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Part I: Jay Rock - King's Dead (Minimix)
Part I

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 don't 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 reign 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 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)

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 Cutla** 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
Pa** 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)

Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?

If you're patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin'
Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you
It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy
Let's face it, sh*t, basically
They're just playin' sick, they ain't sh*t
They ain't sayin' sh*t — spray 'em, 50!
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into f**kin' mayhem, you stayin' with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi
And just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
You know what's comin'?
You motherf**kers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f**k do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap sh*t, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
Sh*t, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards f**ked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers
There's nothin' spookier
You now about to witness the power of f**kin' 50

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' a**'ll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma f**kin' fall off, you're so wrong

I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sit and politic with pa**engers from 9/11
The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined
Sh*t, I ain't even got to try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, n***as is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines
Knowin' The Source will quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin' for a sl*t with a nice b*** to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin'.....

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)

Part II

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
Comp-Town 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 moral, f**k your family, f**k your tribe
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, 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 t**le y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Part II: Rich Brian - 18 (Minimix)
Part III

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, oh it's a vibe
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, vibe

When I jump into the temple (when I)
Prefer a local mental
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
Took a beer I need a 这个beat让你倒地
能力超出你底线
帮助你觉醒
或是打听你的一字一句
都已经到期
都是我玩具
都对我赞许
所以才会把你领地占据
Yeah, like I'm running the game (game)
Don't you f**k with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I'm the one and only motherf**ker from the East
All them b*t*hes lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Gettin' in my zone (gettin')
I do this sh*t alone (I do)
I'm the Yeezus of the East
You need to Watch the Throne (yeah)

All this ice be on me but I still be risin'
I’ll be on your labels but I'm still ridin'
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin'
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin'
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin'
All this ice be on me but I still be risin'
Say that I be fallin' but they see me flyin'

Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take it on my Leica
And I'm always stacking paper, but my name ain't Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it's tall just like the Eiffel
I could get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain't gettin' split
Don't look like I'm getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your b*t*h is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kiss
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some sh*t you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I'm so tired, but my mind is racin'
F**k with me and see what kinda problems you'll be facin'
Friday 13th, I make you look like you're my Jason
Like a damn femur poppin', just what I’ve been cravin'

All this ice be on me but I still be risin'
I’ll be on your levels but I'm still ridin'
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin'
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin'
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin'
All this ice be on me but I still be risin'
Say that I be fallin' but they see me flyin'

Part IV

They said that I won't make it
They said that I won't change
They say that I'm not flexin' (Pow-pow-pow)
Now they say wow, you've changed (skrrt)
Now they say why you change
Now they say why you changin'
Yeah, they ask why you've changed
When the rest ain't looking like me

(Fourteen and Seventeen)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
Ain't that hard to feel that pain
While I'm rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body would you like a tie
I'm just swerving, smoking on some dank
I'm just tryna f**king ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No-o-o-o-o taste
No-o-o-o-o change
No-o-o-o-o change
Yeah, and I promise I won't change
And I promise I'm the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
B*t*h, they say that I'm insane
I might blow your f**king brain
B*t*h, I'm fly just like a crane
Feels like I'm fallin' off a plane
Feels like I'm fallin' off a plane
And that b*t*h got angel wings
And spitting all these flames
Ain't you know I like the lean
Ain't they know I like the lean

Ooh, call my name
Spit at your feet
'Cause I'm alone
Don't call my name
Need some sleep
And just sing along

Skateboardin' down at Washington Square
Lookin' for quarters
Maybe afford a falafel for dinner, ugh
I’m so broke man, scholarship apologin'
Facebook messages from college kids who hollerin'
Girls like, "we love you, we go to LSU
You gotta do a show so we can come and molest you"
This rap stuff is magic
I used to get called "Oreo" and "Faggot"
I used to get more laughs when I got laughed at
"Oh, you got a mixtape? That's fantastic"
But everybody thought it was jokes though
They half right, the joke is
I got flow so don't act like
You ain't sittin' there with your friends like, it can't be
I know Donald Glover, he weak man, he campy
I'm still knocked down, but I up the ante
Me and hip-hop, that black Sid and Nancy

Don't call my name
Need some sleep
And just sing along
Don't call my name
Need some sleep
And just sing along

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