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The whole industry in shambles!
Everybody
I'm changin' the channel!

Lamar
The champion
I'm for analysts

Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on tables and park benches
And I won't my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang,
My was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out we even get a chance to miss 'em
this about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe it's both and I got large of it, it's real
You see my is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable

I can see y'all

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in that like two Adeles
Before scholars, I tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and flying through turbulence
is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour since Eddie
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, lion
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the House goin' all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion with the music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My jewelry now is wilder the new year
A locomotive track me down in my cobra
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shitting for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien morphin'
My radius rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, pace it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a bitch don't me
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two young stars was born and y'all die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

Every day a celebration, but the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

Murder my allegations and my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King the fuckin' greatest

my leather...
(Nah I'm fuckin' with ya)