[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
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Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary
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Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
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Send 'em to the cemetary with obituaries
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Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready?
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I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
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X the O's in my bed is 'round the same amount
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Ever since this new star fame came about
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Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
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Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
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Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
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Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
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(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
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Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
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Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
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Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
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Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
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With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
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I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
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When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
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In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
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My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
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That banana clip, straight from the rip
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I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
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If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze over
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You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
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I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
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Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
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Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
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Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
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I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
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Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
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[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
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Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience
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Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
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I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
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Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
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Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
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The violence and the killin', so given
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They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
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Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet
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But pass the pot let me skillet
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Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
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And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
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But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
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And I swear it hurt me soul
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I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales
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Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
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But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
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[Verse 4: Yelawolf]
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When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
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Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
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Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
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Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
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Trouble to body double or couple me to these others
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Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
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That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
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I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again
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You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
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And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying duck
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If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
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Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a
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Flying duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
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Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
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Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
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And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
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[Verse 5: Danny Brown]
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Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
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And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
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Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
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Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
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Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
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Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
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Bitch when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
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Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
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That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
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Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
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That is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
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Hoes on some God shit, stop it! You not this!
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Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
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Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
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Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
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Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
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[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
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Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
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A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
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The moon¡¯s reflection off the lake hit me
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You should've stayed with me
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Now many Asian bitches lay with me
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The face is silky like a tablecloth
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My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
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Red roses drop on boxes very often
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Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
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Outstandin'
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I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
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You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
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The cloud of smoke like the phantom
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Damn this shit tastes like fantastic
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You see me comin' through in each state
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Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
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Cuffed to my wrist I¡¯ve got the briefcase
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The gavel slam, I¡¯m a free man, try not to eat ham
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[Verse 7: Big K.R.I.T.]
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Big KRIT, shawty
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Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
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Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
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After that, bottles I can¡¯t pronounce, like, ¡°How you ask for that?¡±
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Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
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All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
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All I wanted was love, all they had was dap
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Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
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The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch
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Walk the plank or break a bank, I¡¯ve been in the business of sinkin' ships
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Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
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Resuscitations cost the label, I¡¯m taxing if you want a hit
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Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
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Been a killer, ¡®86er, nigga, that¡¯s my born year
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Get the fuck from ¡®round here, that¡¯s just my country ways
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Suckin' on your momma¡¯s titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
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Grippin¡¯ grain, fuckin¡¯ hoes, candy paint like Everglades
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Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
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I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
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Most rappers hoping the world end so they won¡¯t have to drop another album
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B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can¡¯t you?
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In order to come up close, you¡¯ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
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Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
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Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey¡¯s ass
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That¡¯s out of line, but in living color?
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I¡¯m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist
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1 Train
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| Asap Rocky |
