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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever since this new star came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' 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 outlaws with no
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," play ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9
banana clip, straight from the rip
I'll make shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell froze over
You thought it was then forgot what the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off cliff
[Verse 3: Joey
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
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
got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for
[Verse 4:
you mention my name amongst other white 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 these
Cause speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's the Hubble's
I huddle Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
[Verse 5: Brown]
a different 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 a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, ostrich pot
on some God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to gin and tonic
bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean
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, Susan Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this tastes like fantastic
You see me through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
to my wrist 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,
Spit like my breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, bottles I 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 was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open slap a bitch
Walk the or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' out with 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
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy like Everglades
Miss me with rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
Most hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true