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Je me sens comme un auto-justicier ou un missionnaire
Demande à mon équipe de s’armer
Envoyez-les au cimetière en écrivant leur nécrologie
N’ai pas peur, négro, es-tu prêt ?
Je pensais à tout les 0’s sur mon compte en banque (Quoiii)
Et des salopes dans mon lit, il y’en a pour le même nombre (Quoiii)
Ever since this new star fame came about
Ou depuis que j’ai commencé à fréquenter Drizzy (Huuh)
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Je suis passé d’une Mustang à une Lamborghini
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Je sais que rien n’est pire que la ligne 1 du métro
Sacs de marque Goyard, je suis un chef comme Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
Je suis tressé comme O-Dog, ma famille se donne à fond
Fidèle à mes proches, des hors-la-loi sans respect
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got ‘proached at
Vous prenez tous les risques en venant dans le quartier, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y’all like, “DOO DOO!” I hate y’all
When the beef cooked, I ate y’all like, “Mmm mmm,” let’s play ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, mes rimes sont glaciales
Mon AK est fumant et ton Glock est gelé, je grogne tel un chien policier
J’ai une arme automatique
I’ll make that shirt say RIP, I’m on some shit
Si je ne suis pas le plus chaud c’est que l’Enfer a dû geler
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ‘posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I’m ‘posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Ou prétendre être un vautour et descendre de cette colline
Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience
Mon flow devient aussi profond que des conques
I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisons
Don’t sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin’, so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign’ance
Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with Jigga
And I’m thinkin’ ’bout signin’ to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you’re only gon’ end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin’ rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin’
Burger flippin’, eat, sleep, shittin’ human bein’, you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin’, my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision’s beyond the Hubble’s
Je me regroupe avec les nubiens, c’est un nouveau départ
Vous venez en cours tard tandis que Radioactive est disque d’or
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying duck
If I’m applyin’ love to my rhymin’ plus alignin’ us?
Alabama’s climbin’ up, wait, no I don’t give a
Flying duck, j’ai juste une chevrotine, chh, bam !
J’emmerde ta vie connard
Il n’y a eu aucun rappeur aussi bon depuis que 2Pac est mort
Et qu’il a fait son come back lors d’un festival à Coachella, Yelawolf
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I’m high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Je fais un moonwalk pieds nus sur le soleil avec des lunettes de soleil
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
Wouldn’t hit that shit with my worst enemy’s penis
Bitch when I say this I mean this: “Ho, I’m the meanest”
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, aw shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich posh shit
Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin’ tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin’ chronic ’bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn’t that ironic?
Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me
You should’ve stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I’m Kenny Lofton
Outstandin’
I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin’ through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I’ve got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham
Big KRIT, shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the ‘Lac with flats
After that, bottles I can’t pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?”
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I’ve been in the business of sinkin’ ships
Chokin’ niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, ‘86er, nigga, that’s my born year
Get the fuck from ‘round here, that’s just my country ways
Suckin’ on your momma’s titty, bitchin’ while I was choppin’ blade
Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won’t have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can’t you?
In order to come up close, you’ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
(That wasn’t no sample nigga!)
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey’s ass
That’s out of line, but in living color?
I’m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist
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