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Just got up off that toilet seat where most rappers lyric ought ta be;
I wanted peace so I turned my phone off cause money keep on calling me
These MILFS be asking for my number, you get broke then I guess you better hit a lick;
My girl is independent like me but she told me that is her dick
I don’t blame her one bit, I’m old school I’m Slick Rick;
Knocking these tracks out left and right, I swear I just made another hit
Dark skinned niggas went out of style but I dare anyone to test me;
Whatever I write is Frosted Flakes, its GrRreat the way it ought to be
Go to sleep with my finger on the trigga, I only hear what I wanna hear;
Don’t touch but I know y’all feel me, zoom by you as I shift into sixth gear
Fuck what you be talkin’ bout, you only live one I’m cool with that;
Swear i done had nine lives, you can just call me a cool cat
Bitch come showing me a price tag, I got racks on racks on racks!
You know im showing up at the white party, I got black on black on black
She want me to lay that pipe for her, you can just call me Lowe’s;
And throw that pussy at me she gone shake it like a red nose
Peanut butter jelly with baseball bat, hit it from the back in a baseball hat;
Knock that shit clean out the park, somebody bring my baseball back
I really don’t know if you have seen her, her backs swings just like Serena;
Before I even break a sweat that thing so wet have me on the phone talking with FEMA
Some of yall niggas is washed up, some of yall niggas just wanna hate;
I swear niggas better watch how and what you so say, I’ll leave you out to dry no fabricate
I’m so hot I take my clothes off, when I’m out imma make it rain;
Just as sure I go by Kendrick, im pretty sure that is my fucking name
I don’t have a rap no name, go by what my mother gave me;
I don’t just be going in, I going insane, I’m going crazy
Whites girls y’all ain’t back, y’all be liking that rap shit;
Black guys don’t discriminate I promise they just wanna hit
Don’t be sleeping on me because imma keep on writing these scriptures;
Capture who you thought I was I turn it into motion picture
Imma keep on busting my ass until my young ass see a milli;
I done had so many death threats, still waitin’ on someone to kill me
Get at me…
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