Kendrick Lamar – Worldwide Steppers Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar – Worldwide Steppers Lyrics
Worldwide Steppers
Kendrick Lamar
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    "Worldwide Steppers." - Kendrick Lamar

    Album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers
    Track No: 03
    Kodak Black
    Oklama
    Eckhart Tolle
    And this is the big steppa
    I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch
    We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch
    Germaphobic, hetero, and—
    I am not for the faint of heart
    My genetic build can build multi-universes
    The man of God playing Baby Shark with my daughter
    Watching for sharks outside at the same time
    Life as a protective father, I'd kill for her
    My son Enoch is the part two
    When I expire, my children will make higher valleys
    In this present moment, I saw that through
    Asked Whitney about my lust addiction
    Text messaging bitches got my thumbs hurt
    Set precedent for a new sac-religion
    Writer's block for two years, nothing moved me
    Asked God to speak through me
    That's what you hear now, the voice of yours truly
    Teleport out my home body for comfort
    I don't pass judgment, past life regressions keep me in question
    Where did I come from?
    I don't think like I used to
    No, I don't blink like I used to
    Awkward stares at everybody
    See the flesh of man but still this man compare to nobody
    Yesterday, I prayed to the flowers and trees
    Gratification to the powers that be
    Synchronization with my energy chakras
    The ghost of Dr. Sebi paid it forward
    Cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy, sciatica nerve pinch
    I don't know how to feel
    Like the first time I fucked a white bitch
    The first time I fucked a white bitch, I was sixteen at the Palisades, fumbling my grades
    I traveled with the team, the Apache life
    Centennial was like when Ms. Baker screamed at dough boy
    Mix that with Purple Rain
    They interchanged the scenes
    Happy just to be out the hood
    With all the wealthy kids
    Credit cards and family plans
    She drove her daddy's Benz
    I found out that he was a sheriff, that was a win-win
    Because he had locked up Uncle Perry, she paid her daddy's sins
    Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen
    Good kid, m.A.A.d city tour
    I flourished on 'em stages
    Whitney asked did I have a problem
    I said, "I might be racist"
    Ancestors watching me fuck was like retaliation
    I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch
    We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch
    Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
    Photoshopping lies and motives
    Hide your eyes then pose for the pic
    What the—
    Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers
    Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars
    Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies
    You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology
    Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship?
    Objectified so many bitches, I killed they confidence (What the—)
    The media is the new religion, you killed the consciousness (What the fuck?)
    Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments (What the fuck?)
    **** killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive (What the fuck?)
    If your opinion fuck around and leak, might as well send your will (What the—)
    The industry has killed the creatives, I'll be the first to say (What the fuck?)
    To each exec', "I'm saving your children, we can't negotiate" (What the—)
    I caught a couple bodies myself, slid my community
    My last Christmas toy drive in Compton, handed out eulogies
    Not because the rags in the park had red gradient
    But because the high blood pressure flooded the catering
    So what's the difference 'tween your life when hiding motives?
    What fatalities and reality brung you closure?
    The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to?
    We slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower
    I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch (What the fuck?)
    We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch (What the—)
    Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
    Photoshopping lies and motives
    Hide your eyes then pose for the pic

    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Donte Lamar Perkins, M. Spears, J. Pounds, Sam Dew, V. Crane & P. Darnell.

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