Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Stephen Bruner
Bass Guitar
Chris Smith
Bass Guitar
Kendall Lewis
Drums
Keith Askey
Guitar
Sam Barsh
Keyboards
Rahki
Percussion
Ronald Isley
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Isley
Songwriter
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Songwriter
Christopher Jasper
Songwriter
Columbus Smith
Songwriter
Ernest Isley
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Marvin Isley
Songwriter
Rudolph Isley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rahki
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Is this mic on?
Hey, hey, turn the mic up
Come on, come on, is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We bringing up nobody, nobody, nobody
But the number one rapper in the world
He done travelled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All the little boys and girls, come up here
Uh
He's right here, just for you, come on up
One, two, one, two, what's happening, fool?
[Verse 1]
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick Lamar)
Trial, tribulation, but I know God
The devil wanna put me in a bow tie
Pray that the holy water don't go dry, yeah, yeah
As I look around me
So many motherfucker wanna down me
But enemy could never drown me
In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
[Chorus]
And I love my, huh (I love myself)
And when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the poli' (I love myself)
Uhh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
[Verse 2]
And when they say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
Gun in the hood, mob of police
Rock on the corner with a line full of fiend
And a bottle full of lean and a model on a scheme, uh
These days of frustration keep, come to the front, come, yeah (These days of frustration keep y'all on the plantation)
I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis
Dreams of reality's peace
Blow steam in the face of the beast
Sky could fall down, wind could cry now
Look at me motherfucker, I smile (I love myself)
[Chorus]
Uh, and when you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the poli' (I love myself)
Uhh, Illuminated, all y'all come to the front, y'all come up to the front (I love myself)
Baby girl, you, come on
[Bridge]
Crazy
What you gon' do?
Lift up your head and keep moving (Keep moving)
Turn the mic up
Haunt you
He's the fashion police, I wear my heart
On my sleeve, let the runway start
You know the miserable do love company
What do you want from me and my scars?
Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence
How many times my potential was anonymous?
How many times the city making me promises?
So I promise this, **** (I love myself)
[Chorus]
Uh, and when you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the poli' (I love myself)
Huh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh
[Bridge]
Walk my bare feet
Huh
Walk my bare feet
Huh
Down, down valley deep
Huh
Down, down valley deep
Huh
Fi-fie-fo-fum
Huh
Fi-fie-fo-fum
My heart undone
One, two, three
[Verse 3]
I went to war last night
With a automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it till I get it right
I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night)
I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
Duckin' every other blessin' I can never see the message
I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
From a negative and letting them annihilate me
And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
Finna run into a building, lay my body
[Outro]
Not while I'm up here
Not on my time, kill the music
Not on my time
You can save that shit for the streets
We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro
2015, **** tired of playin' victim, dawg
**** ain't trying to play vic, Tutu, how many **** we done lost?
How many yeah, yeah, how many we lost?
No for real, answer the ques-, how many **** we done lost, bro?
This, this year alone
Exactly, so we ain't, we ain't got time to waste time my ****
**** gotta make time, bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right?
The judge make time so it ain't shit
It shouldn't be shit for us to come out here
And appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dawg
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro
You know that
It's man, it's mando
Right, it's mando
'Nough-, I, And I, and I say this because I, I love you **** man
I love all my **** bro
Exactly 'nough said, 'nough said
And we gon' get back to the show and move on, 'cause that shit petty, my ****
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to
All my **** listen
Listen to this
[Outro]
I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase fuck ****
He said think about what you saying, fuck ****
No better than Samuel L on Django
No better than a white man with slave boats
Sound like I needed some soul searching
My pops gave me some game in real person
Retrace my steps on what they never taught me
Did my home work fast before government caught me
So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah
On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us
So many artist gave her an explanation to hold us
Well this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia
N-E-G-U-S definition royalty, king royalty wait listen
N-E-G-U-S description black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
The history books overlooked the word and hide it
America tried to make it to a house divided
The homies don't recognize we be using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in the song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me
Or say it no more, black stars can come and get me
Take it from Oprah Winfrey
Tell her she right on time
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive
Written by: Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher Jasper, Kendrick Lamar, Columbus Smith