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Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

And it's like that, lil' b*t*h
MVP, I get no sleep
No, I don't like that, lil' b*t*h
Bust that open, I want that ocean
Yeah that bite back, lil' b*t*h
Do it bite back, lil' b*t*h?
Need two life jackets, lil' b*t*h
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My b*t*h been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage à Trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
f**k his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain't no secret

La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f**k me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf**k the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
b*t*h, I'm on a roll and I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

Changes
Is you gon' do something?
What you want?

Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin' everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
n***a, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Yeah, God
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate, throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
f**k integrity, f**k your pedigree
f**k your feelings, f**k your culture
f**k your mom, f**k your family, f**k your drive
f**k your land, f**k your children, f**k your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven and not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they ike, we like
Fast cars

At 17 I made six figures (Yeah)
Immature young rich n***a (What else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (Yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy (Yeah, yeah)
Lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be, f**k is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my n***as, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we know that you bluffin' (Yeah, hey)
I got two cars, n***a, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man (That's right)
That's on my mama, stackin' plenty commas
Got good karma like the Dalai Lama (Yeah)
I'm tailor-made for this, buy designer
b*t*h, I'm the n***a, just to remind you, yeah (Hey)

To remind you, to remind you
Black Power
Just to remind you

Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a n***a lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside n***a, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a n***a run, man (Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a d**k pic, uh
Got that b*t*h all on my d**k tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that b*t*h out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a n***a mind, see a n***a grind
f**kin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n***as
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly–

Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey, I'm just... I'm just gon' stop rapping
I'm just gon' stop rapping right now, on this song
Not... I mean, not in... not in, in general, but just on this song 'cause
You slumped out?
I ain't... yeah, I ain't tryna... I ain't tryna destroy these n***as
Sike!

Ayy, grind on my d**k like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your b*t*h on me, she need CPR
I f**ked that b*t*h right on DVR
I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
I sucked her toes, yes I'm freaky, yes
Caught a grand theft just like GTA
If he talk sh*t, watch me beat him, ayy
Hop on that beat and I beat the A
Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
Shout out my n***a, ImDontai, uh
Build to the pu**y like Fortnite, uh
My d**k is stuck in your whore like-

Oww!
¡Cabrón! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
Bae, it's just a lyric, bae
¿Qué tú dijiste?
I'm sorry

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