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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new star fame about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
In a ballpark with all and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That banana clip, straight the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I choke ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Joey
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows conches
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the
Unfortunately I am not that type of
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still to the rocks
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in
But you my nigga, wish you the best for
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name other white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the
I with Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin'
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a different color a hoodrat bra and panties
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit that with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is like a tablecloth
My gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and
You see us scrambling, selling Susan
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' through in state
Just so the lord could put the fork the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with
that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, fuck career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck 'round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin'
Grippin' grain, hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so won't have to drop another album
B.B. saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a artist