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The most decorated, competition decimated

My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated

Niggas got you to the spot and then you separated

Reasons for it speculated, we know how it escalated

Rarely celebrated, grade eleven educated

Radio is king again, Billboard got me regulated

Wanna makе it fair for you, numbers that I generatеd

Do right and kill everything, people knew that death awaited

Taylor Swift the only nigga that I ever rated

Only one could make me drop the album just a little later

Rest of y'all, I treat you like you never made it

Leave your label devastated

Even when you pad the stats, period, I never hated

Even when you stab me in the back, the vest is metal-plated

Tryna see a B inside my circle like I'm gettin' graded

Man, all this luggage in the lobby like I'm gettin' traded

Every time you need me for a boost, I never hesitated

Every time that Yeezy called a truce, he had my head inflated

Thinkin' we gon' finally peace it up and get to levitatin'

Realize that everything premeditated

Everyone was good with me, then everyone expression faded

Tickin' time bomb and they beggin' me to detonate it

If I press this red button, dog, everybody Heaven Gated

Press this red button, dog, and everything forever changes

Word to M-Dolla, she the only one could maybe save it

Should've hit you first, but, sis, you know about the shit I've taken

Niggas think it's sweet, but I am not a diabetic patient

I will start blackin' over here like it's segregation

I will fuckin' double-cross you niggas like it's meditation

I'll give you a hard pill to swallow, this your medication

I will fuckin' pop up on your ass like a revelation

I could tell you better than I show you, this a demonstration

I will fuckin' leave you in the dirt like some vegetation

Chemicals is mixin' in my brain and killin' hesitation

I will fuckin' force a few shots like a vaccination

Niggas fuckin' call me up to cap, this not a graduation

I will fuckin' put your ass on pause like I'm Pastor Mason

I will set alarms off and cause a whole evacuation

I'll fuckin'—, I'll fuckin'—

I'll get to you ten years from now like procrastination

I'll fuckin' find out wherever y'all are celebratin'

Pull up, park my Phantom on the curb like I'm Larry David

 

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder

Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor

China was a neat signer, trouble with the script

Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget

Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though

Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go

Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren

Then it's last down seven alligator seven

At the gates of heaven, knockin'—no answer

Slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas

Yes, no? Villain, Metal Face to Destro

Guess so, still incredible in escrow

Just say, "Ho!" I'll test the yayo

Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low

Hey bro, DayGlo, set the bet, pay dough

Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco

The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors

Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers

… In all quad flavors, Lord save us

Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne

Think you know the name, don't rack your brain

On a fast track to half insane

Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"

Laughter, pain

Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host

Doing bong hits, on the roof in the west coast

He's at it again, Mad at the pen

Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men

Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers

You can find the villain in satin … congas

The van screeches, the old man preaches

About the gold sand beaches, the cold hand reaches

For the old tan Ellesses …

… Jesus