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The Heart Part 4
Don't tell a
lie on me I
won't tell the
truth 'bout you Don't tell a
lie on me I
won't tell the
truth 'bout you Thirty millions later, my future favors The
legendary status of a
hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the
atlas in this spaceship Candy-coated, my day shift's Been devoted to fucking up bundles of paper Pi equals three-fourteen The
devil's pie is big enough to justify the
whole thing Wait up, lamping in Jamaica The
clouds turning, my thoughts turning Burning castor oil, yo I
been determined to make an earning This seed in this soil is classified I'm satisfied when I
strategize my kid's future I
ain't sanctified enough to say that I
won't shoot you I
done vandalized the
industry full circuit The
earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a
land that transcend two surfaces The
richer the
poorer, the
bigger the
picture The
more blood pours, but— Don't tell a
lie on me I
won't tell the
truth 'bout you Don't tell a
lie on me I
won't tell the
truth 'bout you My fans can't wait for me to son your punk-ass And crush your whole little shit I'll Big Pun your punk-ass, you a
scared little bitch Tiptoeing around my name, nigga, you lame And when I
get at you, homie Don't you just tell me you was just playing "Oh, I
was just playing, K-Dot C'mon, you know a
nigga rock with you, bro" Shut the
fuck up, you sound like the
last nigga I
know Might end up like the
last nigga I
know Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I
know I
put my foot on the
gas, head on the
floor Hopping out before the
vehicle crash, I'm on a
roll Yelling, "One, two, three, four, five I
am the
greatest rapper alive" So damn great, motherfucker, I've died What you hearing now is a
paranormal vibe House on the
hill, house on the
beach, nigga (Facts) A
condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (Facts) I'm fresh out the
water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga The
five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more lears More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck y'all, sincere I
heard the
whispers, I
curved the
whispers You know what the
risk is Earthed in ditches, your body reverting to stiffness The
whole world gone mad Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, whites that do the
dab Donald Trump is a
chump Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God coming And Russia need a
replay button, y'all up to something Electorial votes look like memorial votes But America's truth ain't ignoring the
votes It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I
prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me But when the
shit get bracking, don't you aks for me How many leaders gon' tell you the
truth after me? G
Malone, big bro, kudos to him I
was two Os from a
M, tryna be big as Em Thirty millions later, my future favors The
legendary status of a
hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court A
real hustler lose money just to go get some more I
said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back 'Nother classic, right back My next album, the
whole industry on a
ice pack With TOC, you see the
flames In my E-Y-Es it's not a
game And the
whole world is going mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a
bag, daddy Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a
boxer Beating up on my niggas while the
COs watch him Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you Just know, the
next game played I
might slap the
shit out you Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul They throwing me out, you throw in the
towel Look at the
crowd, they— (Naw, I
don't like that) Look at my smile, I'm smirking Calm but urgent (That ain't the
style, fuck!) So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!) So many verses, I
never run out (What?) You making him nervous, the
music is loud Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-ass down! (Sit yo punk-ass down) So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?) So that means no more playing the
back scenes (What else?) My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?) My name is identified as "That King" I'll let y'all worry 'bout a
list, I'm on some other shit A
difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Y'all got 'til April the
7th to get y'all shit together Let's get it! Look, look! On foenem
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