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

Lamar
The people's
I'm for analysts

Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch tables and benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
juggling gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we at the competition as quick submission
tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's
You see my oath is unbreakable, my style is never mistakable

I can see y'all

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
is vintage from 1980 - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the White goin' all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing more influential rap music
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My jewelry now is than the new year
A couldn't track me down in my cobra
Runnin' this with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches wanna him, but industry shitting for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien morphin'
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a don't sweat me
I kill whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get
This is just not fair
But why the should I care?
The story of your here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need 2Pac
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

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

Murder my allegations and burning my traces
Adjourning my power and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is
I kill this whole beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the greatest

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