R.O.T.C(Interlude)

R.O.T.C (Interlude) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)/BJ The Chicago Kid

This is me thinking at 4:43 AM June 6

Sometimes I wanna say f**k rapping

I need money now

Like should I start trapping

If what I write down

Don't collect this very moment

Then I'm on it

No question

In the streets my *s is well connected

Let's see

Do I cop a pound of kush

Promethazine or push some E

Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton

When I sleep

This is deep as the abyss

I'm not just rhyming on the beat

I be in spots chopping

The rocks like flintstone feet

This is me frustrated

Battling my own evils

Finna saddle up that work

Across Ohio in a Geo

Or should I sell my music

Zip to buy your zip

And hope one day it flourish to a kilo

Track record of a hustler

Rather records on the needle making music

Clocking fast bank like a shot

From Patrick Ewing

My ni**a

What you doing on these corners with me

"I thought you had a show "

Well ma ni**a I guess I didn't

I'm tryna get this dough

And easy money sounds tempting

Especially when your

Homies pushing V8 engines

Twenty-two on twenty-sixes

Range Rovers rolling up

Three-fifty for an ounce of fire

I hope I got enough

This industry calling my bluff

I need a new solution

Curve-serving

Know I might be in your store boosting

2-11's with Mac-11's like f**k Hip Hop

Don't wanna be Pun

Don't wanna be B I G

Don't wanna be 'Pac

Just give me your funds A K A

Everything that you got

Or everything getting shot

For nothing

Leave you in shock

Coughing up blood and mumbling

Watch the plans of a young man sponsor

Moving grams like relocating

Your mom's momma

Then expand to the Hoover dam water