Is this mic on?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
Turn the mic up.
Come on, come on.
Is the mic on or not?
I want the mic.
We bringing up nobody, nobody, nobody but the number one rapper in the world.
He done traveled all over the world.
He came back just to give you some games.
All the little boys and girls, come on here.
What's happening, boy?
For you.
Come on out.
I done been through a whole lot.
Come on.
Tried tribulation, but I know God.
The devil want to put me in a bow tie.
Played at the holy water, don't go try.
Yeah, yeah.
I said, look around me.
So many motherfuckers want to down me.
But an amigo never drown me.
In front of a dirty double mirror, they found me.
And I love myself.
I want you looking at me.
Tell me what you see.
I love myself.
I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head.
I love myself.
Illuminated by the hand of God.
Boy, don't seem shy.
I love myself.
One day at a time.

They want to say it's a war.
I said, bomb in the street.
Gone in the hood.
My book release.
Black on the corner with a line full of fiends.
And a bottle full of lean.
And I might have won a scheme.
These days of frustration keep coming to the front.
Yeah, I duck these cold faces.
Post up feet.
Fight for faces.
Dreams are realities.
Peace.
Blow steam in the face of the beast.
Sky can fall down.
We can cry down.
Look at me, motherfucker.
I smile.
I love myself.
I want you looking at me.
Tell me what you see.
I love myself.
I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head.
And then I put me in.
I love myself.
Uh-huh.
Illuminate it.
All y'all come to the front.
Y'all come up to the front.
Baby, where are you?
Come on.
Crazy.
What you gonna do?
Lift up your head and keep moving.
Keep moving.
Turn the mic up.
Punch it.
At least the fashion police are where my heart.
On my sleeve, let the runway start.
You know the man's a bulldozer company.
What do you want from me and my scars?
Everybody lack confidence.
Everybody lack confidence.
How many times my potential was anonymous?
How many times?
How many times?

I said he making me promises.
So I promise this.
I love myself.
Uh.
I want you looking at me.
Tell me what you see.
I love myself.
Uh.
I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head.
And then I put me in.
I love myself.
Uh.
Illuminate it by the hand of God.
Boy, don't seem shy.
I love myself.
Up my baby.
Up my baby.
Down, down baby.
Down, down baby.
I could kill 5, 4, 4, 3, 5, 4.
One, two, three.
Not while I'm up here.
Not on my time.
Kill the music.
Not on my time, man.
We can say this for the streets.
We can say this for the kids, bro.
2015, tired of playing victim, dog.
This ain't trying to play victim.
Tutu, how many of these we done lost?
How many?
Yeah, yeah, how many we lost?
No, for real, answer the question.
How many?
We done lost, bro.
This year alone.
Exactly.
So we ain't got time to waste time, man.
Got to make time, bro.
The judge make time.
You know that.
The judge make time, right?
The judge make time so it ain't.
It shouldn't be for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog.
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro.
You know that.
Right.
It's Mando.
Right.
It's Mando.
And I say this because I love Mando.
I love all my n****s, bro.
Exactly.
Enough said.
Enough said that we're going to get back to the show and move on because that's petty.
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check.
We're going to do some acapella s*** before we get back to all my n****s.
Listen, listen to this.
I promise, Dave, I never used a phrase.
He said, think about what you saying.
No better than Samuel on the Django.
No better than a white man with slave boats.
Sound like I needed some soul searching.
My pops gave me some game in real person.
We traced my steps on what they never taught me.
Did my homework fast before government caught me.
So I'm going to dedicate this one verse to Oprah on how the infamous sensitive N-word controllers.
So many.
So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us.
Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia.
N-E-G-U-S.
Definition, royalty.
King, royalty.
Wait, listen.
N-E-G-U-S.
Description, black emperor, king ruler.
Now let me finish.
The history books overlook the word and hide it.
America tried to make it to a house divided.
The homies don't recognize we've been using it wrong.
So I'm going to break it down and put my game in a song.
N-E-G-U-S.
Say it with me.
Say no more.
Black stars can come and get me.
Take it from Oprah Winfrey.
Tell her she right on time.
Kendrick Lamar by far realest Nika's alive.