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>> Ya uncle Sam. And this, is the great American game do not take trelegy more than prescribed.
♪ Reincarnated with love ♪

♪ My gemini twin back ♪
♪ Powerin’ up ♪

♪ No more handshakes and hugs ♪
♪ The energy only circulate through us ♪
♪ Everybody must be judged ♪
♪ But this time ♪
♪ God only favorin us ♪

♪ 20 years in ♪
♪ Still got that pen dedicated to bare hard truth ♪
♪ The etiquette speak with a prevalent tongue ♪
♪ The predicate this time is _-_ you ♪
♪ I’m carryin heavier hearts right now ♪
♪ I can power lift with o lympians too ♪
♪ I’m carryin various darts right now ♪
♪ I desert this like tiramisu ♪
♪ See we goin body for body ♪

♪ I hand you a body ♪
♪ I’m probably a better masseuse
♪

♪ I really don’t bother nobody but they run it by me ♪
♪ If I got to clear out the room
♪
♪ You would not get the picture if I had to sit you for hours in front of the lourve ♪
♪ You would not have a soul ♪

♪ Even if I had told you to stand next to Johnny and q ♪
♪ Started with nothing but government cheese ♪
♪ But now I could seize the government too ♪
♪ Remember the foos ♪
♪ Them color was tan and brown ♪

♪ But now the hundred is blue ♪
♪ Remember I said I’m the greatest back when you debated ♪
♪ The number one and number two
♪

♪ The topic was always hilarious to me ♪
♪ You carried them to me ♪

♪ I pru bring out the ♪

>> Televised. You picked the right guy but at the wrong time.
♪ Someone better squabble up ♪

♪ Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ♪
♪ I am ♪ reincarnated ♪

♪ I was stargazin ♪

♪ Life goes on ♪
♪ I need all my babies ♪

♪ Gyah gyah ♪
♪ Woke up lookin for the broccoli ♪
♪ High-key, keep a horn on me ♪

♪ That kamasi ♪

♪ Ip ownership the blueprint is by me ♪
♪ Mr. Get off ♪

♪ I get off at my feet ♪

♪ When I hear music ♪

♪ It makes me dance ♪

♪ You got the music ♪
♪ Now is your chance ♪

♪ Thunk ♪
♪ Thunk ♪
♪ Thunk ♪

♪ Thunk ♪
♪ Thunk ♪
♪ Baby rockin it ♪

♪ Quid pro quo ♪
♪ What you want ♪
♪ Cause I’m watchin it ♪

♪ Work on the floor ♪
♪ Here’s your chance ♪

♪ Let me know if you clockin it
♪

♪ Brodie won’t go ♪
♪ But I know that he poppin it ♪

♪ It was woof tickets on sale ♪

♪ Til I silenced it ♪
♪ Pipe down young ♪

♪ These some whole other politics ♪
♪ It makes me dance ♪

♪ You got the music ♪

♪ Don’t hit him ♪
♪ He got kids with him ♪
♪ My apologies ♪

♪ Now is your chance ♪
♪ Ghetto child it was black & milds ♪
♪ With the smirnoff ♪

♪ Yeehaw ♪
♪ We outside ♪

♪ Whoadie bout to kill him off ♪

♪ Blaps on blaps it’s a fact ♪

♪ This a brick of raw ♪

♪ Tell me why you rap if it’s fictional ♪
♪ Tell me why you fed if you criminal ♪
♪ Squabble up ♪

♪ Squabble up ♪
♪ Squabble up ♪

♪ Squabble up ♪

♪ Squabble up ♪

>> No. No. No. No. Too loud. Too reckless and too ghetto. Mr. Lamar, do you really know how to play the game? Tighten up!
♪ Nobody pray for me ♪

♪ It been that day for me ♪

♪ Way ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ♪

♪ Ay I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances ♪
♪ Finesse’n None with some counterfeits ♪
♪ But now I’m countin this ♪

♪ Parmesan where my accountant lives ♪
♪ In fact I’m downin this ♪
♪ D’usse with my boo bae ♪

♪ Tastes like kool-aid for the analysts ♪
♪ Girl I can buy you the world with my paystub ♪
♪ I know that it’s good ♪
♪ Won’t you sit it on my taste buds ♪
♪ I get way too petty once you let me do the extras ♪
♪ Pull up on your block ♪

♪ Then break it down ♪
♪ We playin tetris ♪
♪ A.M. to the P.M. ♪

♪ P.M. to the A.M. ♪

♪ Funk ♪
♪ Eat up your per diem ♪

♪ You just gotta hate ’em ♪
♪ Funk ♪

♪ If I quit your bm ♪

♪ I still ride mercedes ♪
♪ If I quit this season ♪

♪ I still be the greatest ♪

♪ Funk ♪

♪ My left stroke just went viral ♪
♪ Right stroke put lil baby in a
♪

♪ Aye ♪

♪ Be humble ♪

♪ Sit down ♪

♪ Be humble ♪

♪ Sit down ♪

♪ Be humble ♪

♪ Sit down ♪

♪ Hold up ♪
♪ I got ♪
♪ I got ♪

♪ I got ♪
♪ I got ♪

♪ Loyalty ♪
♪ Got royalty inside my DNA ♪

♪ Quarter piece got war and peace ♪
♪ Inside my dn-aye ♪
Power poison pain and joy inside my DNA ♪
♪ I got hustle though ambition flow inside my DNA ♪
♪ I was born like this ♪ you bet

