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

Kendrick
The people's
I'm for analysts

damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
juggling gang, bangin'
My balancing was
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out we even get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill!?
it's both and I got large amounts 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 me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour Eddie Bauer
stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is 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 head inside the
I'm in the White goin' all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix black 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 locomotive couldn't track me in my cobra
Runnin' this shit 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 industry for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian 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 mighty
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted
I tell a bitch sweat me
I kill whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The of your life here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga 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 y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King the fuckin' greatest

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