[00:13.10] Uh (Uh), feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary [00:17.03] Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready [00:20.27] Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries [00:23.06] Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready? [00:25.49] I've been thinkin' 'bout all the O's in my bank account (what?) [00:28.32] Extra hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (what?) [00:31.28] Ever since this new star fame came about [00:33.89] Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out, huh [00:37.56] Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang [00:39.74] Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang [00:42.93] Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling [00:45.54] (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train [00:48.47] Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar [00:51.15] Dee, probably sellin' D in your local courtyard [00:54.19] Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard [00:57.28] Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws [00:59.83] We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at [01:02.56] With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard [01:05.20] I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo, doo," I hate y'all [01:08.17] When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!" [01:10.49] Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold [01:13.01] I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9's on [01:16.77] That banana clip, straight from the rip [01:19.50] I'll make that shirt say R.I.P. I'm on some shit [01:22.35] If I'm not the hottest then Hell must have froze over [01:25.14] You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was [01:28.25] I carry traits of a traumatized soldier [01:30.87] Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya [01:33.87] Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta [01:36.64] Darts at your posters, dark nights like this [01:39.57] I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist [01:42.37] Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff [01:45.78] Barely even conscious, talkin' to my conscience [01:48.43] Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches [01:51.33] I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons [01:54.58] Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms [01:57.66] Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms [02:00.52] The violence and the killin', so given [02:02.77] They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance [02:05.32] Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet [02:08.36] But pass the pot, let me skillet [02:10.50] Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga [02:14.27] And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc [02:16.63] But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks [02:20.17] And I swear it hurt me soul [02:22.16] I try to prevail, but when I preach, I only hurt their sales [02:25.11] Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail [02:28.00] But you my nigga, wish you the best for real [02:31.23] When you mention my name amongst other white rappers [02:33.83] Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it, Painter [02:36.97] Skater, musician, trailer park, dirt-ditch-diggin' [02:39.62] Burger-flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in [02:42.83] Trouble to body-double or couple me to these others [02:45.64] 'Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble [02:48.53] That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's [02:50.99] I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin' again [02:53.89] You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold [02:57.09] And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck [02:59.86] If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us? [03:02.56] Alabama's climbin' up, wait! No, I don't give a [03:05.63] Flying duck nothin' but a buckshot, ch-pow! [03:08.54] Motherfuck your life, pussy blood-clot [03:11.04] Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze [03:13.92] And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show—Yelawolf [03:17.67] Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties [03:19.98] And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries [03:22.90] Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers [03:25.44] Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on [03:28.50] Bitch pussy smell like a penguin [03:30.47] Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis [03:33.26] Bitch, when I say this, I mean this: Ho, I'm the meanest [03:36.87] Dick so big, it's like from Earth to Venus [03:39.77] That molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off switch [03:42.53] Lawless, obnoxious, on that "Suck my cock" shit [03:45.40] That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit [03:48.53] Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this! [03:51.70] Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward [03:54.02] Cryin' tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert [03:56.83] Adonis smokin' chronic, 'bout to vomit gin and tonic [03:59.54] Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic? [04:03.14] Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860 [04:05.31] A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me [04:08.56] The moon's reflection off the lake hit me [04:11.18] You should have stayed with me [04:12.36] Now many Asian bitches lay with me [04:14.19] The face is silky like a tablecloth [04:16.27] My shorty gallop in the mornin' on the beach like a Chilean horse [04:19.85] Red roses dropped from boxes very often [04:22.68] Confetti torchin', drinkin' Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton [04:25.74] Outstandin' [04:26.82] I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin' [04:29.82] You see us scramblin', sellin' Susan Sarandon [04:32.68] The cloud of smoke like the phantom [04:34.67] Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh [04:37.14] You see me comin' through in each state [04:39.76] Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake [04:42.85] Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase [04:45.14] The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham [04:48.10] Big K.R.I.T., shawty [04:49.06] Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep [04:51.11] Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats [04:54.17] After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?" [04:56.73] Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? [04:59.38] All I had was rap, when all they had was wack [05:01.21] All I wanted was love and all they had was dap [05:03.45] Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is [05:05.52] The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch [05:08.22] Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships [05:11.26] Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with [05:14.07] Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit [05:17.06] Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here [05:19.81] Been a killer, '86er nigga, that's my born year [05:23.17] Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways [05:25.62] Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade [05:28.29] Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades [05:31.13] Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass [05:33.92] I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me? [05:36.47] Most rappers hopin' the world end so they won't have to drop another album [05:39.69] B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you? [05:42.80] In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too [05:45.51] (That wasn't no sample, nigga!) [05:46.22] Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past [05:48.32] Fuck your Louis flag, poppin' benji tags on your wifey's ass (On your wifey's ass) [05:51.60] That's out of line, but in livin' color? [05:53.39] I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers: a true artist [05:56.04]