R.O.T.C (Interlude)

[Produced by Jairus 'J-Mo' Mozee] [Intro] This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6 [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now Like should I start trapping? If what I write down Don't collect this very moment then I'm on it, no question In the streets my niggas is well connected, let's see Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine or push some E? Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep? This is deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhyming on the beat I be in spots chopping the rocks like flintstone feet This is me frustrated, battling my own evils Finna saddle up that work, across Ohio in a Geo Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip And hope one day it flourish to a kilo, track record of a hustler Rather records on the needle, making music Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing My nigga, what you doing on these corners with me? "I thought you had a show?" Well ma nigga I guess I didn't I'm tryna get this dough and easy money sounds tempting Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution Curve-serving, know I might be in your store boosting 2-11's with Mac-11's like fuck Hip Hop Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be 'Pac Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got Or everything getting shot, for nothing Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma Then expand to the Hoover dam, water Sherm, contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me You'll know I always had a passion for riddle when writing But lately I've been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten My future financially, so please don't be mad at me I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit So I tell my nigga front me, let me put it on the strip Then give it back when I think about the consequence, shit [BJ the Chicago Kid singing] There are times, when you need someone I will be by your side Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines Special for you, and me yeah I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances Before they pass, they pass, they pass Pass me by, oh darling You've got to look at the other side [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] R.O.T.C Right on time conscience