DUCKWORTH.

It was always me vs the world
Until I found its me vs me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth!
We gon put it in reverse
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Darling, I told you many times
And I am telling you once again
Just to remind you, sweetheart
That my -
Oh Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, Im a star
Life is one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin, infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep
See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest povertys dialect
Adaptation inevitable: gun violence, crack spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven
Well-respected, calm and collected
Laughin and jokin made life easier; hard times, Momma on crack
A four-year-old tellin his nanny he needed her
His family history: pimpin and bangin
He was meant to be dangerous
Clocked him a grip and start slangin
Fifteen, scrapin up his jeans with quarter pieces
Even got some head from a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman, workin for his big homie
Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
10,000 dollars out of a project housing, thats on the daily
Seen his first mil twenty years old, had a couple ofbabies
Had a couple of shooters
Caught a murder case, fingerprints on the gun they assumin
But witnesses couldnt prove it
That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin
He beat the case and went back to hustlin
Bird-shufflin, Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
Circlin parking lots and parking spots
And hoppin out while harrassin the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
See, at this chicken spot
There was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
He worked the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets, the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars
They had a son, hopin that hed see college
Hustlin on the side with a nine -to-five to freak it
Cadillac Seville, hed ride his son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up the place before, back in 84
Thats when affiliation was really eight gears of war
So many relatives tellin us, sellin us devilish works
Killin us, crime, intelligent, felonious
Prevalent proposition with 9s
Ducky was well-aware
They robbed the manager and shot a customerlast year
He figured hed get on these niggas good sides
Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They didnt kill him; in fact , it look like theyre the last to survive
Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives
One curse at a time
Reverse the manifest and good karma, and Ill tell you why
You take two strangers and put em in random predicaments
Give em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it
Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make em meet again
Inside recording studios where they reapin their benefits
Then you start remindin them about that chicken incident
Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence?
Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin life
While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight
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So, I was takin a walk the other day