Wesley's Theory (feat. George Clinton & Thundercat)

When the four corners of this cocoon collide

You’ll slip through the cracks hoping that you’ll survive

Gather your wind, take a deep look inside

Are you really who they idolize?

To pimp a butterfly

At first, I did love you

But now I just wanna fuck

Late night thinkin' of you

Until I got my nut

Tossed and turned, lesson learned

You was my first girlfriend

Bridges burned, all across the board

Destroyed, but what for?

When I get signed, homie I'ma act a fool

Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room

Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies

Blue eyed devil with a fat ass monkey

I'ma buy a brand new Cutty on fours

Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce four

Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring

Married to the game, made a bad bitch yours

When I get signed homie I'ma buy a strap

Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap

Take a few M-16s to the hood

Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?

I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House

Republican, run up, get socked out

Hit the press with a Cuban link on my neck

Uneducated but I got a million dollar check, like that

We should never gave, we should never gave

Niggas money go back home, money go back home

We should never gave, we should never gave

Niggas money go back home, money go back home

At first, I did love you

But now I just wanna fuck

Late night thinkin' of you

Until I got my nut

Tossed and turned, lesson learned

You was my first girlfriend

Bridges burned, all across the board

Destroyed, but what for?

Yo what's up? It's Dre

Remember the first time you came out to the house?

You said you wanted a spot like mine

But remember, anybody can get it

The hard part is keeping it, motherfucker

What you want you? A house or a car?

Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?

Anything, see, my name is Uncle Sam on your dollar

Motherfucker you can live at the mall

I know your kind (That's why I'm kind)

Don't have receipts (Oh man, that's fine)

Pay me later, wear those gators

Cliche and say, fuck your haters

I can see the borrow in you

I can see the dollar in you

Little white lies with a snow white collar in you

But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you

Because you make me live forever baby, count it all together baby

Then hit the register and make me feel better baby

Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides

So you better cop everything two times

Two coupes, two chains, two c-notes

Too much and enough both we know

Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list

Get it all, you deserve it Kendrick

And when you get the White House, do you

But remember, you ain't pass economics in school

And everything you buy, taxes will deny

I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five

Lookin' down is quite a drop (It's quite a drop, drop)

Lookin' good when you're on top (When you're on top you got it)

A lot of metaphors, leavin' miracles metaphysically in a state of euphoria

Look both ways before you cross my mind

We should never gave, we should never gave

Niggas money go back home, money go back home

Tax man comin'

Tax man comin'

Tax man comin'

Tax man comin'

Tax man comin'