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[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a vigilante or a
Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking 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 about
Or ever me and Drizzy started hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better that 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably D in your local courtyard
like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the then Hell must've froze over
You thought it was then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell rocks the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and thought was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
Like you're only gon' end up dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin'
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
5: Danny Brown]
Weed a color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like and pans in pantries
cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch pussy smell like a
Wouldn't hit that shit with my enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
is my synopsis, ostrich 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 to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Action
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You should've with me
Now many Asian lay with me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, drinking like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my last breath: rap, six deep
closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, when all had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap 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
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint Everglades
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't
In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a artist