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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the game with the hustling
(I know one thing) is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in your local
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros got 'proached at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play
In a ballpark with all and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, bark like 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 froze over
You thought it was then forgot what the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or pretend a vulture and drop off this cliff
3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in flows like conches
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and thought that was the
Unfortunately I am not type of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for
[Verse 4:
When you mention my name other white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's 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 love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
[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 smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, from Earth to Venus
molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't ironic?
6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You stayed with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the
Damn this shit tastes fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I've got the
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 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 wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
Miss me with rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist