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