b*tch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Remix) lyrics

by

Drake


[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise, Kendrick Lamar]
I am a sinner
Who's prob'ly gonna sin again
Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got
My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin'
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe (Uh)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside of my soul and you can find
Gold and maybe get rich—hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
But now my album platinum and sh*t, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than another statistic, my n*gga
This courtesy of Compton (Courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherf*cker
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I'm lookin' to be the god MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm f*ckin' this industry hard
I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we ain't thirsty n*gga, never alert me, n*gga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me, n*gga, this is a burpee, n*gga
Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon, that's excellent (That's excellent)
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise, Kendrick Lamar]
I am a sinner
Who's prob'ly gonna sin again
Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away, I got
My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin'
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe
b*tch, don't kill my vibe, b*tch, don't kill my vibe

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Up in the clouds
Me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
Please turn them sh*ts down (Down, down)
Can't hear myself think
Turbulence, sh*t, I almost spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink, runnin' through that b*tch
Like it's my house, all up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherf*ckers, all I do is ball
No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to
Empty my memory bank
It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank
Presidential pardon, name one n*gga out there harder than him
I'll wait
I've been in my wave like twenty years straight
I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight
Don't f*ck up my high (f*ck up my high)
Nights like this, I could f*ck up a pie
Still be straight (Still be straight)
Fall back, b*tch, I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a n*gga got left
Back to this joint
Smokin' this sh*t like I'm tryna prove a point
I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that's your motherf*ckin' funeral
Hahaha
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals
n*ggas p*ssed off
I ministered this generation by far
Leader of the new school
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan?
World in my palms, ironically
I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball
Told n*ggas when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen
To put a n*gga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Shoulda been in the pen but now my pen writin' with morphine
I heal n*ggas, touch down with more fiends
I kill n*ggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was running for dear life
But now I'm running the map, b*tch, I'm here n*gga
Picture lil' ole me giving a f*ck for what a f*ck n*gga gotta say
n*gga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
n*gga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
Empty out another magazine like blah
Let a young n*gga get by (Doot!)
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot! Doot!)
I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10-second drum solo
b*tch see you at Woodstock, ah!
[Produced by Sounwave]
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