Kendrick Lamar – Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice) [feat. GLC] Lyri

Kendrick Lamar – Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice) [feat. GLC] Lyrics

Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice)

Kendrick Lamar (feat. GLC)

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"Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice)." - Kendrick Lamar (feat. GLC)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:53 pm

Album: Section.80

Track No: 08

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary, way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge in the face when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition had said I was suited for family ties
My momma is stressin', my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these **** ride
Every minute, hour, and second, ministers tried to save me
How I'm gon' listen when I don't even hear God?
Heaven or Hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried 'bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street **** for real ****
The same **** that kill with you'll squeal with ya
I deal with ya like my son, stare at the sun
And you'll be lookin' in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my ****
Uncles, twenty-three hours sendin' me pictures
I want you to know that I'm so determined to blow
That you hear the music I wrote
Hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the pen is in my view
I'ma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real **** with me
Fuck the police, they gon' have to come and get me
If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me
You like to mistake a street **** for real ****
The same **** that kill with ya'll squeal with ya
I like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm twenty-three with morals and plans of livin' cordial
Not rich, but wealthy
There's nothin' you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back
And for that I give them my torso
You think about it
And don't call me lyrical
'Cause really I'm just a **** that's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers usin' big words
To make their similes curve
My simplest shit be more pivotal
I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
Worrisome individuals that live life critical
So won't you bear witness while I bare feet?
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch break, eatin' in that parking lot
On 'Wanna Be Heard' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressin' me gettin' what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready for the world that minute
So the next time he roll up and drop grams in it
He'll probably be out of work, laid back, while he
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real **** with me
Fuck the police, they gon' have to come and get me
If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me
Church is definitely on the move
And now we done took it up to the cathedral
'Cause the 'ism' is enormous
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
We out here rotatin' under the five Ps
Proper preparation prevents poor performance
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Doin' my thing
'Cause I'm rotatin' with my speakers thumpin'
From the Windy City streets
All the way out here to the streets of Compton
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Church is definitely on the move
And we gon' continue to hustle and grow
And develop by far
As I rotate with my true player partner
By the name of Kendrick Lamar
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
This is the 'ism', this is the vision
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Gotta get up off your ass and get it, man
That's the only way your pockets gon' expand
I tell you every day, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Apply yourself to supply your wealth
Only limitations you'll ever have
Are those that you place upon yourself
Church is definitely on the move
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Exercise your 'ism'
And don't depend on no one else
Cathedral, church, 'ism'

Writer(s): GLC, Kendrick Lamar, Willie B.

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