Kendrick Lamar - Recognize My Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Let me tell you why I do this sh** I'm a son of a gun cause moms was a Hoover Crip First day I got signed I had to prove I spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (Busta: son, duke is sick) The protege of Doc Dre, I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone They say truth hurts, sunk like quick sand Don't stop me in traffic and ask about Hittman I gotta restore the feeling that crawled from under the rock After Tha Dogg Pound crushed the buildings I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan after I sell 5 million If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre You goin' do me like Xzibit and cut half of my face? I take all the credit for putting the west back on the map If you ain't feeling that, guess I'm Guerrilla Black [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life Ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart n***a f** your feelings, this is me [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Patty cake, patty cake, microwave s**as make a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha ha) I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm, I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope) Show me what you're workin' with just like that (like that) Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring it back) Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back (bring it back) It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap Strapped up in the club, yeah I'm so crazy These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (ha ha) I tried to tell 'em but these n***as ain't hearin' me Mossberg pump I'm ridin' shotgun literally (daaamn) Live from the projects, you know what it is Ay, Snowman, (what up), can I get a ad lib? (yeahhhhhhh) Get the club crunk, can't take that from me Ain't dropped yet, still got Lil' Jon money I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares (ay) We pop Cris' my n***a, and still drink beers (dat's riiight) What did you expect man, I came from nothin' (nothin) Real street n***a and wouldn't change for nothin' (nah) Got my n***as out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling (chea) Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings (ay) It oughta be a crime just to feel this good I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood (ayy) [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life Ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart n***a f** your feelings, this is me [Verse 3: Birdman] Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them s**ers Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds They reppin' layin' here we stuntin' On the grind all the time homie gettin' money 3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta 17th hustler known top ranker Money go getter them clowns can't figure Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died Know I had to ride never let it slide It's just the G in me and I'mma get it til I die daddy Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the Caddy Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin' Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi' 2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life Ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart n***a f** your feelings, this is me