Kendrick Lamar - Wanna Be Heard Lyrics

It's like I don't think you
Fully understand who I am, ya know?
I'm just a good kid from
Compton that wanna rap
I don't represent no colors
I represent my lil' sisters and brothers
I'm the oldest, nigga
And if you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack check it out

I used to wanna rap like JAY-Z
Until I finally realized that Jay wasn't me
I took my time to jot down
Every line that's a quotable
Critics say I don't be killing this
Shit but I know I do
Because I used to practice early
Morning and then after school
I'm working on my hooks my nigga
I ain't tryna battle you but even if I did
I guarantee I'd overshadow you
Like a fucked up taper that
Turned to bowl cut
I'mma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane
Now that's a comparison that
You probably wouldn't understand
Because I can touch the people
And still keep it ghetto
As an '87 Regal with the tree
Air freshener on the rearview mirror
I wear a heart on my shoulder
'Member when we used to make
The boost look like Motorola?
Your cousin fucked up your room
Every time he came over
Then went to jail when we got older
That shit is a bad odor
But still I remain focused in due time
I'll be able to swipe my card
And it won't say decline
That shit's embarrassing huh
Hope no one pay you no mind
But it's a bad bitch behind you
While you standing in line
Can you relate to my story?
Can you follow my dreams
And admirations that I had ever
Since I was thirteen?
My momma believed in me
She let me use her van to go to the studio
Even though she know her tank is empty
That's who I do it fo'
My pops got a different approach
Yeah he believed
But he always questioned when I'mma
Drop my debut CD
How long this gon' take nigga?
You still haven't ate nigga
At twenty-two I had two cars
And my own place nigga
It's a sacrifice I try to tell him
That's when he turn to BET and
Tell me that he jealous
Of all these niggas getting money and
Their shit don't sound like shit
I ain't tryna kill your confidence
Or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard

Yep, yep, that's my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that's poured
Out on the curb listen to my nouns and verbs
(Man, I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say
I'ma be heard

What up DZYNE? I ain't forgot nigga
You developed me, telling me I was hot nigga
You believed in me first
That's what's for sure
At the church recording, at the garage
But it worked but me and Dave kind of
Felt you lost the passion
A lot was going on in your
Life and you needed space
But still I should have came to you
First to tell you what happened
But I was seventeen and figured
It's best I stay away and I was wrong
I was young and couldn't look you in
The eye for what I'd done
But I'm telling you we ain't done
Matter of fact
How's your sons? What they up to?
Remember they used to run away while
You had worked on ProTools?
People I used to be in the
Booth till four in the morning
With school in the morning, yawning
But I was on it me, you and Dave was on it
Buzzing like Charlotte Hornets when
That tape dropped
Where them beats nigga? It's been five
Years since we had rocked time to be heard

Yep, yep, that's my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that's poured
Out on the curb listen to my nouns and verbs
(Man, I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say
I'ma be heard

So can you feel it?
When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit?
Do it make you wanna
Say motherfuck a gimmick?
The truth can set you free if
You Do the Right Thing word to Spike Lee
Don't he look like Sounwave?
That's kinda random
But my humor sometimes strays
Like a dog in the night
Twenty-four hours in a day but
Only take five minutes
To grab a pad and a pen
Then send your dog a kite
I spread love like a Hippy
But I'm a Black one
With Jesus Christ passion
I swear on the bible
Tabernacle to all my rivals, I ain't mad
You hate a nigga for tryna help you
That's your bad because I figure I can make
A way with these stanzas
I probably can't heal cancer
But I can heal the city
My niggas, tell me you with me
And if you is won't you pop my CD in
Open up your trunk, then let it bump
So I can be heard yeah, uh huh

Yep, yep, that's my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that's poured
Out on the curb listen to my nouns and verbs
(Man, I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherfuck what a critic got to say
I'ma be heard

D-Dave, what up nigga? Matt Jeezy, hahaha