We Up - G-Unit, Kendrick Lamar

Yeah, Uh huh

I’m round the bullshit like a matador

I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter, boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak nigga break down

So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?

You want the cheeks but she want the cheese

A bitch gotta eat

I’m havin' the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from

I’m a southside nigga, yeah I’m 'bout mine

You be that next nigga corners come outline

You ain’t made of what I’m made of

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch

Who’s shoes come from Bakers

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

Ya’ll know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine’s on stuntin' and I’m pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop

You don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t own the shit we own

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)

We up, nigga

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)

Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)

Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing

Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges

Fuck nigga you fucked over your father, when he gave you a dick should have

been a bitch in pajamas

I made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular

I’m scared, this shit don’t happens to everybody

I’m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single

20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib

I’m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

Ya’ll know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine’s on stuntin' and I’m pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop

You don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t own the shit we own

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)

We up, nigga

'Round the world tourin', the city got borin'

Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans

Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange

Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses

Living life with no worries

My gun got a Zodiac sign, it’s a Taurus

Don’t make it slam on you like Amar’e

M’zone, Rida gang, end of story

Oops that’s your baby, my bad, I’m sorry

She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury

Everything you aren’t, fly nigga soaring

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari

You so special, bedroom or restroom

Just keep performing, Go girl

About to film a movie, guess who it’s starring?

(Ahhh.)

Ya’ll know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine’s on stuntin', and I’m pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop

You don’t do it how we do

Niggas ain’t own the shit we own

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons)

We up, nigga

Good pussy for dinner or bomb kush for breakfast

D’D-Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch

Feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin'), feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin')