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[Verse 1: Rocky]
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get pistols ready
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 'round the amount
since this new star fame came about
Or ever me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs slang in the 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 outlaws no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick
We then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the with 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," play ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell froze over
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these like conches
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not type of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their
Like 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 amongst other white
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond 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 applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "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
That is my synopsis, ostrich pot
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and
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 reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
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: rap, six deep
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 wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the that they anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my 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 like 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 world end so they won't have to drop album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't
In order to up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your Louis flag, 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 true