shout out to Kendrick Lamar.
dropping two classic albums
being best rapper out of the West Coast in awhile
making cacs shook at the grammys
giving a shoutout to real hip hop like the GOATs Nas and Snoop
made Drake bytch ass hate on you and not want to do another record with you
had the game shook over 1 verse
dropping two classic albums
being best rapper out of the West Coast in awhile
making cacs shook at the grammys
giving a shoutout to real hip hop like the GOATs Nas and Snoop
made Drake bytch ass hate on you and not want to do another record with you
had the game shook over 1 verse
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shyt
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shyt
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bytch
One at a time, I line them up
And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the Pope,I'm a Muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends,I'm in Vegas
Who the fukk y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable,fukk y'all clubs
fukk y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dikk up 'til you hiccup,my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)
I've seen nikkas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these nikkas to fukking Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties
Playing with Barbies,wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
Judgement to the monarchy,blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack, motherfukker, I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
You plan on stumping me?
bytch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
bytch I put one on yours,I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you nikkas,climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000,the rest of y'all
New nikkas just new nikkas, don't get involved
And I ain't rocking no more designer shyt
White T’s and Nike Cortez,this red Corvette's anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same nikkas I'm rhyming with
But this is hip-hop, and them nikkas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you nikkas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you nikkas
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you nikkas
What is competition?I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fukk trying land
With the hand-full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shyt that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
West Coast
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shyt
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bytch
One at a time, I line them up
And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the Pope,I'm a Muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends,I'm in Vegas
Who the fukk y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable,fukk y'all clubs
fukk y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dikk up 'til you hiccup,my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)
I've seen nikkas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these nikkas to fukking Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties
Playing with Barbies,wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
Judgement to the monarchy,blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack, motherfukker, I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
You plan on stumping me?
bytch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
bytch I put one on yours,I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you nikkas,climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000,the rest of y'all
New nikkas just new nikkas, don't get involved
And I ain't rocking no more designer shyt
White T’s and Nike Cortez,this red Corvette's anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same nikkas I'm rhyming with
But this is hip-hop, and them nikkas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you nikkas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you nikkas
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you nikkas
What is competition?I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fukk trying land
With the hand-full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shyt that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
West Coast
these two verses had some brehs cry before 
[Verse 2]
You the reason why mama and them leavin'
No you ain't shyt, you say you love them, I know you don't mean it
I know you're irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it
Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out
You was deserted, where was your antennas again?
Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend?
You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend
A friend never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend
Little brother, you promised you’d watch him before they shot him
Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bytches
You faced time the one time, that's unforgiven
You even Facetimed instead of a hospital visit
Guess you thought he would recover well
Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real
Then he died, God himself will say "you fukkin' failed"
You ain't try
[Verse 3]
I know your secrets nikka
Mood swings is frequent nikka
I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons nikka
I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin' nikka
Y'all damn near beefin', I seen it and you're the reason nikka
And if this bottle could talk *gulp* I cry myself to sleep
bytch everything is your fault
Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed
I know your secrets, don't let me tell them to the world
About that shyt you thinkin' and that time you *gulp* I'm bout to hurl
I'm fukked up, but I ain't as fukked up as you
You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof
Shoulda killed yo ass a long time ago
You shoulda feeled that black revolver blast a long time ago
And if those mirrors could talk it would say "you gotta go"
And if I told your secrets
The world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness
[Verse 2]
You the reason why mama and them leavin'
No you ain't shyt, you say you love them, I know you don't mean it
I know you're irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it
Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out
You was deserted, where was your antennas again?
Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend?
You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend
A friend never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend
Little brother, you promised you’d watch him before they shot him
Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bytches
You faced time the one time, that's unforgiven
You even Facetimed instead of a hospital visit
Guess you thought he would recover well
Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real
Then he died, God himself will say "you fukkin' failed"
You ain't try
[Verse 3]
I know your secrets nikka
Mood swings is frequent nikka
I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons nikka
I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin' nikka
Y'all damn near beefin', I seen it and you're the reason nikka
And if this bottle could talk *gulp* I cry myself to sleep
bytch everything is your fault
Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed
I know your secrets, don't let me tell them to the world
About that shyt you thinkin' and that time you *gulp* I'm bout to hurl
I'm fukked up, but I ain't as fukked up as you
You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof
Shoulda killed yo ass a long time ago
You shoulda feeled that black revolver blast a long time ago
And if those mirrors could talk it would say "you gotta go"
And if I told your secrets
The world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness
then....
