Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe

Album: Good Kid, M.A.A.D City (2012)
Charted: 32
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  • 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

    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 nigga 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 nigga, never alert me, nigga
    I got a P89 in a suitcase
    I know you heard me nigga, this is a burpee nigga
    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

    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

    Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
    Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud please turn them shits down (Down, down)
    Can't hear myself think
    Turbulence, shit, 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 Hillary smellin' like dank
    Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
    I'll wait...

    I've been in my wave like 20 years straight
    I've been on my vibe like 20 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 nigga 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 (Haha)

    Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
    I ministered this generation my fort
    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 niggas when I was 16 that I'd write a 16
    To put a nigga right on the big screen
    In the paddy wagon with six teens
    Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
    I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
    I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
    Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I'm running the map bitch, I'm here nigga
    Picture lil' ol' me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say
    Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
    You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
    Nigga, 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 bla'!
    Mini-14 like bla'!
    Empty out another magazine like bla'!
    Let a young nigga get by!
    I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
    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 10 second drum solo bitch see you at Woodstock ah

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