Album: Good Kid, M.A.A.D City (2012)
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  • I do what I wanna do
    I say what I wanna say
    When I feel, and I
    Look in the mirror and know I'm there
    With my hands in the air
    I'm proud to say yeah
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real

    I promise that I know you very well
    Your eyes never lie even if they tell
    Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
    Of a dozen roses flippin' down the green hill
    You living in a world that come with plan B
    'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
    And plan C never could say just what it was
    And your plans only can pan around love
    You love him, you love them, you love her
    You love so much, you love when love hurts
    You love red-bottom and gold they say queen
    You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
    You love french tip and trip that pay for
    You love bank slip that tell you we paid more
    You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
    But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?

    I do what I wanna do
    I say what I wanna say
    When I feel, and I
    Look in the mirror and know I'm there
    With my hands in the air
    I'm proud to say yeah
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real ('cause before you know it, everything's gone)

    I promise that I know you very well
    Your eyes never lie even if they fell
    Out the sky and your optics turn stale
    Where they mold that's green
    I can see you fit the bill
    Of living in a world that come with Plan B
    'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
    And you can't see success coming from plan C
    When it all breaks you, you still say you're lovely
    And love them and love when you love her
    You love so much, you love when love hurts
    You love fast cars and dead presidents old
    You love fast women
    You love keepin' control
    Of everything you love, you love beef
    You love streets, you love runnin', duckin' police
    You love your hood, might even love it to death
    But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?

    I do what I wanna do
    I say what I wanna say
    When I feel, and I
    Look in the mirror and know I'm there
    With my hands in the air
    I'm proud to say yeah
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real ('cause before you know it, everything's gone)

    The reason why I know you very well
    'Cause we have the same eyes can't you tell?
    The days I tried to cover up and conceal
    My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
    When living in a that come with plan B
    A scapegoat 'cause plan A don't come free
    And plan C just an excuse like because
    Or the word "but", but what if I got love
    I love them, I love when I love her
    I love so much, I love when love hurts
    I love first verse 'cause you're the girl I attract
    I love second verse 'cause your the homie that packed
    Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch
    I love what the both of you have to offer
    In fact, I love it so much
    I don't love anything else
    But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself?
    To the point I should hate everything I do love
    Should I hate living my life inside the club?
    Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
    Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
    Should I hate them for telling me ball out?
    Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' 'bout
    Hatin' all money, power, respect in my will
    Or hatin' the fact that none of that shit make me real?

    Dot, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes no more
    Just calling
    Sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy
    But don't learn the hard way like I did, homie
    Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga
    Real is responsibility
    Real is taking care of your motherfucking family
    Real is God, nigga

    I do what I wanna do
    I say what I wanna say
    When I feel, and I
    Look in the mirror and know I'm there
    With my hands in the air
    I'm proud to say yeah
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
    I'm real, I'm real
    ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone)

    Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you
    Just make sure you call us back when you get this message
    Here go your mama
    Boy, you better have my car on full all this time
    You done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'
    Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
    Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
    Over there telling you about the good book
    'Cause right about now that's what ya'll need
    Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too
    I guess he want you and Dave to come to the studio
    Now look, you take that music business serious, yeah
    Put out something me and your dad can step to
    Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do

    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you
    Sing my song, it's all for you

    If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
    I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
    Come back a man
    Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton
    Let 'em know you was just like them
    But you still rose from that dark place of violence
    Becoming a positive person, but when you do make it
    Give back with your words of encouragement
    And that's the best way to give back, to your city
    And I love you Kendrick
    If I don't hear you knocking on the door
    You know where I usually leave the key
    Alright? Talk to you later, bye Writer/s: Kendrick Duckworth, Marlon Williams, Terrace Martin
    Publisher: Royalty Network, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • David Wong from Washington D.c."Real talk, I had a similar moment of realization recently and stumbled upon this song when the whole text just completely clicked. Props to Kendrick for his strength, talent, and personal growth, keep shining!" Said by Thefurion101 from Macedonia. I agree I agree I agree!!!
  • Thefurion101 from MacedoniaReal talk, I had a similar moment of realization recently and stumbled upon this song when the whole text just completely clicked. Props to Kendrick for his strength, talent, and personal growth, keep shining!
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