Celebration

[Produced by Sounwave] [Intro] For the record, I used to do a lot of humping when I was little I got a lot of whoopings over that shit too, and that's random, but so what? Ha-ha [Verse 1] Gimme that beat fool, this a full time jack No really this a Sounwave track So really I ain't gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it When you press record button let the paralyzed feel it I came back with a full time swag And the critics thought they had me Nah, I just bought more batteries Turned up supercharged, a medium away from living large Matter fact where my niggas at? Where my bitches with them pretty weaves? Enemies bleed on the maxi pad, pussy you fucked with the wrong one I'm on one, I'll make sure your kids breathe ammonia Good kid, mad city evil in my heart From the blood niggas fucking with me, crip niggas tryna kill me Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate It's a legitimate reason why I put on repeat Kanye's "Touch the Sky" But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend Y'all married to the game well I'm 'bout to crash weddings I put a lot of pain in the shit I write If you going through something, this the shit you recite This is bigger than life, this is Kendrick Lamar This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour, bonjour, I mean war like that! Yeah, straight like that [Hook] People don't be shy Release them balloons to the sky I need the world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times) [Verse 2] In 2010, I'm tryna ball, nigga! Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga! That's a quote from Ab-Soul I suppose since you laugh that's the ultimate goal On behalf of the Top Dawg conglomerate, shall stay anonymous Searching seven continents accomplishing big shit Big ass, big tits she on me And just to get to me she'll fuck the homies... homie's homies The life of a cool nigga, my nigga Tony said "Just do you, nigga!" Show and prove, nigga And they gon' play you for a fool that's for sure 'til they know you got the stinkiest stool, nigga!" I ain't tripping I'm just tipping on fo-fo's Back in the city and tipping on four hoes That boy got a cold cold, he's sick con, slick on Dropin red jewels like a school bar mitzvah, ooh Straight like that [Hook] [Verse 3] Why y'all complain about OG's? I don't look at a legend and say you owe me Not Snoop, not Dre, not Ice Cube I don't care me and Quik went to the same school I look in the mirror and do it myself Like a self made nigga, I don't need a maid, nigga Do I need a co-sign from Dre or Jigga? They can make me much bigger But do I need 'em though?, I just need a flow The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost "Me Against The World" on you mothafuckas I got my back against the wall and a .45, dog get smoked, Chris Tucker Uhh, tryna record my steelo Even when I'm not there just like TiVo The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego And weed move slow right now but E go You know what I'm talking 'bout? I look at your Audemars To put ya'll in time out, it's time to unveil the real And your career is about as frail as Ms. Winehouse Just salute, grab a fluke, and pull the wine out, ooh Just like that [Hook]