Kendrick Lamar – N95 Lyrics

N95

Kendrick Lamar

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"N95." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:44 pm

Album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Track No: 02

Hello, new world
All the boys and girls
I got some true stories to tell
You're back outside, but they still lied
Whoa, yeah
Take off the foo-foo
Take off the clout chase, take off the Wi-Fi
Take off the money phone
Take off the car loan, take off the flex and the white lies
Take off the weird-ass jewelry
I'ma take ten steps, then I'm taking off top five
Take off them fabricate streams and the microwave memes
There's a real world outside (Take that shit off)
Take off your idols
Take off the runway
Take off to Cairo (Take that shit off)
Take off to Saint-Tropez, five-day stay
Take a quarter mill, hell if I know (Take that shit off)
Take off the false flag, take off perception
Take off the cop with the eye patch (Take that shit off)
Take off the unloyal, take off the unsure
Take off decisions I lack (Take it off)
Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke
Take off the I'm broke, I care (Take it off)
Take off the gossip
Take off the new logic that if I'm rich, I'm rare (Take it off)
Take off the Chanel, take off the Dolce
Take off the Birkin bag (Take it off)
Take all that designer bullshit off and what do you have? (Bitch)
Ugh, you ugly as fuck (You outta pocket)
Two ATMs, you steppin' to what? (You outta pocket)
Who you think they talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout us (You outta pocket)
Who you think they copy off? Copy off us (Get back in pocket)
The world in a panic, the women is stranded, the men on the run
The prophets abandoned, the Lord take advantage
The market is crashing, the industry wants
**** and bitches to sleep in a box
While they making a mockery following us
This is ain't monopoly watching for love
This ain't monogamy, y'all getting fucked
Jumping on, what the hell is that?
I gotta relax when I feel (Huh, facts)
All of my descendants they come in my sleep
And say I am too real (Huh, facts)
I'm done with the sensitive taking it personal
Done with the black and the white, the wrong and the right
You hoping for change and clericals
I know the feelings that came with burial cries (Bitch)
Ugh, you ugly as fuck (You outta pocket)
Two ATMs, you steppin' to what? (You outta pocket)
Who you think they talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout us (You outta pocket)
Who you think they copy off? Copy off us
Serving up a look
Dancing in the drought
Hello to the big stepper, never losing count
Venting in the safe house
Venting in the safe house
Can I vent all my truth? I've got nothing to lose
I've got problems and pools, I can swim in my faith
Cameras moving whenever I'm moving
The family suing whatever I make
Murder is stacking, the president acting
The government taxing my funds in a bank
Homies attracting the feds when I'm bracking
Look at my reaction, my pupils on skates (Hold up, hold up)
Let's think about this for a second (Let's go)
Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (Let's go)
Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go)
Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they only ones relevant? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they only ones relevant? (Let's go)
You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket (This shit hard)
You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it (This shit hard)
You entertaining old friends when they toxic (This shit hard)
What's your life like? Bullshit and gossip (This shit hard)
What the fuck is cancel culture, dawg?
Say what I want about you ****, I'm like Oprah, dawg
I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch, I own it all
Oh, you worried 'bout a critic? That ain't protocol (Bitch)

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, M. Spears, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Hykeem Carter & Sam Dew.

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