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Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter

Kendrick Lamar

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"Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:42 pm

Album: good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 01

Lord God, I come to You a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that You raised Him from the dead
I will ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for Him from this day forth
Thank You, Lord Jesus, for saving me with Your precious blood
In Jesus name, amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump, from the jump, she was a camel
I wanna ride like Arabians, pushing '04 Mercedes Benz
Hello, my name is Kendrick, she said, "No, you're handsome"
Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin'
Ciara had played in the background
The parade music we made had us all wearing shades now, cool
Where you stay? She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount
Well, is it Compton? "No", she replied and quickly start batting her eyes
How strictly I wanted her thighs around me
Seventeen with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental
My motive was rather sinful, what you tryna get into?
She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel
Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and, well
The summer had passed and now, I'm liking her
Conversation we having probably enticing her
Who can imagine? Maybe my actions'll end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless, we're fucked 'cause the trife in us
Is deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb
Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from
We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her younger two brothers
Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible
Family history of gang bangin' did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from getting a nut
I wanna come over, what's up? That's what I told her
Soon as this episode of Martin go off, I'm tryna get off
I was in heat like a cactus
My tactics of being thirsty probably could hurt me, but fuck it, I got some heart
Grabbed my mama's keys, hopped in the car, then oh, boy
So now, I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
At least I hope 'cause my pockets broke as a promise, man
I'm thinking 'bout that sex, thinking 'bout her thighs
Or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what position's next
Sent a picture of her titties, blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom
I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet
And six steps from where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street
I pulled up, a smile on my face and then, I see
Two ****, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang
Please leave your message for three, two, thr-
Record your message after the tone
Kendrick, where you at?
Damn, I'm sitting here waiting on my van
You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes
I gotta go to the county building, man
These kids ready to eat, I'm ready to eat, shit!
I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
You on your way or what?
I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hood rats out there, shit
Especially that crazy ass girl, Sherane
And plus, you got school tomorrow
You keep fuckin' around in them streets
You ain't gonna pass to the next grade
Eleventh grade
Is that Kendrick on the phone?
Your daddy calling about some damn dominoes
He wanna holler at you, too, gon' 'head, Kenny, go on
Hello? Yeah, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?
Kenny (What?)
You on his voicemail, damn fool
Oh (Shit)
K, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?
This the second time I ask you to bring my fuckin' dominoes
Just give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up, damn
He's losing my goddamn dominoes
Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back
I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car
This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes
It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes
Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment, fuck
Fuck them damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that
Nobody wanna hear your ass
Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on
You killing my motherfuckin' vibe

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, C. Whitacre & J. Henderson.

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