For Free? (Interlude)

Album: To Pimp A Butterfly (2015)
  • Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga
    I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga you ain't shit
    Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga you ain't shit
    You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth
    I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty eight inch, you playin'
    I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway, I need a baller ass, boss ass nigga
    You'se a off brand ass nigga, everybody know it
    Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know
    Fuck you nigga, don't call me no more
    You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch
    My other nigga is on, you off
    What the fuck is really going on?

    This dick ain't free
    You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt
    Like I never made end's meet, eatin' your leftovers and raw meat
    This dick ain't free
    Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary
    Celery, tellin' me green is all I need
    Evidently all I seen was spam and raw sardines
    This dick ain't free, I mean, baby
    You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes without a
    Mercedes Benz and twenty four inch rims, five percent tint, and air conditioning vents
    Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free
    I need forty acres and a mule
    Not a forty ounce and a pitbull
    Bullshit, matador, matador, had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that?
    Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free
    Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper
    Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious, kept me up watchin'
    Pornos and poverty, apology? No
    Watch you volunteer it it while people less fortunate, like myself
    Every dog has it's day, now doggy style shall help
    This dick ain't free
    Matter fact it need interest, matter fact it's nine inches
    Matter fact see our friendship based on business
    Pension, more pension, you're pinchin', my consensus
    Been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings
    Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck it's more abortion
    More divorce courts and portion
    My check with less endorsement left me dormant
    Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with
    Fuck you think is bullshit, porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice
    Choice is deaf, a state of decapitated the horseman
    Oh America, you bad bitch, I the picked cotton that made you rich
    Now my dick ain't free

    I'mma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up
    You ain't no king

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