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[Verse 1: A$AP
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
Send 'em to the with obituaries
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
Ever since this new star fame came
Or ever since me and Drizzy hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in your courtyard
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws

[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get off, in the projects 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," let's play
In a ballpark all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9
That banana clip, from the rip
I'll make shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, nights like this
I like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend a vulture and drop off this cliff

3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the through the prisms
bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that type of
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still to the rocks
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or me to these others
comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,

[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a different color like a bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch pussy like a penguin
Wouldn't hit shit with my worst enemy's penis
when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, pot shit
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
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that

[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You stayed with me
Now many Asian lay with me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes often
Confetti torture, drinking like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
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 my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with
After that, I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin'
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the from 'round here, that's 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 that on my sub, how could you ever me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist