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Intro 1
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Verse 1
feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers,
get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetery
with obituaries
nigga, is you ready?
in my bank account (what?)
Extra hoes in my bed is 'round
the same amount (what?)
Verse 2
ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out,
huh
let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from
a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game
with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything
is better than that 1 Train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like
I'm Boyar
Dee, probably sellin' D
in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O- Dog,
my la familia go hard
Verse 3
they outlaws with no laws
any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe- tag,
get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like,
"Doo, doo," I hate y'all
"Mmm, mmm!"
sharks and a blindfold
I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold,
that bark like K9's on
Verse 4
straight from the rip
I'm on some shit
must have froze over
You thought it was safe
then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Verse 5
I might snap, I might choke ya
give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed
ta, I might slice my wrist
Verse 6
and drop off this cliff
talkin' to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows
like conches
Don't sell rocks,
Somehow bypassed the bias
and the - isms
Verse 7
The violence and the killin', so given
Unfortunately,
But pass the pot, let me skillet
Just got back to the block from
a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout
signin' to the Roc
Verse 8
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But my niggas on the block still
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach,
I only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end
up either dead or in jail
Verse 9
wish you the best for real
amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper,
fuck it, Painter
Skater, musician, trailer park,
dirt- ditch- diggin'
shittin' human bein', you would be in
me to these others
'Cause comparatively speakin',
Verse 10
my reach is beyond the bubble
I huddle with Nubians,
You in school at 10, late,
Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin'
Verse 11
plus alignin' us?
wait! No, I don't give a
ch- pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood- clot
Ain't never been no rapper this
cold since 2Pac was froze
Verse 12
And my flow be overhead like pots
and pans in pantries
Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson,
Moonwalkin' on the sun,
barefoot, with shades on
Verse 13
worst enemy's penis
Bitch, when I say this, I mean this: Ho,
I'm the meanest
Earth to Venus
aw, shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious,
Verse 14
on that "Suck my cock" shit
stop it! You not this!
heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka,
prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic,
'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Verse 15
tell me, isn't that ironic?
A heavy smoker,
so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off
the lake hit me
Verse 16
gallop in the mornin' on
the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses dropped from boxes very often
Outstandin'
Verse 17
Southern and Gramblin'
You see us scramblin',
sellin' Susan Sarandon
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Verse 18
Just so the lord could put the fork
inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
Verse 19
Big K.R.I.T., shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap,
six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back,
out come the 'lac with flats
After that, bottles I can't pronounce,
Why you ask for crack and all
you had was scratch?
when all they had was wack
Verse 20
they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes,
a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron,
open palm, slap a bitch
I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
that they anchor with
Verse 21
Clear, fuck your career, bitch,
I was born here
that's my born year
that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty,
bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes,
candy paint like Everglades
Verse 22
take that shit up with my bass
how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin' the world end so
they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so
why can't you?
you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
nigga!)
Verse 23
your Louis flag, poppin' benji tags on your
wifey's ass (On your wifey's ass)
That's out of line,
but in livin' color?
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