Building on the metaphor drawn in “Wesley’s Theory,” we find Kendrick continuing to fall victim to the pimps of the record industry. This interlude is very similar to the song “Tramp” by Otis Redding, also… Read More [Produced by Terrace Martin] [Intro: Darlene Tibbs] Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain't shit Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga, you ain't shit 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 fuckin' with you anyway I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga You's a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know Fuck you, nigga, don't call me no more You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch My other nigga is on, you off What the fuck is really going on? [Verse: Kendrick Lamar] This dick ain't free You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt Like I never made ends meet Eating your leftovers and raw meat This dick 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 dick 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 fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that? Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious Kept me up watchin' pornos in poverty; apology? No Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help This dick ain't free Matter of fact, it need interest Matter of fact, it's nine inches Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business Pension, more pension, you're pinchin' my percents It's been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck it's more abortion More divorce courts and portion My check with less endorsement left me dormant Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with Fuck you think is in more shit? Porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton and made you rich Now my dick ain't free [Outro: Darlene Tibbs] I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up You ain't no king