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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clipse
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Malice
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Additional Vocals
Mike Larson
Programming
Lenny Kravitz
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Rob Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Alex Alvarez
Recording Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Madigan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Uncle said, "****, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich"
Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
This is culturally inappropriate
[Verse 1]
You run from the spirit of repossession
Too much enamel covers your necklace
I buy bitches, you buy 'em sections
You buy watches, I buy collections
Misery's fueling your aggression
Jealousy's turned into obsession
Reality TV is mud wrestling
Some signed checks, I know better than
Beware of my name, that there is delicate
You know I know where you're delicate
Crush you to pieces, I'll hum a breath of it
I will close your heaven for the hell of it
You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans
I'm watching your fame escape relevance
We all in the room, but here's the elephant
You chasing a feature out of your element
And those lab diamonds under inspection
The question marks block ya blessings
There's no tombstones in the desert
I know by now you get the message
[Chorus]
Uncle said, "****, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich"
Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
[Verse 2]
It don't take much to put two and two
Your lucky streak is now losing you
Money's dried up like a cuticle
You're gasping for air now, it's beautiful
John 10:10, that's my usual
Mommas is falling out in funerals
Embalmed and bloat, they now viewing you
They never find the guns, but the sewers do
Bubbles was sick, he need medicine
Brought him back to life, now he dead again
Richard don't make watches for presidents
Just a million trapped between skeletons
This the darkest that I ever been
The diamonds make you taste peppermint
You ain't thrive in the snow like it's The Revenant
And send orders back down and keep shoveling
[Chorus]
Uncle said, "****, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich"
Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
[Bridge]
Well, when things get dark and your number get called
And you look side to side, like, "What did they say?"
And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realize
That the Devil is talking to you
[Verse 3]
Hmm
I'm not the candidate to vibe with
I don't fuck with the kumbaya shit
All that talent must be Godsent
I send yo' ass back to the cosmics
The things I've seen under my eyelids
Kaleidoscope dreams, murder, and sirens
Let's be clear, hip-hop died again
Half of my profits may go to Rakim
How many Judases that let me down?
But fuck it, the West mine's, we right now
Therapy showed me how to open up
It also showed me I don't give a fuck
The two-time Gemini with the genocide
I'm generous, however you want it, I'll be the gentle kind
Gentlemen and gangstas connect, the agenda of mine
Move **** up outta here, this shit get gentrified
Heavy genes like Genovese, I'll drop your Pentagon
Then show up at your gender reveal and tell 'em, "Gimme mine"
I son ****, I am the general, where my gin and juice?
Every song is the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom
**** want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger root
I generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitals
They say I couldn't reach Gen Z, you fuckin' dickheads
You must be full of that ginseng, here comes the jinx, yeah
They genetics been synthetic, screamin' they genius
A finger wave, they all fall, **** is Jenga
God gave me light, a good year, full of free will
Trump card tell me not to spare your life
Mothafucka
[Outro]
Well, when things get dark and your number get called
And you look side to side, like, "What did they say?"
And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realize
That the Devil is talking to you
Written by: Gene Thornton, Kendrick Lamar, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton