[Produced by Kanye West and Nottz]

[Intro]
(W-W-W-What is it?)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder it's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by that nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
'Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
N***a, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got they mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cuttin' school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and an arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge
Like Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies"
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides
Throwin' punches in his room, if he cries, he cries
We don't drink away the pain when a n***a die
We add a link to the chain, inscribe a n***a name in your flesh
We playin' on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital my only Timex
N***a, this is timeless, simply 'cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus
N***a, this is Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds 'til you dyin', dead, yuugh
[Interlude]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change, ch-ch-change
Dee-dee-dee-dah, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dah-dee-day, ayy (What is it?)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Trouble's on my mind
I still smell crime, my little brother cryin'
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealin' it
Hit the pipe and start feelin' it
Ooh-wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, jeez louise, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten, n***as don't pay attention
And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions
My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half
Took an L, started sellin' soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusin' his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold
I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips
One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said, "Son, how come you think you'll be my connect?"
I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect"
He said, "Well, n***a, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, n***a
Now reap what you sowed, n***a (Please reap what you sowed, n***a)
I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smokin' is my profession, let's get it
[Outro]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change, ch-change, ch-change, ch-change
You better change what comes out your speaker
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?