♪ Perform like this ♪

♪ I know murder ♪
Conviction burners boosters ♪
♪ Burglars ballers dead redemption scholars ♪
♪ Fathers dead with kids ♪

♪ And I wish I was fed forgiveness ♪
♪ Yeah I’m out the way ♪
♪ Yeah I’m low okay ♪

♪ Yeah the island right here’s remote okay ♪
♪ I ain’t thinkin’ about no reaper ♪
♪ Got a Benjamin and a Jackson ♪

♪ All in my house like I’m Joe okay ♪
♪ Hell-cat made his homeboys ♪

♪ And them type sell they soul okay ♪
♪ Everybody wanna be demon til they get chipped by your throwaway ♪
♪ And I might do a show a day ♪
Once a lame always a lame ♪
♪ Have you ever played have-you-ever ♪
♪ Okay let’s play ♪

♪ Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face ♪
>>
♪ I deserve it all ♪
♪ Keep these bums away from me ♪

♪ Keep all my blessings faithfully ♪
♪ Keep my essence contagious ♪

♪ That’s okay with me ♪

♪ Don’t you play with me ♪

♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ Crashin out right now ♪

♪ No one’s safe with me ♪
♪ I did it with integrity ♪ - be
♪ Must be ashamed of me I deserve it all ♪
>>
♪ Tell me why you think you deserve the greatest ♪
♪ Ah ♪

>> Ya, homeboys, with ya – the culture cheat code. Scorekeeper deduct a life. Aye. Why love?
♪ What they talkin bout ♪
♪ They ain’t talkin bout nothin
♪
♪ What they talkin bout ♪
♪ They ain’t talkin bout nothin
♪
♪ What they talkin bout ♪

♪ They ain’t talkin bout nothin
♪
♪ What they talkin bout ♪

♪ They ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪
M I just put them boogers in my chain ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪

♪ 80-pointers like a kobe game ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪

♪ 7.62s’ll make em plank ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪
♪ Poppin out you better not smut my name ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪

♪ Put two foreigns on the 405 ♪

♪ Peekaboo ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪

♪ Why you actin tough on ig live
♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪ow what, you little pissant?
♪ Let me facetime my opp ♪

♪ I’m up the street ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪
♪ Yeah it’s az I’m puttin somethin to sleep ♪
♪ Peekaboo ♪

♪ He on the ground ♪

♪ I praise god and start stompin’ feet ♪
>> Yes, dot. I wanna make a movie fo sure! I wanna perform my favorite song. What song? Yeah that song. That song? Ah, maybe I think ´bout it. Oh no. Until then, I’ll slow it down. Say ladies, do me this solid. Ooooh –
>> Damn mind.
♪ If this world were mine ♪

♪ Hey roman numeral seven ♪
♪ Bae drop it like it’s hot ♪

♪ If this world was mine ♪

♪ I’d take your dreams and make em multiply ♪
♪ If this world was mine ♪
♪ I’d take your enemies in front of god ♪
♪ Introduce ’em to that light ♪

♪ Hit them strictly with that fire ♪
♪ Fah-fah fah-fah-fah fah-fah fah ♪
♪ In this world ♪

♪ Concrete flowers grow ♪

♪ Heartache she only doin what she know ♪
♪ Weekends get it poppin on the low ♪
♪ Better days comin for sure ♪

♪ If this world were ♪

♪ If it was up to me ♪
♪ I wouldn’t give these nobodies no sympathy ♪
♪ I’d take away the pain ♪

♪ I’d give you everything ♪

♪ I just wanna see you win ♪
♪ Wanna see if this world were mine ♪
♪ It go in when you out ♪

♪ Ride it ♪
♪ Do it real slow ♪

♪ Slide ♪

♪ Baby you a star strike pose right ♪
♪ When I’m ♪
♪ When you ♪

♪ With you ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Everything glows ♪

♪ Slow ♪

♪ Come and ♪

♪ Put that ♪

♪ On my ♪

♪ Soul ♪

♪

♪

♪ Tell me what you gon do to me
♪

♪ Confrontation ain’t nothin new to me ♪
♪ You can bring a bullet ♪

♪ Bring a morgue ♪
♪ Bring a sword ♪

♪ But you can’t bring the truth to me ♪
♪ You and all your expectations ♪
♪ I don’t even want your congratulations ♪
♪ I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises ♪
♪ All in your conversation ♪

