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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a vigilante or a
my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is the same amount
Ever since this new star fame came
Or ever since me and started hangin' 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 one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate 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, straight the rip
I'll that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell froze over
You thought it was safe then what the code was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
Don't sell seen the spectrum through the prisms
bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot let me
got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
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 white
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
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' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood
Ain't been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high Michael Jackson penny loafers
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the
Adonis chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that
6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many Asian lay with me
The face is silky like a
My shorty in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord could put the inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my I've got the briefcase
The slam, I'm a free 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 the 'Lac 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 they had was
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, paint like Everglades
Miss me with that chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most hoping the world end so they 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
water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist