Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise
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 world 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 you’re the homie that pack burner like a stove top, that 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 talking’ about. Hating all money, power, respect in my will or hating the fact none of that shit make me real?