Текст песни How Far We Go (Uptown 81) - Smoke DZA , Kendrick Lamar
Right
Gather
'round
hustlas
that's
if
ya
still
livin'
And
get
on
down
with
this
THC
vision
The
last
of
a
dying
breed
too
many
whack
artists
So
tell
em
Parappa
the
Rapper
nigga
rap
harder
Like
being
garbage
some
type
of
disease
I
take
em
out
their
misery,
make
it
harder
to
breathe
Ain't
no
problem
to
me,
call
me
Father
MC
Pay
homage
to
a
God,
bitch
fall
on
your
knees
Hood
booga
wannabe
house
wife
gassed
off
nini
High
sadity
meanie
tryna
emulate
the
TV
But
this
real,
fuck
how
you
feel
Call
of
Duty
mode
with
these
verses,
lot
of
kills
First
niggas
doubted
the
flow,
now
how
you
feel?
If
this
was
back
in
the
days
you'd
get
a
lot
of
gills
Gimme
mines,
I
really
rhyme
Yup
really
I'm,
one
of
the
illest
niggas
doin'
it
Or
these
niggas
is
losin'
it,
silly
minds
They
try
to
style
on
a
New
York
nigga
Like
my
flow
ain't
cold
like
a
New
York
winter
I
don't
stunt,
I
regulate
Seen
empires
separate
Best
friends
kill
best
friends
everyday
For
petty
sake
not
even
heavyweight,
it's
never
good
There's
a
Rich
Porter
story
in
every
hood,
DZA
No
matter
how
far
we
go
We
forever
be
real,
we'll
never
fold
Know
my
niggas
stay
down,
we
all
we
know
We
gotta
get
it
so
we
live
it
just
remember
what
we
do
and
won't
stop
My
turbulence
put
a
burden
on
young
herbs
Once
it's
crackin'
it's
a
chain
reaction
minus
Yung
Berg
I'm
on
the
verge
of
excellence
kill
em
off
with
no
evidence
Take
a
shot
at
the
Excorcist
then
X
em
out
with
these
words
Panoramic
views
be
tumblin'
out
my
mind
This
ain't
1992
bullets
tumblin'
out
no
nines
Big
AK's
like
Alicia
Keys
abbreviated
And
nowadays
niggas
stand
behind
em
like
Clive
Davis
Clyde
Drexler,
before
the
hood
got
dribbled
niggas
right
up
on
the
stretcher
An
understatement
said
that
K.
Lamar
was
under
pressure
Don't
press
ya
luck
when
I'm
pressed
for
time
Cuz
when
the
press
get
this
verse,
their
sure
to
press
rewind
The
president's
prayer
can't
save
us
in
my
cul-de-sac
There's
codeine,
crack
and
cognac
enough
violence
to
keep
the
devil
smilin'
while
we
whilin'
on
them
corners
with
them
ropes
and
rats
Nigga
build
a
trap
house,
hope
his
homies
don't
run
his
trap
See
the
Feds
and
tap
out
that's
wrestler
shit
Don't
rest
your
case
as
a
gangsta
because
you
wrestled
your
bitch
We
move
in
silence,
like
the
potato
tip
when
we
ridin'
And
we
ride
rotten,
2 choppers
found
dirty
sirens
You
ain't
been
where
I
been,
I
know
where
I'm
goin'
And
life's
a
bitch,
I
know
that
she
hoing
I
know
what
I'm
sewing,
what
I
reap
I
know
that
I'm
flowing
like
water
from
sea
or
water
from
creek
And
if
I
don't
speak,
I
know
you
ain't
growin
Cuz
I'm
a
leader,
respect
it
when
you
see
em
Accepted
by
yo
new
bitch,
yo
old
bitch
and
yo
BM
Y'all
always
on
that
BS
and
PS
I'm
takin
all
things
I'm
takin
off
first,
this
G6
is
on
it's
way
No
matter
how
far
we
go
We
forever
be
real,
we'll
never
fold
Know
my
niggas
stay
down,
we
all
we
know
We
gotta
get
it
so
we
live
it
just
remember
what
we
do
and
won't
stop
1 1st Class
2 Intro
3 Winning
4 Roll up, Pour Up
5 How Far We Go (Uptown 81)
6 1st Class
7 Profit
8 White Papers
9 To Whom It May Concern
10 The World
11 Early Days of George
12 Gotta Get Paid
13 Know Better
14 Fuck Is You Talkin Bout
15 Loaded
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