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Former US president Donald Trump criticised the inquiry as being in “desperate search of a crime”.
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Two-thirds will go to the UN agency for Palestinian refugees, which Donald Trump stopped funding.
Conservatives baselessly claimed that Dominion Voting System rigged the 2020 vote against Donald Trump.
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Selena Gomez – Expressing Myself Lyrics
[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Hey!)
When life tell you it’s time to go (Skrrt!)
I realize my blessing (Hey!)
A side of me that they don’t know (Hey!)
I’m a woman, now did you know?
And I light up the room, yes I go (Hey, hey!)
Rare is my formula (Hey!)
One of a kind, I’m original (Hey!)
[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)
[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh
[Bridge: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Refrain: Anitta]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new me is present (Hey!)
I did this all on my mine
Turn my vision to physical (Hey!)
Nah, my diamonds are real, and you know (Ooh, ooh!)
Lo que ves es lo que te doy
Pero dime si me quieres hoy
[Chorus: Anitta]
Oh-oh, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya
[Post-Chorus: Anitta]
Man, you will never understand
El bunda es aquí en mi’ hands
And I’m passin’ it on to my friends, woah-oh
And I’m movin’ my body, my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan
That should tell you where I am, woah-oh
[Bridge: Anitta]
You know that feelin’
[Refrain: Selena Gomez]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new message (Hey!)
I decide how high I go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
In a time that is digital (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Anything happens in real-time they know (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And, well, I’m just warming up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Til I’m burnin’ bright
You’re done here we go
[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)
[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh
[Bridge: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy; haha)
Ayy, Selena (Ayy, ayy, ayy; yeah)
Let me go and [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me kick my flavor real quick
You dig?, yeah
¿Qué pasa, homes?
[Verse 2: Kap G]
First off, fuck Donald Trump
[?] my man Donald Duck
I’m from Cali part like Monica
Ayy, bro, who hide the zip? (Jumpshot)
I’m from the street, boy, no beach boy
This ain’t Hollister (Nah), I used to rock the Nautica
Now all I rock is designer, boy
Wake up in the mornin’, livin’
Feelin’ like I’m rich and famous
Ladies, did you love my fashion?
I’m from where that bib on cappin’
I just want to get a Ashley
And I’ma have ’em flabbergasted (Skrrt)
Polo T-shirt, Polo khakis (Skrrt), I don’t like my jeans bendin’ (Let’s go!)
If they was that good, they’d pull up with no ceilin’
Don’t got nothin’ good to say? Hold your opinion
Success is not given you gotta go get it (Go get it)
You don’t want these problems
You don’t want these issues ’cause—
[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
Man (Yeah), you do not have to understand (Turn up, turn up)
I’m movin’ my body my hands (Haha)
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh (The plan; let’s go!)
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can (You know that)
What comes out my chest, it enchants (It’s that time)
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh
50 Cent says Lil Wayne was paid to support Trump.
Just before the 2020 presidential election, Donald Trump threw a hail mary at black celebrities in an attempt to win over black voters and it looks like Lil Wayne caught it. The rapper was photographed in the White House with the president after a sit-down meeting where they reportedly discussed Trump’s agenda and the “Platinum Plan” which Wayne endorsed on social media along with the Trump campaign itself.
While many were surprised to see Tunechi supporting POTUS, 50 Cent apparently believes he knows all too well what it took to get the Young Money rapper there based on his own personal experience. Fifty has gone from trolling Lil Wayne over the viral photo of him and Trump, to straight-up accusing him of accepting money for it. During a new virtual interview on the Breakfast Club, Fifty says that Wayne was “definitely” paid for the visit.
