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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready
'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new fame came about
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
Drugs slang in the game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they with no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get off, in the projects with a skateboard
I past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone
That banana clip, from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on shit
If I'm not the then Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
at your posters, dark nights like this
I like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The and the killin', so given
seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
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 thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in
But you my nigga, you the best for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I with Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a different color a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch pussy smell like a
Wouldn't hit shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, that ironic?
[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You should've with me
Now Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on very often
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

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