เนื้อเพลง For Free? (Interlude) - Kendrick Lamar

F*ck you, motherf*cker, you a ho-ass n*gga
I don't know why you trying to go big, n*gga you ain't sh*t
Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, n*gga you ain't sh*t
You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth
I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty eight inch, you playin'
I shouldn't be f*ckin' with you anyway, I need a baller ass, boss ass n*gga
You'se a off brand ass n*gga, everybody know it, your homies know it, everybody f*ckin' know
F*ck you n*gga, don't call me no more
You won't know, you gonna lose on a good b*tch
My other n*gga is on, you off
What the f*ck is really going on?

This d*ck ain't free
You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt
Like I never made end's meet, eatin' your leftovers and raw meat
This d*ck ain't free
Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary
Celery, tellin' me green is all I need
Evidently all I seen was spam and raw sardines
This d*ck ain't free, I mean, baby
You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes without a Mercedes Benz and twenty four inch rims, five percent tint, and air conditioning vents
Hell f*ckin' naw, this d*ck ain't free
I need forty acres and a mule
Not a forty ounce and a pitbull
Bullsh*t, matador, matador, had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that?
Genital's best friend, this d*ck ain't free
Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper
Titty juice and p*ssy lips kept me obnoxious, kept me up watchin'
Pornos and poverty, apology? No
Watch you volunteer it it while people less fortunate, like myself
Every dog has it's day, now doggy style shall help
This d*ck ain't free
Matter fact it need interest, matter fact it's nine inches
Matter fact see our friendship based on business
Pension, more pension, you're pinchin', my consensus
Been relentless, f*ck forgiveness, f*ck your feelings
F*ck your sources, all distortion, if you f*ck it's more abortion
More divorce courts and portion
My check with less endorsement left me dormant
Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with
F*ck you think is bullsh*t, porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice
Choice is deaf, a state of decapitated the horseman
Oh America, you bad b*tch, I the picked cotton that made you rich
Now my d*ck ain't free

I'mma get my Uncle Sam to f*ck you up
You ain't no king