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Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Explicit)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Anna Wise
Anna Wise
Background Vocals
Boom Clap Bachelors
Boom Clap Bachelors
Sampled Artist
J. Valle
J. Valle
Guitar
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
JMSN
JMSN
Additional Vocals
Jasminfire
Jasminfire
Viola
Margaux Whitney
Margaux Whitney
Violin
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Guitar
Mary Keating
Mary Keating
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Robin Hannibal
Robin Hannibal
Songwriter
Ronni Vindahl
Ronni Vindahl
Songwriter
Liv Lykke
Liv Lykke
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Jasminfire
Jasminfire
String Arranger
Margaux Whitney
Margaux Whitney
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
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 (Uh)
[Verse 1]
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 ****, 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 ****, never alert me, ****
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me, ****, this is a burpee, ****
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
[Chorus]
I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again (It's excellent, it's excellent)
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
[Verse 2]
Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
Please turn them shits down, can't hear myself think (Down, down)
Turbulence, shit, I 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 Hilary smellin' like dank
Presidential pardon, name one **** 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 fuck up my high (Fuck up my high)
Nights like this, I could fuck 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 **** 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
[Verse 3]
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, **** pissed off
I ministered this generation by far
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 **** when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen to put a **** right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with sixteen, should have been in the pen, but now my pen writin' with morphine
I heal ****, touch down with more fiends
I kill ****, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here, ****
Picture little ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck **** gotta say
****, you'll never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or hit a Suburban, ****, 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 blah
Mini-14 like blah, empty out another magazine like blah
Let a young **** get by, I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot-doot!)
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: Kendrick Lamar, Liv Lykke, Mark Spears, Robin Hannibal, Ronni Vindahl, S. Carter
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