Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show

Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it

It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it

Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics

Uh, that's a (what?), in him, that's a lot of (what?)

Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies

Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff

We outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off

Blaps, blaps, fact, brick of raw

Tell me, why you boys rap if it's fictional?

Tell me, why you boys fed if it's criminal?

"Ay, Dot, can I get a drop?" Nah

Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal

Full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah!)

Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (squabble up)

Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)

Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up (what?)

Squabble up (squabble up), squabble up

No, no, no, no, no

Too loud, too reckless, too ghetto

Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game?

Then tighten up!

Nobody pray for me

It been that day for me

Way (yeah, yeah)

Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances

Finessin' 'em with some counterfeit, now I'm countin' this

Parmesan where my accountant lives, matter of fact, I'm downin' this

D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts

Girl, I can buy you the world with my paystub

I know it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?

I get way too petty once you let me do the extras

Pull up on your block, then I break it down, then we call it Tetris

A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk

Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk

If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes

If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk!

My left stroke just went viral

Right stroke put lil' baby in a- (uh)

Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')

Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')

Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Hol' on

I got, I got, I got, I got

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine quarter piece (huh)

Put the war and peace inside my DNA (huh, huh, Christ!)

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

That's hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA

Was born like this, perform like this, Yeshua new weapon

Transform like this, was Yeshua new weapon

That's murder, conviction (yeah, oh, oh)

Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead (yeah, oh, oh)

Scholars, fathers dead with kids and (yeah, oh, oh)

I wish I was- (yeah), hol' on

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Island right here's remote, okay

Thinkin' about no reaper

I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon, get chipped by a throwaway

And I might do a show a day, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you-?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down with a poker face?

Man, I know y'all boys sleep

Ever since Parmelee, it's K-D-O-T, what? (Bum!)

I deserve it all

Keep these bums away from me

Keep my essence contagious, that's okay with me

Burn this thing down, don't you play with me, stay with me

Crashin' out right now, it ain't safe with me

Did it with integrity, these boys try to hate on me

Just wait and see, more blood be spillin', it's just paint to me

Dangerously, ain't no changin' me, ain't no shame in me

Flip a coin, you want the dangerous me or the famous me?

How annoying

From the poise and the game I speak? A shame to me

It's important, I deserve it all because it's mine

Why you think you deserve the greatest of all t-

(Give a helping hand)

Ah, I see you brought your homeboys with you

The old culture cheat code (to your fellow men)

Scorekeeper, deduct one life (oh, my-)

Ay, what?

Look

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain

Peekaboo, 80 pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, I'm poppin' out, you better not smut my name

Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405

Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta

Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?

Peekaboo, you know my loved ones with that, let's get it

Peekaboo, surprise, uh, it's your boy, Chike E. Cheese (whoa)

Peekaboo, I FaceTimed my opp, yeah, I'm up the street (whoa)

Peekaboo, it's A-Z-Z, I put the boys to sleep (whoa)

Peekaboo, he on the ground, praise God and stompin' feet (whoa)

Peekaboo

Ladies (yes, Dot?)

I wanna make a move (for sure)

I wanna perform they favorite song

But you know they love to sue (what song?)

Yeah, that song (that song?)

Ah, maybe I'll think about it (oh, no)

Know what, I'll slow it down

Say, ladies, do me this solid (ooh)

Oh, you done lost your damn mind

If this world were mine

Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot

If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply

If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God

Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire

Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah

So this world, concrete flowers grow

Heartache, she only doin' what she know

Weekends, get it poppin' on the low

Better days comin' for sure (if this world were-)

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everythin'

I just wanna see you win, wanna see-

(If this world were mine)

It go in (uh), out (out), do it real slow (slow)

Baby, you a star (star), strike a pose

When I'm (uh) with you (uh), everythin' goes (uh-huh)

Come and put that on my soul

Tell me what you gon' do to me

Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me

You can bring a bullet, bring a morgue, bring a sword

But you can't bring the truth to me

Bump you and all your expectations

I don't even want your congratulations

I recognize your false confidence, promises all in your conversation

I hate those that feel entitled

Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you

Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?

I don't even like you

Corrupt a man's heart with a gift

That's how you find out who you dealin' with

A small percentage, who I'm building with

I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning

On my momma, Solána

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know (uh)

All the stars are closer

All the stars are closer

All the stars are close

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars are closer

All the stars are closer

All the stars are closer

Yeah-eah

That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what America wants, nice and calm

You're almost there

Don't mess this-

Ah

(Oh, no)

It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor

(You really 'bout to do it?)

40 acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music

(You really 'bout to do it?)

Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence

(Then get on it like that)

Ay, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, "Baow!"

Mustard on the beat, bro

Deebo, any rap, uh, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe"

Nail 'em boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'

What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?

Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many option

Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton

What? Beat your-, and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho

Pole, extort sh-, bully, Death Row

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any - that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified- (Christ!)

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'm on 'em tough

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a-? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-minor

They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us (what?)

They not like us (no), they not like us (no), they not like us

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way, hol' on

I go by the name of K-Dot, Dot, Kendrick Lamar, OKLAMA, Mr. Morale

This is GNX

We come all the way from Compton, California

Threw a party with y'all (Mustard on the beat)

Let me hear you say

Mustard!

They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it

Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings

Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'

In a city where the flag be gettin' thrown

Pass interference, padlock around the

Crash, pullin' up in a marked truck just to play freeze tag

Bone to pick, like it was sea bass

When I made it out, I made about 50K from a show

I showed y'all the ropes before they hung from a rope

I'm prophetic, they talk about it, I did it

Good for savin' face, I seen the cosmetics

Heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics

Hurry up, your muscle up, we up the higher metric

Ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric

Super Bowl made a feat, you die, I bet it

Mouth get full of deceit, cowards tell it

Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'

Mustard! (Oh, man)

They actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it

Got my-, on the-, but some-, gotta, ha!

Turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Huh, turn his TV off, turn his TV off

Turn his TV off, turn his-

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Thank you for watching the Super Bowl LIX Halftime Show