BUILDING BLUEPRINT

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  1. Uh (Uh), feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary
  2. Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready
  3. Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries
  4. Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready?
  5. I've been thinkin' 'bout all the O's in my bank account (what?)
  6. Extra hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (what?)
  7. Ever since this new star fame came about
  8. Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out, huh
  9. Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
  10. Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
  11. Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
  12. (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train
  13. Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar
  14. Dee, probably sellin' D in your local courtyard
  15. Braids like I'm O Dog, my la familia go hard
  16. Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
  17. We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
  18. With a toe tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
  19. I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo, doo, "I hate y'all
  20. When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!"
  21. Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold
  22. I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9's on
  23. That banana clip, straight from the rip
  24. I'll make that shirt say R.I.P. I'm on some shit
  25. If I'm not the hottest then Hell must have froze over
  26. You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
  27. I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
  28. Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
  29. Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
  30. Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
  31. I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
  32. Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
  33. Barely even conscious, talkin' to my conscience
  34. Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
  35. I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
  36. Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms
  37. Somehow bypassed the bias and the isms
  38. The violence and the killin', so given
  39. They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
  40. Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
  41. But pass the pot, let me skillet
  42. Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
  43. And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
  44. But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
  45. And I swear it hurt me soul
  46. I try to prevail, but when I preach, I only hurt their sales
  47. Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
  48. But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
  49. When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
  50. Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it, Painter
  51. Skater, musician, trailer park, dirt ditch diggin'
  52. Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
  53. Trouble to body double or couple me to these others
  54. 'Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
  55. That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
  56. I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin' again
  57. You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
  58. And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
  59. If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
  60. Alabama's climbin' up, wait! No, I don't give a
  61. Flying duck nothin' but a buckshot, ch pow!
  62. Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
  63. Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
  64. And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show—Yelawolf
  65. Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
  66. And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
  67. Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers
  68. Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
  69. Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
  70. Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
  71. Bitch, when I say this, I mean this: Ho, I'm the meanest
  72. Dick so big, it's like from Earth to Venus
  73. That molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off switch
  74. Lawless, obnoxious, on that "Suck my cock" shit
  75. That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit
  76. Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this!
  77. Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
  78. Cryin' tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert
  79. Adonis smokin' chronic, 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
  80. Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
  81. Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
  82. A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me
  83. The moon's reflection off the lake hit me
  84. You should have stayed with me
  85. Now many Asian bitches lay with me
  86. The face is silky like a tablecloth
  87. My shorty gallop in the mornin' on the beach like a Chilean horse
  88. Red roses dropped from boxes very often
  89. Confetti torchin', drinkin' Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
  90. Outstandin'
  91. I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin'
  92. You see us scramblin', sellin' Susan Sarandon
  93. The cloud of smoke like the phantom
  94. Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh
  95. You see me comin' through in each state
  96. Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
  97. Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
  98. The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham
  99. Big K.R.I.T., shawty
  100. Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
  101. Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats
  102. After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
  103. Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
  104. All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
  105. All I wanted was love and all they had was dap
  106. Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is
  107. The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch
  108. Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
  109. Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
  110. Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit
  111. Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
  112. Been a killer, '86er nigga, that's my born year
  113. Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways
  114. Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
  115. Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
  116. Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
  117. I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?
  118. Most rappers hopin' the world end so they won't have to drop another album
  119. B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
  120. In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too

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