[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready Send 'em to the cemetary with obituaries Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready? I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount Ever since this new star fame came about Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar- Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off, 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, I rhyme cold My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone That banana clip, straight from the rip I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze over 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 Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches 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
[Verse 4: Yelawolf] 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 I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold 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, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Danny Brown] 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 Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on Bitch pussy smell like a penguin Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis Bitc