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+[Produced by Rahki]
+[Directed by Alexandre Moors and the Little Homies]
+
+[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
+
+[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
+
+[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-
+
+[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
+
+[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
+
+[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)
+
+[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
+
+[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...
+
+[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:
+
+[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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