If you've only heard the radio leak, here's an uncensored version that's floating around the interwebs. The track is produced by No I.D. and didn't make the record as the samples didn't clear.
Also, here's a version with just Kendrick's verse:
The full lyrics to Kendrick's verse:
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize I’m not gonna fold or demise I don’t smoke crack, motherfucka I sell it! Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc Don’t pop me no fucking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line ‘em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin’ the kids I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists I’m important like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork I’m Machiavelli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women free as I’m in Vegas Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable Fuck y’all clubs, fuck y’all pictures Your Instagram can gobble these nuts Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup
My big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin’ Lindsey Lohans A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin’ for parties Playin with Barbies wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key Judge me ’til the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black beatle, I’m either that or a Marley I don’t smoke crack motherfucker I sell it
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me You plan on stumpin’ me? I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me I put one on yours I’m Sean Connery James Bond, wasn’t none of you niggas climbing 100 mil in front of me And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way And if you’re in it, better run for pete’s sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time Who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of yall New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved And i ain’t rockin no more designer shit White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red corvettes annonymous Im usually homeboys with the same niggas im rhymin wit But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from u niggas
What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high Who trynna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grams With your grandad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
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