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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
James Blake
James Blake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Songwriter
Antwon Thompson Hicks
Antwon Thompson Hicks
Songwriter
James Litherland
James Litherland
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Travis Walton
Travis Walton
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Axel Morgan
Axel Morgan
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Engineer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Travis Walton
Travis Walton
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purest (The purest)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made five hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
[Verse 1]
And it's like that, lil' bitch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah, that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it one hundred, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
[Verse 2]
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought a '83 Cutlass for the weekend (For the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I made five hundred thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain't no secret
[Verse 3]
La-di-da-di-da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La-di-da-di-da, motherfuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll and I put that on the gang (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purest (The purest)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made five hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
[Bridge]
Changes
Is you gon' do something?
What you want?
[Verse 4]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in
Comp-Town with the MAC-10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin' everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
****, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Búyào, búyào"
[Verse 5]
Yeah, God
Tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your moral, fuck your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I?
Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
[Outro]
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars
Written by: A. Hicks, J. Litherland, J. McKinzie, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Michael Williams, N. Wilburn, S. Gloade, Teddy Walton
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