According to Fifty, he was once offered half a million dollars to appear at Trump’s poorly attended inauguration. While he took it under advisement, the offer was increased to $1 million. Fif says he eventually turned it down on the basis of having no idea how he would recover from a move like that. When he was asked about Lil Wayne’s recent visit and endorsement of the Trump administration, Fifty said it was no different from when they tried to get him in 2017.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Easily, he got paid,” said Fifty about Wayne collecting that check. “He had the sweater and the picture,” the rapper added about the photo of Trump and Lil Wayne. Mind you, Fifty already let his thoughts on that photo be known when it first came out right before the election. “oh no WAYNE,” he wrote on Twitter. “I WOULD HAVE NEVER TOOK THIS PICTURE.”
I guess now we know what he meant by “never,” like not even for a million dollars never.
Mary Trump accuses Donald Trump and siblings of cheating her out of millions in her inheritance.
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The Republican Party has formally nominated Donald Trump. What will the convention do next?
Recordings reveal Maryanne Trump Barry, a former federal judge, saying her brother “has no principles”.
On a night that crowned the vice-presidential nominee, the party had choice words for the commander-in-chief.
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Microsoft ‘pauses talks on TikTok US deal’
The tech giant’s possible purchase of the China-owned app’s US arm was put in doubt by Donald Trump.
Nancy Pelosi links the White House task force co-ordinator to “disinformation” spread by Donald Trump.
Herman Cain, a Republican who ran for president in 2012, was a strong supporter of Donald Trump.
Boris Johnson and Donald Trump both publicly wore face masks for the first time. Why now?
Somalia has been caught up in the US election campaign thanks to Donald Trump, writes Ismail Einashe.
The World Health Organization “failed in its basic duty” over coronavirus, Donald Trump claims.
It’s after Donald Trump said the World Health Organization had “failed” in its response to the coronavirus.
Bill Gates, a major donor to the global health agency, is among critics of Donald Trump’s funding cut.
The World Health Organization “failed in its basic duty” over coronavirus, Donald Trump says.
The decision clears the way for Joe Biden to become the Democratic nominee who faces Donald Trump.
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The Game – Heaven 4 A Gangster Lyrics
[Intro]
Can’t forget about my OG Heron
My nigga’ Montreal
My nigga’ 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi
[Verse 1]
It’s like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin’ green leaf (uhh)
Draco’ in the front seat
And just to think, I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can’t ride with me, ‘less I’m Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain’t got no stars on it, fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off tryin’ Donald Trump me
I’m the OG to the YG’s
You ain’t seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin’
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense
A little soldier ain’t from Bompton
I put that on the homies
[Bridge]
God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. fuck Donald Trump, homie
[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
[Verse 2]
God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide
You don’t father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my is bitch bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?
[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
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Jarren Benton – Designer Belts Lyrics
Intro
Yeah, yeah have a nigga tell a friendd, bitch. Money over bitches while the world still spinning
Vers 1
Yeah, forever terminating trash. Middle fingers to the peers, this is therminating blacks, fuck ’em. Lord Benton i’m moving expensive lettuce. Fuck my slave name, i’m switching it to a [?] I never trust the system investin in private prisons. as long as i’m breathing i’m probably the live that’s livin’. Name a nigga’ iller than me, i’ll wait. They ain’t fucking with the god [?] fuck these labels i bet i leave with my masters. Black lives never matter as long as i’m eating rappers. Rest in pissed, i never honour you chumps. These nigga’s swagger jagger, i trust my money in trunks. Click, click,blaow Put you niggas in a permenant slump, never smell no wierd odors when i’m burning a blunt. Yeah, they be like “Mr.Benton you quite odd.” Atheist, i never pray for no white god. No disrespect for my white folks, but they be like “We want that old Jarren, The psycho.” Since my nigga died i ain’t been the same. Fuck the schitzo, pussy nigga, come feel this pain. I got family in Flint, Michigan. These motherfuckers poison the water to get rid of them. A couple bucks will make your life switch. I don’t trust the government, my wife know my sidebitch. Yeah, a nigga crying for help. A taste for suicide i hang with designer belts. Yeah, god bless america, if it ain’t your own then the pigs gon’ come and bury ya niggas
Verse 2
*Right hand over my strap. my country sits on bigger things. sweet land of living*
