R.O.T.C (Interlude) - Kendrick Lamar, BJ The Chicago Kid

Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now

Like should I start trapping?

If what I write down don’t collect this very moment

Then I’m on it, no question

In the streets, my niggas is well connected, let’s see

Do I cop a pound of kush, promethazine or push some E?

Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?

This is deep as the abyss, I’m not just rhyming on the beat

I be in spots, chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet

This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils

Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo

Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip

And hope one day it flourish to a kilo

Track record of a hustler

Rather records on the needle, making music

Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing

My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?

«I thought you had a show?»

Well, my nigga, I guess I didn’t

I’m tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds tempting

Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines

Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up

Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough

This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution

Curb-serving, or I might be in your store boosting

Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck Hip Hop

Don’t wanna be Pun, don’t wanna be B.I.G., don’t wanna be Pac

Just give me your funds, A.K.A.

everything that you got

Or everything getting shot, for nothing

Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling

Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor

Moving grams like relocating your mom’s momma

Then expand to the Hoover dam, water, sherm

Contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked

Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds

I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down

And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me

You’ll know I always had a passion for riddling, writing

But lately, I’ve been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten

My future financially, so please don’t be mad at me

I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit

So I tell my nigga, «Front me, let me put it on the strip»

Then give it back when I think about the consequence

Shit…

There are times, when you need someone

I will be by your side

Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines

Special for you, and me yeah

I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances

Before they pass, they pass, they pass

Pass me by, oh darling

You’ve got to look at the other side

R.O.T.C—Right On Time Conscience