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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
Send 'em to the cemetary with
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is the same amount
since 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 from a
Drugs in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like 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 with no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme
My K hot, your 9 cold, that 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 Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't look in my face, I snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights this
I metamorph I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend a vulture 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 the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still to the rocks
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
to body 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 give a duck
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy clot
Ain't never been no rapper cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson loafers
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my enemy's penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to 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 brought the Blake 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 like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
Cuffed to my wrist got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit my last breath: casket rap, six deep
closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, 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 had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck haters 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 been in the business of ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the 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, you'll have to dig up and Elvis, too
water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist