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[Verse 1: Rocky]
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the with obituaries
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 fame came about
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs in the drug game 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 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 that got at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects a skateboard
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," let's ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9
That banana clip, from the rip
I'll make that say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I carry of a traumatized 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 like
I metamorph like I'm ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Joey
Barely even conscious, talking to my
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum 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 of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block assigned to the rocks
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're only end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real
[Verse 4:
When you my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
to body double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginning
You in at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my 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 out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you I brought the Blake with me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You stayed with me
Now Asian bitches lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean horse
Red drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like
You see me comin' through in each
so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my 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 last breath: casket rap, six
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac 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, all they had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, just my country ways
on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt 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 can't
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a artist