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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new star came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy 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 know one thing) Anything is better than that 1
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably 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 that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
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 K9 drone
banana clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze
You thought it was then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap you 'posed ta
Darts at posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff
3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that type of
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 with Jigga
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
Like only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to double or couple me to these others
comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the
I huddle with Nubians, new beginning
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my enemy's penis
Bitch when I say I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
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
Cryin' tears of prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and
bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the with me
The reflection off the lake hit me
You should've stayed me
Now many bitches lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, drinking Henny I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn this shit tastes fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord could put the inside the cheesecake
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 black is back, out come the 'Lac flats
that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on your titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you doubt me?
rappers 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 flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm more Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist