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Kendrick Lamar – Worldwide Steppers Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar Worldwide Steppers Lyrics

Kodak Black
Oklama
Eckhart Tolle
And this is the big steppa

I’m a killa, he’s a killa, she’s a killa bitch
We some killas, walking zombies tryna scratch that itch
Germaphobic, hetero

I am not for the faint of heart
My genetic build can build multi-universes
The man of God playing Baby Shark with my daughter
Watching for sharks outside at the same time
Life as a protective father, I’d kill for her
My son Enock is the part two
When I expire, my children will make higher valleys
In this present moment, I saw that through
Asked Whitney about my lust addiction
Text messaging bitches got my thumbs hurt
Set president for a new sac-religion
Writer’s block for two years, nothing moved me
Asked God to speak through me
That’s what you hear now, the voice of yours truly
Teleport out my home body for comfort
I don’t pass judgment past life regressions
Keep me in question, where did I come from?
I don’t think like I used to
No, I don’t blink like I used to
Awkward stares at everybody
See the flesh of man but still this man compare to nobody
Yesterday, I prayed to the flowers and trees
Gratification to the powers that be
Synchronization with my energy chakras
The ghost of Dr. Sebi paid it forward
Cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy, sciatica nerve pinch
I don’t know how to feel
Like the first time I fucked a white bitch

The first time I fucked a white bitch, I was sixteen at the Palisades, fumbling my grades
I traveled with the team, the Apache life
Centennial was like women’s bakers, screamed at dough boy
Mix that with purple rain
They interchanged the scenes
Happy just to be out the hood
With all the wealthy kids
Credit cards and family plans
She drove her daddy’s Benz
I found out that he was a sheriff, that was a win-win
Because he had locked up Uncle Perry, she paid her daddy’s sins
Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen
Good kid, m.A.A.d city tour
I flourished on ’em stages
Whitney asked did I have a problem
I said, “I might be racist”
Ancestors watching me fuck was like retaliation

I’m a killa, he’s a killa, she’s a killa bitch
We some killas, walking zombies tryna scratch that itch
Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
Photoshopping lies and motives
Hide your eyes then pose for the pic

(What the?)

Eight billion people on Earth silent murderers
Non profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars
Hollywood corporate and school teaching philosophies
You either gon’ be dead or in jail, killer psychology

Silent murderer, what’s your body count? Who your sponsorship?
Objectified so many bitches, I killed they confidence
The media is the new religion, you killed the consciousness
Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments
N***** killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive
If your opinion fuck around and leak, might as well send your will
The industry has killed the creatives, I’ll be the first to say
To each exec, “I’m saving your children, we can’t negotiate”

I caught a couple bodies myself, slid my community
My last Christmas toy drive in Compton, handed out eulogies
Not because the rags in the park had red gradient
But because the high blood pressure flooded the catering
So what’s the difference ‘tween your life when hiding motives?
What fatalities and reality brung you closure?
The noble person that goes to work and prays like they poster?
We slaughter people too, your murder’s just a bit slower

I’m a killa, he’s a killa, she’s a killa bitch
We some killas, walking zombies tryna scratch that itch
Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
Photoshopping lies and motives
Hide your eyes then pose for the pic

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