25 times with a K 

Make the decision, ride the beat or ride in a hearse 

Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach 

Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote 

His name on his record deal, we had figured the coast 

Would live on a pedestal, once the shit hit the store 

Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out 

Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought 

Q ain't got a place to stay, and 'bout to sleep on the couch 

We eating off each other tray, the dollar menu amount 

Meanwhile the coast going hard at each other 

The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort 

But I ain't need it 

I never screamed out the 'New West', I didn't believe it 

They brought each other down, I was planning out my achievements 

I need to separate myself to stand out 

I need a better way to take your fans now 

I need to kill you motherfuckers dead 

Three hollow tips aimed at your head 

I'll be damned if the chopper jam now 

And we never asked for no hand out 

In the midst of it all I recall a call when you said how 

We could never resolve in The Hall of Fame 

And I'm with the trial with a Bible and a rifle 

I play the game as I plan blow 

Hollaback at me, nigga 

And if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga? 

Cause when the whole world see you as Pac reincarnated 

Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David 

And pray to God that ya make it or live your life in the matrix 

Cause falling off is a sickness, I heard that it's quite contagious 

I need to separate myself to stand out 

I need a better way to take your fans now 

I need to kill you motherfuckers dead 

Three hollow tips aimed at your head 

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I'll be damned if the chopper jam now 

And we never asked for no hand out 

I'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now 

In the midst of it all was cooking with pots and pans out 

Looking forward as four of us are forced to form a new clan now 

Fast forward as I wait in line for this passport 

The homies was still poor, was working at Jansport 

Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre? 

Even Vanessa from XXL had told him to press play 

And there goes my fate, now I'm on stage with Snoop 

Gave me the torch and I ran with it in high pursuit 

Rapped with my forefathers, even record with Gaga too 

Lyricist of the year, fuck am I supposed to do? Rock 

Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes 

Exaggerated shit that we rapped had came true 

Thought I was aggravated, when Warner had let me loose 

I was honest, see they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup 

Photos 

Cool, cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth 

Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof 

I came, I saw, I conquered 

No shame, I blame all of this on Compton 

Thinking about when Sherane tried to set me up 

Cold game, full circle, they set up her 

I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs 

The fight to ignite any wrong or right that I prolong 

The story was short film, the glory of him and them 

The worry of mothers that don't recover when baby killed 

The trial and the tribulations, the newer Miseducation 

The view of a body wasting, you knew somebody who ain't make it 

The angry, the adolescent, the reason I ask this question 

Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd? 

Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd?