Lyrics:

[Spoken intro: Kendrick Lamar]**lf**Nah, what you get outta, outta not writing your stuff down on paper, you get the more-you know the...expression, the feeling yourself. You know what you want to say; instead of reading a paper that sounds read, it sounds narrated. Unless you wanna do it narrated...**lf****lf**[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]**lf**What if a dream was reality and reality was a dream?**lf**And as complicated as it seems, if things we imagined actually happened?**lf**And real life situations was artificial**lf**They say we only living to, die**lf**Imagine if we''re already dead, waiting to live, living in hell**lf**Trying to cross over to heaven we''re confusing ourselves**lf**Planet earth''s like Oceans 11, we''re plottin'' for the getaway**lf****lf**[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]**lf**When my childhood friends get sent away to prison on their first offense**lf**It''s fucked up but listen, we study God but don''t know him**lf**Criticize people that work on Sundays, two jobs just to feed their kids**lf**Well, momma''s scratching lottery tickets knowing that it''s just a fairy tale**lf**Cus'' we ain''t gonna win**lf**Every time that she''s bubblin'' in, it feels like the devil''s holding a pen**lf**(shit)**lf**Don''t mind me I''m just thinking again**lf**Thinking out loud, thinking the opposite of proud**lf**Cus'' I''m disappointed at my self sometimes**lf**Self-esteem gets lower than night strippers**lf**Hard to motivate the right rhymes, inspired by true crimes**lf**It''s not a game, it''s nothing to play with**lf**Turn it off then come back the next day, it''s here to stay**lf**Struggle that is**lf**I''m so infatuated with knowing something that''s waiting after this life**lf**That means what I''m thinking is right**lf**Punch, loop the beat for a minute**lf**Moment of silence for J. Dilla, he on his way home**lf**Know he see me spillin'' my heart, hope for it soon**lf**Wait a minute K. Dot! you said turn it back on, bring it back**lf**If dreams was reality**lf**If it was cool for you to be a casualty**lf**The only way that you can escape poverty**lf**Say that I''m weird but obviously you didn''t get it when I said it the first time**lf**You''re listening too far if you hear this part**lf**I suggest you go back and press rewind**lf**I fast forward to common thoughts of a human**lf**Deep in my thoughts like Patrick Ewing in the paint**lf**Look what I brought to my state that they can''t bring - the industry need a fix**lf**Stick heroin needles inside politics, this is crack music**lf**O-pi-um, inside the veins of them, I don''t abuse it**lf**Capture each moment like film, photo-shooting all my enemies moving**lf**Direct them to a casket**lf**Give it to ''em only if they ask for it, if they want...**lf**If they wanna see reality [haha]**lf**I''m losing you again ain''t I?**lf**Ain''t I, the perfect candidate to represent the fifty states?**lf**Black President, they don''t wanna see that**lf**It''s evident...pain is pain**lf**We only love to hate each other that''s striving for great-ness**lf**I swear to God that we live in a Matrix**lf**Take that blue pill then we start seeing spaceships**lf**Kanye, west-coast niggas do it the best**lf**Bring each other down, crab in a bucket effect**lf**We learn to live with it I guess**lf**I mean die with it, since we''re already dead**lf**Trying to cross over to heaven, that''s what I said the first time**lf**Get it? Now little boy I gotta sit you down**lf**Teach you about the things that we live around**lf**Materialistic things that we buyin'' now means nothing later when the dream kick in**lf**Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out...**lf****lf**[Verse 2: Punch]**lf**When the dreams was reality and money was love**lf**What would we do for a buzz to maintain our sanity**lf**Chasing the wind, striving after this vanity**lf**Traveling, no direction, the aimless casualty**lf**American dream or Scarface fantasy**lf**Kilos of coke and the arms of black families**lf**We use to it, our hearts draped in stone**lf**A mother''s dreams for her baby boy to come back home**lf**Cus'' he out pushin'' that chrome, pursuing that cash**lf**End another niggas dreams when the fo-fifth blast**lf**Now another mother screams picking out his casket**lf**Harsh reality, it seems like it''s simple mathematics, it''s not**lf**It''s trigonometry (trigganometry) divided by some real life**lf**And he''ll do it again just to get a mill'' twice**lf**The streets mowed him, can''t make past that**lf**It''s not a dream it''s reality, look where it''s at [ugh]**lf**What happened in Manhattan happens all the time**lf**In the hood, conspiracy to cover up crime**lf**No nickel and dime, one shot pettiness**lf**I wrote it in my mind as a letter to the president**lf**World trade happened on the world stage**lf**Same stage look at us as some educated apes**lf**On video stations women gyrating**lf**Parading around, mind-raping the youth**lf**Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out...**lf****lf**[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]**lf**What if a dream was reality and reality was a dream?**lf**And as complicated as it seems, if things we imagined actually happened?**lf**And real life situations was artificial**lf**They say we only living to, die**lf**Imagine if we''re already dead, waiting to live, living in hell**lf**Trying to cross over to heaven we''re confusing ourselves**lf**Planet earth''s like Oceans 11, we''re plottin'' for the getaway**lf****lf**[Outro: Denzel Washington]**lf**I''m the man up in this piece! You''ll never see the light of da..**lf**Who the fuck d''ya think you fuckin'' with? I''m the police!**lf**I run shit here, you just live here!