♪ I hate those that feel entitled ♪
♪ Look at me crazy cause I ain’t invite you ♪
♪ Oh you important ♪

♪ You the moral to the story you endorsing ♪
♪ I don’t even like you ♪

♪ Corrupt a man’s heart with a gift ♪
♪ That’s how you find out who you dealin’ with ♪
♪ A small percentage ♪
♪ Who I’m building with ♪

♪ I want the credit if I’m losing or I’m winning ♪
♪ On my mama ♪

♪ This may be the night that my dreams might let me know ♪
♪ All the stars are closer ♪

♪ All the stars are closer ♪

♪ All the stars are closer ♪

♪ This may be the night that my dreams might let me know ♪
♪ All the stars are closer ♪

♪ All the stars are closer ♪

♪ All the stars are closer ♪

>> I’m talking about. That’s what America wants. Nice and calm. You almost there. Don’t mess this up.
♪ Oh no ♪

♪ It’s a cultural divide I’m going to get it on the floor ♪
♪ You really bout to do it ♪

♪ Aye I told y’all before it’s bigger than the music ♪
♪ You really ´bout to do it ♪
♪ Yeah it’s a cultural divide and I’m way more influenced ♪
♪ He can own it like that ♪

♪ Aye I’m trippen I’m smilin ♪

♪ Imma ride it to the back like
♪

♪ Mustard on the beat ♪

♪ Man down ♪

♪ Call an amberlamps ♪

♪ Tell him breathe bro ♪

♪ He walk around like teezo ♪

♪ Tryna see compton ♪

♪ The industry can hate me ♪
♪ How many opps you really got ♪

♪ I mean it’s too many options ♪

♪ I’m finna pass on this body ♪

♪ I’m John stockton ♪

♪ Beat your – and hide the bible if god watchin ♪
♪ Sometimes you gotta pop out
♪ Certified boogeyman ♪

♪ I’m the one that up the score with em ♪
♪ Walk him down ♪

♪ Whole time ♪
♪ Say Drake I hear you like ’em young ♪
♪ You better not ever go to cell block one ♪
♪ Just make sure you hide your lil sister from him ♪
♪ They tell me chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
♪

♪ And party at the party playin’ with his nose now ♪
♪ And baka got a weird case ♪

♪ Why is he around ♪
♪ Certified lover boy ♪

♪ Certified face ♪
♪ Wop ♪
♪ Wop ♪

♪ Wop ♪
♪ Wop ♪

♪ Wop ♪
♪ Dot I’m on them tough ♪
♪ Wop ♪

♪ Wop ♪
♪ Wop ♪
♪ Wop ♪

♪ Wop ♪

♪ I’ma do my stuff ♪

♪ Were you trolling like a ♪
♪ Ain’t you tired ♪

♪ Tryna strike a chord and it’s probably a minor ♪
♪ They not like us ♪

♪ They not like us ♪

♪ They not like us ♪

♪ They not like us ♪
No
♪ They not like us ♪

♪ Are you my friend ♪

♪ Are we locked in ♪
♪ Then step this way ♪

♪ Step that way ♪

♪ Then step this way ♪

♪ Step that way ♪

♪ I go by the name k.d.o.t. ♪
We come from compton ♪ let me hear you say touchdown ♪
♪ Actin’ bad but somebody gotta do it ♪
♪ Got my foot up on the gas ♪
♪ But somebody gotta do it huh ♪

♪ Turn his TV off ♪
♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪

♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪
♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪

♪ Turn his TV off ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪

♪ Ain’t no other king in this rap thing they siblings ♪
♪ Nothing but my children ♪

♪ One shot they disappearin ♪
♪ I’m in a city where the flag be gettin thrown ♪
♪ Like it was pass interference
♪ Crash pullin’ up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag ♪
♪ With a bone to pick like it was sea bass ♪
♪ So when I made it out ♪

♪ I made about 50k from a show ♪

♪ Trying show the ropes before they hung from a rope ♪
♪ I’m prophetic they only talk about it ♪
♪ How I get it ♪
♪ Only good for saving face ♪

♪ Seen the cosmetics ♪
♪ How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics ♪
♪ Hurry up and get your muscle up ♪
♪ We out the plyometric ♪
I upped the highest metric ♪
♪ Super Bowl made it sweet ♪

♪ You could diabetic ♪
♪ They mouth get full of deceit
♪
♪ Let these cowards tell it ♪

♪ Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of L.A. ♪
>>
♪ Mustard ♪
♪ Oh, man ♪

♪ Actin’ bad ♪
♪ But somebody gotta do it ♪

♪ Got my foot up on the gas ♪
♪ But somebody gotta do it huh ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪

♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪

♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪
♪ Turn his TV off huh ♪

♪ Turn his TV off ♪

♪ Turn his TV off ♪
♪ Turn his TV off ♪E report them to hud and they never work in banking again.