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-[Produced by Rahki]
-[Directed by Alexandre Moors and the Little Homies]
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-[Intro]
-Is this mic on? (Hey, move this way, this way)
-Hey, Hey! Hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
-Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
-We're bringing up nobody, nobody...
-Nobody but the number one rapper in the world
-He done traveled all over the world
-He came back just to give you some game
-All of the little boys and girls, come up here
-(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?)
-Come right here, this is for you, come on up
-Kendrick Lamar, make some noise, brother
-I done been through a whole lot
-Trial, tribulation, but I know God
-The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie
-Pray that the holy water don't go dry
-As I look around me
-So many motherfuckers wanna down me
-But enemigo never drown me
-In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
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-[Chorus]
-And (I love myself)
-When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
-(I love myself)
-Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police
-(I love myself)
-Illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy
-(I love myself)
-One day at a time
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-[Verse 1]
-They wanna say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
-Gun in the hood, mob of police
-Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend
-And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme, uh
-These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation (Come to the front)
-I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis
-Dreams of reality's peace
-Blow steam in the face of the beast
-Sky could fall down, wind could cry now
-Look at me motherfucker I smile-
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-[Chorus]
-And (I love myself)
-When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
-(I love myself)
-Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police
-(I love myself)
-Illuminated—
-All ya'll come to the front, ya'll come up to the front
-(I love myself)
-Baby what about you, come on
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-[Verse 2]
-(Crazy, what you gon' do?)
-Lift up your head and keep moving, (Keep moving) turn the mic up
-(Haunt you)
-Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart
-On my sleeve, let the runway start
-You know the miserable do love company
-What do you want from me and my scars?
-Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence
-How many times my potential was anonymous?
-How many times the city making me promises?
-So I promise this, nigga
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-[Chorus]
-(I love myself)
-When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
-(I love myself)
-Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police
-(I love myself)
-Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy
-(I love myself)
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-[Bridge]
-Huh (Walk my bare feet) Huh (Walk my bare feet)
-Huh (Down, down valley deep) Huh (Down, down valley deep)
-(I love myself) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum)
-(I love myself) Huh (My heart undone) one, two, three
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-[Verse 3]
-I went to war last night
-With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
-I'ma do it till I get it right (Oh no)
-I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night)
-I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
-Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message
-I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
-From a negative and letting them annihilate me
-And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
-Finna run into a building, lay my body...
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-[Spoken Interlude]
-(Offstage Argument)
-Not on my, not while I'm up here
-Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time
-We could save that shit for the streets
-We could save that shit, this for the kids bro
-2015, niggas tired of playin' victim dog
-Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we done lost?
-How many— Yan-Yan, how many we done lost?
-No for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost bro?
-This—, this year alone
-Exactly, so we ain't got time to waste time my nigga
-Niggas gotta make time bro
-The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time right?
-The judge make time so it ain’t shit
-It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
-On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that bro
-You know that
-It’s mando, right, it's mando
-And I— And I say this because I love you niggas man
-I love all my niggas bro
-Exac— enough said, enough said
-And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty my nigga
-Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
-We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to-
-All my niggas listen, listen to this:
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-[Verse 4]
-I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga"
-He said, "Think about what you saying: "Fuck niggas"
-No better than Samuel on the Django
-No better than a white man with slave boats"
-Sound like I needed some soul searching
-My Pops gave me some game in real person
-Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
-Did my homework fast before government caught me
-So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah
-On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us
-So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us
-Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia
-N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen
-N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
-The history books overlook the word and hide it
-America tried to make it to a house divided
-The homies don't recognize we been using it wrong
-So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
-N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
-Black stars can come and get me
-Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time
-Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive
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