Complain about bullshit while niggas do fed’ time. Some niggas that got clipped got nothing but bed time. You voted for Donald Trump, your vote was a hatecrime. The world looking Strange, dawg, i ride with a Tech Nine. I’m coming with the facts involved, taxin’ y’all, so call me when the straps involved. Talkin trash, pat the party with the action, dawg. Fo’ fo’ ways kids like they jackin’ off. Swear a nigga wanted to flip, i was nice with basketball still a wanted a prick. Got the brand new fives, still i want me a six. Like a nigga got a wife and still i want me yo bitch. Sold crack on the corner and back to back with them foreigners. I put my mind to it and got it right off the tour. Still they pull me over like, “What the fuck is you doing?”[?] What drug is you movin’. Dang man, i want these niggas dead. Put his arms to his head, he be Mr.Potato head. A nigga been feared, but never fuck with the feds. We killin’ everything, i hope you niggas prepared. On a lighter note, Niggas still coming with the fire, though. Burnin’ up the trees getting higher than Mariah Notes. Mink coat killa’ with the drug deala’. Sum it all up, fuck a fuck nigga
Outro
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Kendrick Lamar – XXX Lyrics
[Intro: Bono & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the yacht
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosphin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It’s been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—
[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!
[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again—oops—accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does
[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—
[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)
[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)
[Intro]
Diego, roll me one up, my nigga
[Verse 1]
The future started yesterday, nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
I admit that I was timid at a younger age, nigga
Daddy asked me what I wanna be, I said "A paid nigga"
With them extras out the pot, I gave myself a raise, nigga
Heaven sent I can’t remember the last time I prayed, nigga
So the Devil introduced me to cookin’ cocaine, nigga
On the blade, seven days, ain’t bathe or shave, nigga
I was thuggin’ with my trey eight
Motherfuck a president, I got a Presidential Day-Date
I run a check up like a Chase bank
The police open up the package if your shipment come a day late
I just beat a rape case, groupie bitch I never fucked
Trying to give me ten for some pussy that I never touched
At a certain level, system tried to test a nigga’s nuts
Nigga hire like eleven lawyers, had to level up
[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
[Verse 2]
The future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Had a baby, now my daughter getting up in age, nigga
When I die I bet she say, "My daddy was a paid nigga"
‘Round the world jail system like a slave trade, nigga
Got me in this foreign prison, monkey in a cage, nigga
Bail paid, locked me up for an extra 30 days, nigga
Barely let us use the shower ain’t bathed or shaved nigga
I was sittin’ in a cell missin’ show dates
Commissary late, I’m postin’ pictures with the toothpaste
Barely eat the food, stress’ll make a nigga lose weight
Enter the mental of a nigga that wish he knew his fate
Shit these bitches do to try to get your cash
Erica visit, can’t wipe her tears from behind the glass
Choppin’ the porcelain up for years, said I’m suckin’ glass
I beat the DEA and the task, now I’m on my ass
[Verse 3]
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Donald Trump gon’ chain us up and turn back to slaves, nigga
Got the recipe for dope, my reparations paid, nigga
Feel like that at some point, really I should feel ashamed, nigga
They kill us, we killin’ us, but that is not the way, nigga
Money tree up in the stripper club, I’m throwin’ shade, nigga
Did destruction on your flow when I paved the lane, nigga
Chest to chopper, blow your chest out where your heart at, nigga
Black Tony, Babyface, better scar that nigga
Sent the hit out, I’m just waitin’ on the call back, nigga
Shoot them pussies, burn it up, don’t bring the car back, nigga
Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I’m too aggressive
I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin’ question
Six whips, ghetto nigga gotta be excessive
I came up on fried bologna, boy what you expected?
What you expected?
[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
[Outro]
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
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KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics
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
30 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 fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
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 ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends 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 ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you 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
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ 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 leers
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
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ 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 ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 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, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
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 trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, 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 fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, 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
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your 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 backseats (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 about 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 till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together
Lets get it!
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