What The Deal Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

If I gotta ride 

Then you's gonna die 

I hope niggas ain't really tryin' to break my bones 

Cause if you are make sure you know a nickname you want for that tombstone 

Play hard as a rock bullets can break stones 

Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs 

I'm hot as an oven you just a pressin' comb 

I'm not impressed homes you should've stayed home 

And prayed that rooftop blocked you from gettin' shitted on 

I gives a fuck if A&R's don't pick up the phone 

I swear there's no one like me but if there is then I gotta long lost twin or they made me a clone 

I don't care about friends I was made to be on my own 

I came in this world by myself and I'm leavin' alone 

Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own 

With a backyard the size of the fuckin' Georgia dome 

Pop you popped shit and I might pop your dome 

Give your homies a reason to make a memory song 

Niggas swear that they love when the beef is on 

Knowin' that?? 

You better hold your breath I give you workin' death 

And recommend the gun be your chaperone 

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I know young niggas that look up to Al Capone 

And they look 17 but I swear that their mind is grown, shit 

I'm so grown and the reason why I write this way 

Pac and Big be ghostwritin' my songs 

You can play the boss but if you get shot 

From bein on top then homie that's your loss 

I'm nice wit it 

I'll pop your man then leave some money on him so it can pay for his funeral costs 

The niggas tryin' to get money like Fort Knox 

Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock 

And you can play a baller but deep inside you know you just an actor 

Yeah, somethin' like Rick Fox 

You ain't a thug homie you just a fox 

In the midst of werewolves somewhere in the boondocks 

And I'm really from the streets 

So if I ask for beef homeboy don't bring me no pork chop 

I turn your skin to pork homie with one chop 

With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bum socks 

They say the flow is crack 

So wherever I rap best believe you can call it a dope spot 

I swear 

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