Kendrick LamarI (Album Version)

[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 bringin' 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 happenin', fool?
Come right here, this is for you, come on up,
Kendrick Lamar, make some noise, brotha!

[Verse 1:]
I done been through a whole lot,
Trial, tribulation, but I know God,
Satan wanna put me in a bow tie,
Prayin' that the holy water don't go dry.
As I look around me,
So many mothafuckas wanna down me,
But ain't no nigga never drown me,
In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me, and

[Chorus:]
I love myself!
When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
I love myself!
Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the hand of the bully.
I love myself!
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy.
I love myself!
One day at a time, uh!

[Verse 2:]
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, mothafucka, I smile.

[Chorus:]
I love myself!
When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
I love myself!
Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the hand of the bully.
I love myself!
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy.
I love myself!
One day at a time, uh!

[Verse 3:]
Crazy!
What you gon' do?
Lift up your head and keep movin', 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!
Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the hand of the bully.
I love myself!
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy.
I love myself!
One day at a time, uh!

[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!

[Chorus:]
I love myself!
When you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see?
I love myself!
Ah, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the hand of the bully.
I love myself!
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy.
I love myself!
One day at a time, uh!

[Verse 4:]
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic,
I'mma do it till I get it right.
I went to war last night, night, night, night, night, night,
I've been dealin' with depression ever since an adolescent,
Duckin' every other blessing, I can never see the message,
I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
From a negative and lettin' them annihilate me,
And it's evident I'm movin' at a meteor speed,
Finna run into a building, lay my body...

[Interlude:]
Not on my time, 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, dawg!
Niggas ain't tryna play vic'... TuTu, how many niggas we done lost?
Yan-Yan, how many we done lost?
No, for real, answer the question, 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, dawg.
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro,
You know that.
It's mando. Right, it's mando.
And I say this because I love you niggas, man!
I love all my niggas, bro!
Exac... Enough said, enough said,
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 5:]
I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga",
He said, "Think about what you sayin': ‘Fuck niggas!'
No better than Samuel on 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 Imma 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 usin' it wrong,
So Imma break it down and put my game in a song.
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me,
Or say 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.