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conversations.value: Write me a song called Drop The Vibe Freestyle with the following description: Freestyle from Kendrick sounds like the hood is talking to meExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, DJ talking]
  (Work out for me, work out for me)
  (Work out for me, work out for me)
  [Verse One: Kendrick Lamar]
  Feeling like a mother fucking animal
  Hannibal Lecter
   of 2012
  Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled
  If music is your calling
  You're falling, pick up yourself
  If a nigga said he could see me
  Bet he told you in Braille, fucker
  Put you in front of the street then buy you some bread
  Nigga you lunch meat, should've worked at Subway instead
  Goliath couldn't bare my triumph
  I'm a leader, walk behind me as I walk through 
  Zion
  Swinging swords like I'm sparring with a Spartan
  Watch they face drop when the beat drop
  I drop a real jewel like a Martin, fool
  Me and curtains ballin' like peewee kirkland callin' 'em kirk franklin
  Stomp 'em, leave 'em hurting
  No judgement for a plaintiff
  They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy as O.D.B
  But I've been O.D. since '03
  That's March 14th, my first recordings
  I kicked it like sweet chin
  Music on Chuck Norris [DJ Talking]
  [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  Look, look, look
  I'm J-A-Y, Rock to be exact
  Niggas said gardens, Watts on the map
  Hm, story of this eastside nigga
  All my life in the ghetto on the peace side nigga
  Where across the tracks, opposites attract
  Niggas go hard for the color of they flag
  Dope man money, welfare recipients
  Unfit mothers never heard of obedience
  Ho's so devious, niggas all talk
  Right around the corner, deja vu
  Same old shit, something like re-runs
  Gotta stay sharp, if you slip then you bleed ?
  Guns in the Levis, 501s
  Niggas don't box, they buy more guns
  Uh, that's how it is on these L.A. streets
  Don't sleep, don't sleep
  Look, catch me sitting in my truck
  Remy in this cup
  No tags on this bitch, but I don't give a fuck
  I ride until the wheels fall off
  That's some real shit
  Never let them get in your mind, never reveal shit
  Let a nigga know your feelings, business and all
  He's the type of nigga riffing and wishing on you to fall
  Fake niggas try and impersonate your character
  That's why I got my mother's fucking eyes on them scavengers
  Watch 'em!
  My daddy told me that every day
  Pray for late Charles, why he have to pass away?
  Thinking about my pops, then the stress starts to kick in
  Roll me up a fat ass blunt and start drinking
  Damn!
  Then reality starts to set in
  I'm married to the streets and I ain't never had a wedding
  I stop selling dope because niggas started telling
  Sex, money, and weed: the life we start living
  Guns in the closet for niggas who start tripping
  Stay in the house when them choppers come out spitting
  Stay on your job
  Keep your eyes open on every corner
  The blink of an eye, and you're a goner
  No wronger, tell 'em about the pains of this hunger
  Shock 'em like thunder
  And the ? going bonkers
  Just living my life up on some cool shit
  So, nigga just miss me with all that bull shit [Outro: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, DJ talking]