Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 2 Lyrics (2025)

Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 2 Lyrics

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Two tears in a bucket I cried with youBut I could never lie with youI could never afford not to affordI could never put my plans to the side with youI could never see a red light, like a deer with the headlightI freeze up when I re-upSee I barely had patience, and you're relatingOnly the moment to complete usWhile you hate to work for usWent to work for it, see 9 to 5 was so jive turkeyBut when Thanksgiving came, checks didn't hurt meYou plead the fifth, I read the Fifth AmendmentWe both criminals with bad intentionThey say time heals all, but if I could short cut my successCorevettes, buy them all uhBut why you so sad Walking around with them blue facesThey say I'm down on my luckAnd it's something I gotta have, blue facesI hit the bank today and tell 'em Color me bad, blue facesGettin' new money, and it's breaking me down

My home girl got a credit card scamShe got a scholarship to college but she don't give a damnAnd tuition got a black women wishin'She saying this on the phone with the noodles in the panI know you woman I console you womanYou feel like the universe owe you womanOh the anticipation, hoping you could make it womenDon't prosper chasing educationBut your talented, and can't handle itAnd your homegirls can't be your managerThree sixty five times four plus moreCan't get it right tell me do you got the staminaBut ain't no money like fast moneyEven today I'm considered a crash dummyA rapper chasing stardom how can I fast forwardMy accolades better than all themBut why I'm so sad? Walking around with them, blue facesThey say I'm down on my luck and it's something I gotta have, blue facesI hit the bank today and tell 'emColor me bad, blue facesGettin' new money, and it's breaking me down to the top

I love God, I love speedI love drank, I love meI love oceans in the deepI love women, I love meI love GodBut I'm scared of godspeed sometimes

Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe (broke home maybe)You know the poverty stricken little broke born baby (broke born baby)Somebody said Kendrick american this sure is crazyAnd I said why, then he looked me in the eyeAnd said homie you're messed up, you're praying for good luckYou're wishing for miracles, living through ish you're crying hystericalSettle for everything, complain about everythingSay your soul cracked, my world amphetamineYour projects ain't it, I live in a hutYour living to keep warm, I'm living to pay rentI paved my way through, praying to AllahYou played your way through, dinner with wifiBull ish yourself your talking to strangersSame thing go for the ones you came withWe all came on a boat looking for hopeAnd all you can say is that your looking for dopeThese days ain't no compromiseYour paint ain't my sampton time A brand new excuse ain't nothin' to meSee I made my moves with shackled feet

Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape TownCape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, uhCorn row Kenny arm wanted with the mixed dashboard triple digits, skirtWanted with the mixed dashboard triple digits, skirt skirtCorn row KennySo many plagues on me I finesseHollow same views with some sexI lost a lot of love for missionaryThis the first time I reactMe and top is like a Kobe and villeA father figure play with him you get killedPlay with me and he will kill you himselfTde the mafia of the westMove in silence yeah we juckin' like thatAct of violence yeah we jigga like thatDid a lot of dumb things in my pastLove will give me hope and I don't relapseDave just bought a new 9/11Almost thought I'd seen another plane crashQ just bought a brand new McLarenRock-a-lack about to buy the projectsMoosa got his son dripping in goldMe? I'm about to let my hair down on hoesAli 'bout to let his hair down on hoesTop billing that's a million a showMight blow the whole Remy on SoulMight tell Obama be more like PunchSounwave got a Grammy this yearMack wop, bet he do what he want

Level two, level twoNo I'm not doneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneI could put a rapper on life supportGuarantee something that none of you wantThen hold me down and they yell something likeRent is like twenty five hundred a monthWhat if I empty my bank out and stunt?What if I empty my bank out and stunt?You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't got, you ain't got, you ain't got, you ain't got,Tell me that, tell me that I am the oneYou ain't got, you ain't gotYou ain't got, you ain't got tell me that, what, I'm the oneYes, I'm the one

