DUCKWORTH. By Kendrick Lamar
Album : DAMN
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-Hop/Rap
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it’s me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth stays on earth!
We gon’ put it in reverse
Darling I told you many times, and I am telling you once again
Just to remind you sweetheart that my..
Oh Lamar, hail Mary a ***, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I’m a star
God is one funny mothafucka
The true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin’, infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the niggas in garden projects the object was to process and digest poverty’s dialect
Adaptation inevitable, *** violence, *** spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven, well respected, calm and collected
Laughin’ and joking made life easier
Hard times, momma on ***, and forty oh telling his nanny he needed her
His family history pimpin’ and bangin’, he was meant to be dangerous
Clocked him a grip and start slangin’, fifteen scrapin’ up his jeans with quarter pieces
He even got some head from a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman workin’ for his big homie
Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
Ten thousand dollars out of a project housing
That’s on the daily, saw his first mil twenty years old
Had a couple of babies
Had a couple of shooters, caught a *** case
Fingerprints on the ***
They assumin’, but witnesses couldn’t prove it
That was back when they turned his back and they killed his cousin
He beat the case and went back to hustlin’
Bird shufflin’, Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing
They say 5-0 came circlin’ parkin’ lots and parking spots
And hoppin’ out while the rats in the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed them off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
See at this chicken spot there was this light-skinned *** that talked a lot
With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
He worked the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman on and 500 dollars
They had a son hoping that he’d see college
Hustlin’ on the side with a nine to five to freak it
Cadillac Seville, he’d ride his son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
‘Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up the place before back in ’84, that’s when affiliation was really eight gears of war
So many relatives telling us, selling us devilish works
Killing us crime, intelligent, felonious, prevalent proposition with nines
Ducky was well aware, they robbed the manager and shot a customer last year
He figured he’d get on these niggas good sides, free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They didn’t *** him, in fact it look like they’re the last to survive
Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives
One curse at a time, reverse the manifest and good karma and I’ll tell you why
You take two strangers and put ’em in random predicaments
Give ’em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it
Twenty years later them strangers might make a meet again
And start recording studios where they reaping the benefits
Then they start reminding ’bout that chicken incident
Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence
Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin’ life
While I grew up without a father and die in a *** fight
So I was taking a walk the other day..
● Kendrick Lamar – DAMN. ( Album 2017 )
1. BLOOD.
2. DNA.
3. YAH.
4. ELEMENT.
5. FEEL.
6. LOYALTY. ft. Rihanna
7. PRIDE.
8. HUMBLE.
9. LUST.
10. LOVE. ft. Zacari
11. ***. ft. U2
12. FEAR.
13. GOD.
14. DUCKWORTH.
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Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain’t no peace treaty
Just pieces BG’s up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies
IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner
Between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you’re corporate
Or they’ll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect
All of our taxes, except
● ” ***, Don’t *** My Vibe ”
☆ World Music Award for World’s Best Video
[ Quotable ]
I’m tryin’ to keep it alive
And not compromise the feeling we love
You’re tryin’ to keep it deprived
And only co-sign what radio does
And I’m lookin’ right past you
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you livin’ behind the mirror
I know what you scared of
The feeling of feeling emotions inferior
This *** is vital, I know you had to
This *** is vital, I know you had to
To die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain
Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain
Rather a seasonal name
I’ll let the people know this is somethin’ you can blame
On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box
I’ma break out and then hide every lock
I’ma break out and then hide every lock
● ” Poetic Justice ”
From Album “Good Kid, M.A.A.D City” Featuring ” Drake ”
Written By Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, Drake, Kendrick Lamar & Scoop DeVille
[ Quotable ]
I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain’t never gotta say ***, uh
And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, *** maintenance, uh
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and ’em? I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off, *** that
Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
*** don’t approach her with that Atari, ***, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs ‘less I write it down for real, P.S
● ” Backseat Freestyle ”
Goddamn I feel amazing, damn I’m in the matrix
My mind is living on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation
Start up that Maserati and vroom-vroom, I’m racing
Popping pills in the lobby and I pray they don’t find her naked
And I pray you niggas is hating, shooters go after Judas
Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain’t no need to do this
Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church’s Chicken
All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming