Kendrick Lamar ELEMENT. Lyrics

DAMN. Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 BLOOD.
  • 2 DNA.
  • 3 YAH.
  • 4 ELEMENT.
  • 5 FEEL.
  • 6 LOYALTY.
  • 7 PRIDE.
  • 8 HUMBLE.
  • 9 LUST.
  • 10 LOVE.
  • 11 XXX.
  • 12 FEAR.
  • 13 GOD.
  • 14 DUCKWORTH.
  • New Kung Fu Kenny
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Y'all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
    Here we go!

    I don't give a ****, I don't give a ****
    I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't give a ****

    I'm willin' to die for this ****
    I done cried for this ****, might take a life for this ****
    Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this ****
    D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this ****, ayy
    I been stomped out in front of my mama
    My daddy commissary made it to commas
    *****, all my grandmas dead
    So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
    Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'
    Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
    I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
    I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
    I'm willin' to die for this ****, *****
    I'll take your ****in' life for this ****, *****
    We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
    That's why you maney-*** rap *****s better know

    If I gotta slap a *****-*** *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    If I gotta go hard on a *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
    They won't take me out my element
    Nah, take me out my element

    I'm allergic to a ***** *****, ayy
    An imaginary rich *****, ayy
    Seven figures hold that slimmer than my ***** figure, ayy
    Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
    Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
    We okay, we let the A1 fly
    Relocate, jump on the same G5
    Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah
    They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
    100K spread 'cross the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
    None of y'all ****in' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
    Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
    I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
    You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces
    You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
    Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic
    Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option

    If I gotta slap a *****-*** *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    If I gotta go hard on a *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
    They won't take me out my element
    Nah, take me out my element

    Damned if I do, if I don't
    Goddamn us all if you won't
    Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame
    You ain't frontline, get out the goddamn way

    *****s thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh?
    *****s thought that K-Dot real life
    Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
    *****s wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
    Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
    'Cause most of y'all ain't real
    Most of y'all gon' squeal
    Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
    Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
    Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
    Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
    Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised
    Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
    But it's a difference between black artists and wack artists

    If I gotta slap a *****-*** *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    (It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri)
    If I gotta go hard on a *****, I'ma make it look sexy
    I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
    They won't take me out my element
    Nah, take me out my element

    Written by: Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, James Blake, Ricci Riera
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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