Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Sam Dew
Sam Dew
Background Vocals
Bobby Hawk
Bobby Hawk
Violin
Ink
Ink
Background Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Programming
SWV
SWV
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Composer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Composer
Sam Dew
Sam Dew
Composer
Matthew Bernard
Matthew Bernard
Composer
Tammy Lucas
Tammy Lucas
Composer
Chad Hugo
Chad Hugo
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Juju The Fool
Juju The Fool
Composer
Mark Anthony Spears
Mark Anthony Spears
Composer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
M-Tech
M-Tech
Additional Producer
Juju The Fool
Juju The Fool
Additional Producer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Oli Jacobs
Mixing Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Executive Producer
Matt Cerritos
Matt Cerritos
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Load up the Pro Tools and press three Studio filled with Jack In The Box and Pepsis Niggas watchin' Worldstar videos, not the ESPYs Laughin' at B. Pumper, stomach turnin', I get up and proceeded to write somethin' Ab-Soul in the corner mumblin' raps, fumblin' packs of Black & Milds Crumblin' kush 'til he cracked a smile His words legendary, wishin' I could rhyme like him Studied his style to define my pen That was back when the only goal was to get Jay Rock through the door Warner Brother Records, hope Naim Ali would let us know Was excited just to go to them label meetings Wasn't my record deal, but still, I couldn't believe it Me and Rock inside the booth, hibernatin' It was simple math, if he made it, that mean I made it Everything I had was for the team, I remained patient Grindin' with my brothers, it was us against them, no one above us, bless our hearts Use your heart and not your eyes (baby, just relax and ride) If you got time and I got time (yeah, yeah) Free your thoughts and watch them fly Use your heart and not your eyes (mm) My nigga Dave had a champagne Acura A bunch of instrumentals I freestyled in the passenger That nigga wore several hats, a producer, a manager, director, and DJ A hothead squabblin', Bloods, Pirus, and Keeways For this little thing of ours, we called TDE I watch you take some penitentiary chances to say the least Remember in the county buildin' with MixedByAli We tried to freak the system just to make a couple ends meet That's my nigga for shit sure He brought Q over, but Q didn't rap, but he learned from our inspo We split Louisiana chicken riverboat special Sleepin' next to 02R consoles to be our refuge He was homeless and I left home Q said, "Dot, you won't be slept on, you the nigga to bet on" (use your h-) Top had given us the million in the home lived in Hopin' that we see some millions, God bless our hearts Use your heart and not your eyes (baby, just relax and ride) If you got time and I got time (yeah, yeah) Free your thoughts and watch them fly Use your heart and not your eyes Punch played Phil Jackson in my early practices Strategies on how to be great amongst the averages I picked his brain on what was ordained, highly collaborative Rep pushed the label the same, amongst the savages Moose kept my name in the function that he would run in TEEZ kept the vultures away from me that was comin' Sounwave let me borrow his clothes for shows as a hype man To cook up in this room 'til the night ends Time flies, I'm carryin' debates of a top five Buryin' my opps and allies But I'd done a half job communicatin' feelings of bein' stagnant Life was gettin' bigger than just rappin' The business, what I was lackin' Top used to record me back when it was poor me And now we at the round table for what assures me I guess my motivation was the yearnin' for independence Poured everything I had left in the family business Now it's about Kendrick, I wanna evolve, place my skillset as a Black exec' I jog my memory, knowin' Black Hippy didn't work 'cause of me Creatively, I moved on, with new concepts in reach Top, remember all them sessions we would strategize? To hit the streets, then come back record three records, ah To tell the truth, it fucked me up when D-Man passed The motive was the condolences, but the pride crashed I had to bypass old mythologies, I had Put my heart on display like it was an iMac To all my young niggas, let me be the demonstration How to conduct differences with a healthy conversation If that's your family, then handle it as such Don't let the socials gas you up, or let emotions be your crutch Pick up the phone and bust it up before the history is lost Hand-to-handshake is good when you have a heart-to-heart Use your heart and not your eyes (baby, just relax your mind) If you got time and I got time (yeah, yeah) Free your thoughts and watch them fly Use your heart and not your eyes (mm-mm-mm)
Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Tammy Lucas, Samuel Joseph Dew, Jack Michael Antonoff, Juju, Mark Anthony Spears, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Matthew Douglas Bernard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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