Momma Songtext / Lyric

Oh shit! Oh, I need that. I need that sloppy.

That sloppy. Like a Chevy in quicksand.

Yeah. That sloppy






This feelin' is unmatched

This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap

Black Pendleton ball cap

(West, west, west)

We don't share the same synonym, fall back

(West, west, west)

Been in it before internet had new acts

Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack

My innocence limited the experience lacked

Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked

The mind of a literate writer, but I did it in fact

You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic

Remember scribblin' scratchin' dilligent sentences backwards

Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction

Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest

Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic

Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion

Winnin' in every decision

Kendrick is master that mastered it

Isn't it lovely how menaces turned attraction?

Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic

Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque

But what's better than that?

The fact it brought me back home



We been waitin' for you

Waitin' for you

Waitin' for you

Waitin' for you



I know everything

I know everything, know myself

I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health

I know fatality might haunt you

I know everything, I know Compton

I know street shit, I know shit that's conscious

I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors

I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma

I know everything, I know history

I know the universe works mentally

I know the perks of bullshit isn't meant for me

I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money

I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's ornery

I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies

I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition

The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision

I know you know that line's for Compton School District

Just give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it was distributed

I know how people work

I know the price of life, I'm knowin' how much it's worth

I know what I know and I know it well not to ever forget

Until I realized I didn't know shit

The day I came home



We been waitin' for you

Waitin' for you

Waitin' for you

Waitin' for you



I met a little boy that resembled my features

Nappy afro, gap in his smile

Hand me down sneakers bounced through the crowd

Run a number on man and woman that crossed him

Sun beamin' on his beady beads exhausted

Tossin' footballs with his ashy black ankles

Breakin' new laws, mama passed on home trainin'

He looked at me and said, "Kendrick you do know my language

You just forgot because of what public schools had painted

Oh, I forgot, 'Don't Kill My Vibe', that's right, you're famous

I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken

But never mind you're here right now don't you mistake it

It's just a new trip, take a glimpse at your family's ancestor

Make a new list, of everything you thought was progress

And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil

Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you

I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you

If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two

But if you pick destiny over rest in peace then be an advocate

Tell your homies especially to come back home"



This is a world premiere

This is a world premiere

This is a world premiere



I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite

For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?

Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?

Tell me something got me losing my mind, AH!

You make me wanna jump

(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

(Let's talk about love))

(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

(Let's talk about love))

I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite

For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?

Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?

Tell me something think I'm losing my mind, AH!

I say where you at, from the front to the back

I'm lookin' for you I react, only when you react

Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto

When I was seventeen with the .38 Special

Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real

Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel

Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway

Don't lie to me I'm suicidal anyday

I can be your advocate

I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is