[Verse 1: Rocky] Feeling like a vigilante or a Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries 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 same Ever this new star fame came about Or since me and Drizzy started hangin' out boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling (I know one thing) Anything is better that 1 train Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar- Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go Down to my inlaws, they with no laws [Verse 2: Kendrick We then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects a skateboard I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone That banana clip, from the rip make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze You thought it was safe then what the code was I carry traits of a soldier Don't look in my face, I snap, I might choke ya right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta Darts at your posters, dark nights this I like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff 3: Joey Bada$$] Barely even conscious, to my conscience Gettin' deeper in these flows conches I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms Somehow the bias and the -isms The and the killin', so given They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance Unfortunately I am not that type of But pass the pot let me got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc But my niggas on the block assigned to the rocks And I swear it me soul I try to prevail, but when I preach it only their sales Like you're only gon' end up either or in jail But you my nigga, you the best for real [Verse 4: When you mention my name amongst other white Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin' Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in Trouble to double 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 huddle with Nubians, new again You in school at 10, late, goin' gold And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us? Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood Ain't never been no rapper this since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf [Verse 5: Danny Weed a different color like a bra and panties And my flow be overhead like and pans in pantries Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson loafers Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on Bitch pussy like a penguin Wouldn't hit that with my worst enemy's penis when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest" Dick so big, from Earth to Venus That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit That is my synopsis, ostrich pot Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this! Novice, regardless, heartless and Cryin' tears of vodka donna at the concert Adonis chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic Just bein honest, tell me, isn't ironic? [Verse 6: Bronson] Swiftly, I shift the 860 A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me The moon's reflection off the hit me You should've stayed me Now Asian bitches lay with me The face is silky like a My shorty in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse Red drop on boxes very often torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon The cloud of like the phantom Damn this shit tastes fantastic You see me comin' through in state Just so the lord put the fork inside the cheesecake Cuffed to my 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 like my last breath: casket rap, six Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac flats After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?" Why you ask for and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap, all they had was wack All I was love, all they had was dap Fuck them haters and fuck them and cherish your wins The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships Chokin' niggas out the anchors that they anchor with cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit Clear, fuck career, bitch, I was born here a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year Get the fuck 'round here, that's just my country ways Suckin' on your titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade 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 they won't have to another album B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too Muddy water flow, rebel past Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on wifey's ass out of line, but in living color? I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist