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Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe

Kendrick Lamar and Jay-Z

I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Look inside of my soul and you can find gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than another statistic, my nigga, this courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I'm lookin' to be the god MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm fuckin' this industry hard
I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey, you thought I was fresh out the yard
Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like, "wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak and when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is a burpee nigga
Lyrical exercise
Right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
Pipe down on the curb when you heard that I got these words to the upper echelon, that's excellent

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud, please turn them shits down (down, down)
Can't hear myself think
Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Running through that bitch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to empty my memory bank
It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
I'll wait

I've been in my wave like twenty years straight
I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight
Don't f*ck up my high (f*ck up my high)
Nights like this, I could f*ck up a pie
And still be straight (still be straight)
Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
Back to this joint
Smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove a point
I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral (haha)

Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
I ministered this generation my fort
Leader of the new school
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan
World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball
Told niggas when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen
To put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I'm running the map bitch, I'm here nigga
Picture lil' ol' me giving a f*ck from what a f*ck nigga gotta say
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
Nigga, Puffy Daddy wasn't your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a ten second drum solo, bitch, see you at Woodstock ah

Written by: MARK ANTHONY SPEARS, ROBIN HANNIBAL MOLST BRAUN, ROBIN VINDAHL FRIIS, SEAN CARTER, KENDRICK LAMAR, LIV LYKKE SCHMIDT

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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