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[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