[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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 mines, 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 niggas up outta here, this shit get gentrified
Heavy genes like Genovese, I'll drop your Pentagon
Then show up at your at your gender reveal and tell 'em give me mine
I son niggas, I am the general, where my gin and juice?
Every song is the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom
Niggas want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger root
I generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitals
They said 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, niggas is Jenga
God gave me light, a good year full of free will
Trump card, told me not to spare your life, motherfucker
