1] King of New York, You can that Dig ya grave next to Biggie a nap nap Little goofy motherf**** in a for all the hashtags, clever marketing that's fact
You his album get your cash back Let me enlighten you all with a See the little freshman that could Jay took his spot a ago that lesson was good
Put the to fire, gave him true desire, dude a writer (true) Dre him a shot, only thing to do was fire (cool) See I ain't hatin this is love The problem lil n*ggas is lil n*ggas get buzz
Then lil get dumb, then lil n*ggas get snuffed He Compton, I could turn this lil n*gga ta Blood But I'd rather give lil a hug OG Donny Johnson, lil is cuz
2] He gonna get this work, but I'll save it for the 3rd Ain't gotta finish a verse, I could put him in a now Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't beat with my worst "Lawd have mercy" let me take him to now
Turn this Top Dawg to a poodle, I'll school you, boy Q the Remove you, pull he soul from his abs, rock him out his (Who you) In my opinion boring, ya voice annoying, the point is, was disappointed (The media you up)
If you a I'm Persues, When I'm writing, exciting, inciting Riots of violence, I'm rhyming (What)
Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney him wit a fitted crown Find his crown, sit him Would tell him listen but take a look at his now Heavy the head, you know he rest, little n*gga bow Maybe you don't but Shakesphere I guess Kendrick so get the name's clear
3] Kendrick, Kendrick, I want your friendship Don't a feature, wouldn't pay for a sentence F*** a record deal and I don't want All I really want is to teach the people a
F*** New York I'll save you the trouble, hating I love you Hoping this spanking'll you down Shooting for stars and shooting at stars and hand Ampersand, the pressure of press, the demand of
I ain't trying ta change ya, hip ya to game To the transition, from the streets to the fame
You are no Biggie, of an Eminem Lower to Big L, Mini Pun, let's settle it Ya far from Wu-Tang and you not a 2Pac Maybe a of Jay Z, ya fans labeled you Dot
Subpar to Nasir, outclassed by No UGK, NWA, doubt You can't keep up with Slaughterhouse Do me a take off your daughter's blouse, little n*gga