 This is King Kendrick Lamar, King Kendrick, and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses, forensics, well I told you Kendrick had killed it, pretended some massacre And the mass is upon us, and I mastered being a master at dodging your honor In the chapter that read at twenty-five, I was left dormant like five in the morning They'll raise a spot while Kendrick's performing, and if they take everything, no I got Cogton, Cogton, ain't no city quite like mine