[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say [bad word] (woo!)
And I know your taste is
little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you [bad word] it ?
I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you
And you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet when your friends and them
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off [bad word] that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty range I heard that
She wanna go and party, She wanna go and party [bad word] don't approach her with that Atari [bad word] that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say [bad word] a nation, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
'less I write it down for real, P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just know just know just know just know just
What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song

[Verse 2: Drake]

I really hope you play this
Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy [bad word] with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you [bad word] from where [bad word] from
That sound like Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice
You were so new to this life but God [bad word] you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun 
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big [bad word] in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
And they [bad word] saves relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Kendrick Lamar]

Every time I write these words they [bad word] a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve
Every letter is [bad word] Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you [bad word] it ?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, It's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, It's you looking poor maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
fatal attraction [bad word] And what we [bad word] is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering [bad word] drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours [bad word] And right before you go blind
P.S.....