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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBlack Friday
MaisTraduçãoThe whole industry been in shamblesEverybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channelKendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analystsCareer damaging verses, meditating with candles litI like my raps extra prolificSince freestyling on lunch tables and park benchesAnd I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in trainingWhile juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendousAnd now we look at the competition as quick submissionThey tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘emWhat this about, is it money or skill?Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s realYou see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakableI can see y’all incapableTo be the God emcees, you know me wellRidiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinisterRun for cover, my lineage prove itselfI’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two AdelesBefore scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lipsWe had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulenceEverything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadaysIt’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadaysI'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadaysIt’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talkingHigher power, every other hour since Eddie BauerSince stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlockAnd the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lionSurround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!This is what they want, I’m the oneThis is vintage from 1980 - somethin’I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas onPlay with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald TrumpI’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for presidentHe probably let me get some head inside the residenceI’m in the White House going all outBumping College Dropout, God-bless AmericansNothing more influential than rap musicI merge jazz fusion with the trap musicI mix black soul with some rock and rollThey never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoesOh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rareMy juvenile was wilder than the 'noliaA locomotive couldn’t track me down in my cobraRunnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolishA bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to CaliforniaIt gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy himAnd bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for himProbably thinking it’s for him, only one meSwallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreignMr. Valedictorian studied the game before themListen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support themTo the grave I deport them, corporations extort themI’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doormanHundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morningYou're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s importantLace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormousSo pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garmentsJimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)Ib should’ve never sent the instrumentalEvery time I start writing I get sentimentalThis shit is just not fairBut why the fuck should I care?The story of your life hereTwo young stars was born and y’all gon’ die hereOh Lord, gotta be the yamsBillboard list need 2Pac, damnBut number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeahHoochie, coochie, pussies in a tranceEvery day a celebration, but even the valley peaking meIs not validation, nigga this TDEAnd my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratingsAnd casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrationsWhoaMurder my allegations and burning my finger tracesAdjourning my power patience and earning royalty paymentsI’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservatedI kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say itMy nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay itI gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play withThe ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatestWhoaBurnin’ my leather(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
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