The Hillbillies - Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar

In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer

Nothing I can do Nothing I can say You'll do what you want to Go your own sweet way You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way Now I can talk to you serious I can talk to you nice When it comes to love You won't take good advice You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way Yeah, you'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way It doesn't matter what I say What I do or what I think You can lead a horse to water You can't make him drink You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way I said, you'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way

Beverly Beverly Hillbillies Huh, now lookie here, people Listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something, that poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed Now, let me tell you, one day he was shootin' Old Jed was shootin' at some food When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there Well, there came a bubblin' crude Oil that is, well, maybe you call it Black gold or Texas tea He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale And be a Beverly Hillbilly Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin' Yeah, buddy, move away from there That little Clampett got his own cement pond That little Clampett, he's a millionaire Now, everyone said Californie Is the place that you oughta be We got to load up this here truck now We got to move to Beverly Hills, that is Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Look at that, look at that Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Y'all come back now, hear? Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies

Hillbillies in the Hay Hillbillies love it in the hay! Riff 4 X's Tractor's parked out in the yard I say you and me take it down to the barn Pull it inside and climb to the top Spread out a blanket in a favorite spot Pitch that pitchfork out of the way Hillbillies love it in the hay! Grab that bottle of strawberry wine Plateful of chicken and some of that pie We could be there all night long You know how we get when we get it on Up in the loft down yonder way Hillbillies love it in the hay! Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass Hillbillies... like it like that! 2 measure riff Sun's coming up and the rooster crows Hound dog chewing on the chicken bone (chicken bone) You and me just a having a ball (yee-haw) It's a good thing that old mule can't talk (goodness) Ain't no telling what he might say Hillbillies love it in the awwwwwww ... HAY! Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass Hillbillies... like it like that! Yeah we do! 8 measure riff Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass (awww... yes...) Hillbillies... like it like that! 4 measure Bass riff Hey hillbilly! Hey hillbilly! (yeah, ya know what we're talking about) Hey hillbilly! Hey hillbilly!

And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments I'ma give her maximum performance I can't fall in love because I'm heartless, ooh, mmm, yeah (ayy, ooh) Whole lotta murder when it drop Get the sticks, get the mop Glow seats, gang, goin' ape shit I'ma have the Patek, hold the sky Bad bitches poppin' 'til they not Tame Impala niggas in the cut smokin' pot Prada bag shawty, used the bitch as a prop And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments (straight out, straight out) I'ma give her maximum performance (straight out) I can't fall in love because I'm heartless Trophies hidin' in the nosebleeds Baby, get to know me, I got rich off no sleep Baby got the Rollie, workin' through the proceeds Baby, I go toe-to-toe-to-toe with the whole league Baby, let's get low-low Hidin' from them cameras, you can tell me what they don't know Take a private flight overseas with these logos Take a private flight to the breeze, fuck the promo (shh, shh, shh) Ego jumpin' out the Birkin, bitch, go lay it down Niggas out here trickin' on you, how is this in style? He gon' send a little bit to keep you down And you might do a little bit to keep him 'round I like my women smart, I like it when they brown (mmh) How did you buy that ass? Did you buy pound-for-pound? I populate the status, populate your crowd Man, let these hoes keep talkin', let 'em run they mouth And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments I'ma give her maximum performance I can't fall in love because I'm- Ooh, mmm, yeah (ooh)

Just went half on a bitch Bitch wanna see how much I spent (yeah) All eyes on my clip like this Wish yo' ass could get like this, woah (yeah) Off-White be my fit Made enough cash, gotta bend ten fat Lil' bitch broke my heart last year God on the phone (woah-woah), I'll get her like that Just went half on a bitch Bitch wanna see how much I spent (yeah) All eyes on my clip like this Wish yo' ass could get like this, woah (yeah) Off-White be my fit Made enough cash, gotta bend ten fat Lil' bitch broke my heart last year God on the phone (woah-woah), I'll get her like that Just got word of the throne Back up, hoe, back, back, back off me Humbled another bad bitch, I'm sorry Y'all better know the status, I'm sorry Dodging another addict, models in the attic Gettin' antic, my lifestyle jagged High fashion, I don't talk much, quiet assassin (yeah, yeah) It take a lot to get like this (woah) Why your man can't get like this? (Woah) Bitch, you are all up in my fit (woah) Still finna go to, on my whip (woah) See you then I swerve (swerve) Bitch, I go to work (work) See you then I swerve (swerve) Bitch, I go to work (work) Just went half on a bitch Bitch wanna see how much I spent (yeah) All eyes on my clip like this Wish yo' ass could get like this, woah (yeah) Off-White be my fit Made enough cash, gotta bend ten fat Lil' bitch broke my heart last year God on the phone (woah-woah), I'll get her like that Just went half on a bitch Bitch wanna see how much I spent (yeah) All eyes on my clip like this Wish yo' ass could get like this, woah (yeah) Off-White be my fit Made enough cash, gotta bend ten fat Lil' bitch broke my heart last year God on the phone (woah-woah), I'll get her like that