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Two tears in a bucket I cried with youBut I could never lie with youI could never afford not to affordI could never put my plans to the side with youI could never see a red light, like a deer with the headlightI freeze up when I re-upSee I barely had patience, and you're relatingOnly the moment to complete usWhile you hate to work for usWent to work for it, see 9 to 5 was so jive turkeyBut when Thanksgiving came, checks didn't hurt meYou plead the fifth, I read the Fifth AmendmentWe both criminals with bad intentionThey say time heals all, but if I could short cut my successCorevettes, buy them all uhBut why you so sad Walking around with them blue facesThey say I'm down on my luckAnd it's something I gotta have, blue facesI hit the bank today and tell 'em Color me bad, blue facesGettin' new money, and it's breaking me down

My home girl got a credit card scamShe got a scholarship to college but she don't give a damnAnd tuition got a black women wishin'She saying this on the phone with the noodles in the panI know you woman I console you womanYou feel like the universe owe you womanOh the anticipation, hoping you could make it womenDon't prosper chasing educationBut your talented, and can't handle itAnd your homegirls can't be your managerThree sixty five times four plus moreCan't get it right tell me do you got the staminaBut ain't no money like fast moneyEven today I'm considered a crash dummyA rapper chasing stardom how can I fast forwardMy accolades better than all themBut why I'm so sad? Walking around with them, blue facesThey say I'm down on my luck and it's something I gotta have, blue facesI hit the bank today and tell 'emColor me bad, blue facesGettin' new money, and it's breaking me down to the top

I love God, I love speedI love drank, I love meI love oceans in the deepI love women, I love meI love GodBut I'm scared of godspeed sometimes

Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe (broke home maybe)You know the poverty stricken little broke born baby (broke born baby)Somebody said Kendrick american this sure is crazyAnd I said why, then he looked me in the eyeAnd said homie you're messed up, you're praying for good luckYou're wishing for miracles, living through ish you're crying hystericalSettle for everything, complain about everythingSay your soul cracked, my world amphetamineYour projects ain't it, I live in a hutYour living to keep warm, I'm living to pay rentI paved my way through, praying to AllahYou played your way through, dinner with wifiBull ish yourself your talking to strangersSame thing go for the ones you came withWe all came on a boat looking for hopeAnd all you can say is that your looking for dopeThese days ain't no compromiseYour paint ain't my sampton time A brand new excuse ain't nothin' to meSee I made my moves with shackled feet

Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, Cape TownCape Town, Cape Town, Cape Town, uhCorn row Kenny arm wanted with the mixed dashboard triple digits, skirtWanted with the mixed dashboard triple digits, skirt skirtCorn row KennySo many plagues on me I finesseHollow same views with some sexI lost a lot of love for missionaryThis the first time I reactMe and top is like a Kobe and villeA father figure play with him you get killedPlay with me and he will kill you himselfTde the mafia of the westMove in silence yeah we juckin' like thatAct of violence yeah we jigga like thatDid a lot of dumb things in my pastLove will give me hope and I don't relapseDave just bought a new 9/11Almost thought I'd seen another plane crashQ just bought a brand new McLarenRock-a-lack about to buy the projectsMoosa got his son dripping in goldMe? I'm about to let my hair down on hoesAli 'bout to let his hair down on hoesTop billing that's a million a showMight blow the whole Remy on SoulMight tell Obama be more like PunchSounwave got a Grammy this yearMack wop, bet he do what he want

Level two, level twoNo I'm not doneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneI could put a rapper on life supportGuarantee something that none of you wantThen hold me down and they yell something likeRent is like twenty five hundred a monthWhat if I empty my bank out and stunt?What if I empty my bank out and stunt?You ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't gotta tell me that I'm the oneYou ain't got, you ain't got, you ain't got, you ain't got,Tell me that, tell me that I am the oneYou ain't got, you ain't gotYou ain't got, you ain't got tell me that, what, I'm the oneYes, I'm the one

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