《N95》是Kendrick Lamar演唱的歌曲，由Kendrick Lamar、M. Spears、Jahaan Akil Sweet、Matthew Samuels、Hykeem Carter、Sam Dew填詞，Kendrick Lamar、M. Spears、Jahaan Akil Sweet、Matthew Samuels、Hykeem Carter、Sam Dew譜曲，收錄在專輯《Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers》中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：N95
- 所屬專輯：Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers
- 歌曲時長：3分15秒
- 填詞：Kendrick Lamar 、M. Spears、Jahaan Akil Sweet、Matthew Samuels、Hykeem Carter、Sam Dew
- 譜曲：Kendrick Lamar 、M. Spears、Jahaan Akil Sweet、Matthew Samuels、Hykeem Carter、Sam Dew
- 發行日期：2022年5月13日
- 歌曲語言：英語
- 發行公司：pgLang
Top Dawg Entertainment
Aftermath
Interscope Records
歌曲歌詞,
歌曲歌詞
Hello new world, all the boys and girls, I got some true stories to tell
You're back outside, but they still lied, woah (Yeah)
Take off the fufu, take off the clout chase, take off the Wi-Fi
Take off the money phone, take off the car loan, take off the flex and the white loss
Take off the weird ass jewelry, I'ma take ten steps, then I'm taking off top five
Take off them fabricate streams and them microwave memes, it's a real world outside (Take that shit off)
Take off your idols, take off the runway, I take off to Cairo (Take that shit off)
Take off to Saint-Tropez, five day stay, take a quarter mill', hell, if I know
Take off the front flat, take off the perception, take off the cop with the eye patch (Take that shit off)
Take off the unloyal, take off unsure, take off decisions I lack (Take it off)
Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke, take off the I'm broke, I care (Take it off)
Take off the gossip, take off the new logic and that if I'm rich, I'm rare (Take it off)
Take off the Chanel, take off the Dolce, take off the Birkin bag
Take all that designer bullshit off ，and what do you have?
Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as **** (You out of pocket)
Huh, two ATMs (Hah, hah, hah, hah), you steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
Who you think they talkin' bout? Talkin' 'bout us (You out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Who you think they copy off? Copy off us (Get back in pocket)
The world in a panic, the women is stranded, the men on a run
The prophets abandoned, the lord take advantage, the market is crashin' the industry once
Niggas and bitches to sleep in a box where they makin' a mockery followin' us
This ain't Monopoly, watchin' for love
This ain't monotony, y'all gettin' ****edJumping on what the hell is that? I gotta relax when I feel
All of my decendents, they come in my sleep and say I am too real (Huh, facts)
I'm done with the sensitive taking it personal, done with the black and the white
The wrong and the right, you hopnig for change and clericals, I know the feelings that came with burial cries (Bitch)
Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as **** (You out of pocket)
Huh, two ATMs (Hah, hah, hah, hah), you steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
Who you think they talkin' bout? Talkin' 'bout us (You out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Who you think they copy off? Copy off us (Get back in pocket)
Serving up a look, dancing in the drought
Hello to the big stepper, never losing count
Venting in the safe house, venting in the safe house
Can I vent all my truth? I got nothing to lose
I've got problems and pools I can swim in my faith
Cameras movin' whenever I'm movin', the family suin' whatever I make
Murder is stacking, the president acting, the government taxing my fungs in a bank
Homies attracting the feds when I'm bracking, look at my reaction, my pupils on skates (Hold up, hold up)
Let's think about this for a second (Let's go)
Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (let's go)
Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go)
Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community field, they the only ones relevant (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community field, they the only ones relevant (Let's go)
You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket (This shit hard)
You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it (This shit hard)
You entertaining old friends when they toxic (This shit hard)
What's your life, life bullshit and gossip (This shit hard)
What the **** is cancel culture dawg?
Say what I want about you niggas, I'm like Oprah, dawg
I treat you crackers like I'm jigga watch, I own it all
Oh, you worried 'bout a critic, that ain't protocol