I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make leave me with scars? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make tear us apart? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart Yeah, yeah, already livin' my truth Can't sabotage my love for nothing 'Member I had to choose "Lord, help me" 'cause I couldn't say nothin' This reminds me of the days before I was buzzin' When my auntie told me "Come inside the house, you make a mess, I'll kick you out" Don't saturate my love for some respect I cannot vouch Judgin' from my shoes, and all they're seein' is the couch My moral what I stand on, so I got up and I bounced I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make leave me with scars? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make tear us apart? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart (Mm-hmm) in the backseat, holdin' on for dear life, I must (Mm-hmm) runnin' them streets, thinkin' that I'll never get touched (Mm-hmm) I've hit the point where enough is never enough, yeah I gotta see my ceiling with those I trust (ooh-ooh) I'd rather feed my feelings with those I lust (ooh-ooh) You know what it means, I had low self-esteem We was livin' on the east side And I had to pack up my things when my mama was 'sleep Two kisses to the peace sign That's when life was on the decline Two bus passes, I'll be fine I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make leave me with scars? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make tear us apart? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart (Close your mind a little bit) Can you blame us? (Random thoughts in my head) You can blame us (Can't get the bad out my head) Can you blame us? (Is this from the pain I had) Can you blame us? I need a new fixation (uh-huh, uh) Open the conversations (uh-huh, uh) Starting to lose my patience (uh-huh, uh) If I had a new temptations I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make leave me with scars? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart I ask God (God) Why this life you gave so hard? Why all the choices that I make tear us apart? I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart

Are you mad at me? Are you irritated? I let you duck me, then you celebrated Are you showin' off because you with your friends, dawg? Don't be showin' out when you with your friends, dawg Don't be showin' out when you with your mans, dawg Please don't let me catch him on my Insta It's a thousand ways to misunderstand, dawg It's a thousand ways that we can make amends, dawg And you know he only love you when your pants off I showed you light, I showed you grown man talk Age differences between us, on our last, dawg I'm comin' home, why you always on the edge, dawg? Why you mad at me? Why you irritatеd? I let you duck me, then you cеlebrated Are you showin' off because you with your friends, dawg? Don't be showin' out when you with your friends, dawg Makes no sense, no, no, no These niggas tryna ride the wave, ride the wave Makes no sense, no, no, no These bitches tryna ride my face, ride my face (yeah, let's go) Sorry mama, you ain't need to know this Sorry mama, but I couldn't focus You ain't gon' have my back against the ropes You poppin' pussy like that bitch, go then I'm walkin' down the aisle doin' my Dougie If I'm walkin' down the aisle, I hope you love me I like it skinny and I like it chubby As long as we involved, it won't bug me Ho, it's your birthday, your birthday It's your birthday, we gotta take a picture It's your birthday from now to December It's a birthday, how could I not remember? We fuck, so I cleaned up your roster Got rid of the hypebeast imposters Taught hoes how to talk to you proper 'Cause I get good results like a doctor Are you mad at me? Are you irritated? I let you duck me, then you celebrated Are you showin' off because you with your friends, dawg? Don't be showin' out when you with your friends, dawg Makes no sense, no, no, no These niggas tryna ride the wave, ride the wave, yeah Makes no sense, no, no, no These bitches tryna ride my face, ride my face

I get the top while I skeet off (huh) Swervin' through lanes, I am limitless For the ones down, I say, "Free y'all" I start to question what freedom is My unc' put the Chevy on fours I drip in all black like an emo bitch But these are not regular clothes These are the outfits I make a movie in (huh) Baby Keem count up them Frito Lays I get the call and I go Shawty gon' fuck all my goons, stop it I am above the buffoons, stop it I am above all the rules Look at my wrist, it say "Freeze, freeze" I need to buy a new neck, neck, neck, neck I stopped wearin' VVs (Huh, huh, huh) Pleasе get the fuck out the pic' (huh) Hе got to fuck and he got to fuck So what is the use of my dick? She wanna put on her jewelry, and play with it Like she's entitled to it I'm done Bitch, go to your room I cannot fuck with no corny bitch I give 'em ten and be done with it I learned that shit from the gunners Mask on, they don't know who it is Eat the pussy so good I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit I'm the youngest nigga runnin' it Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hooligans, they on the way Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Had to influence the wave Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hop in the ship, go to space Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Drive to the crib on the lakes I need another exit at the show 'Cause niggas be lurkin' when I hit the road, stupid Y'all gotta deal with the boss Y'all gotta talk to the ones in control, stupid Even if I take a loss I stand on the money so tall I see growth, stupid Turn all you niggas to ghosts, stupid Take your credit, now you're toast, stupid (huh, huh) I cannot fuck with no corny bitch I give 'em ten and be done with it I learned that shit from the gunners Mask on, they don't know who it is Eat the pussy so good I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit I'm the youngest nigga runnin' it Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hooligans, they on the way Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Had to influence the wave Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hop in the ship, go to space Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Drive to the crib on the lakes