[Intro:]
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Uh,
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King,
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Zero!
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I got it
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You are now havin' your sandwich made
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With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade
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Cause any man could get played in my all in phase
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I mean my flow passwords like the log in page, uh
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See how my last words do?
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I put my log in your girl, cause we're passwords, too
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Your BM just sent me a DM and you be chasing that hooker
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You steady stalking her Twitter,
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She gave me face when I booked her.
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She treat me like the Facebook logo,
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Now that's a true slut!
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In other words, she ' blew me cause I' blew up
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Acknowledge my knowledge is polished
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Cowards get power dropped.
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Man, my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize.
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I'm piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals
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I silently swear I kill 'em, I'm finalizing my vows.
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Uh, I'm shitting on them, I'm vitalizing my bowls
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Like I took a vitamin, something vitalizing my bowls!
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I'm the truth times two, I ain't inviting lies, you should bow!
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(Pow, pow, pow) I'm taking shots in the dark
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While taking shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts
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You can take these shots from a vet
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While I'm taking shots at your dogs
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They gonna have to have me shackled and '.
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While having my Adam apple detached in a Baptist chapel
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While attacked by the fastest traveling javelin
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While attached to a dragon dragging a cage?
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These niggas go trap me
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And while I'm laughing, while I'm lapping 'em
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They collapse as I'm passing 'em!
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Man, I'm coming with the K, like the lacking potassium.
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Uh, I'm Jordan from the '
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While every frame is in slow mode
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And every fan in the stands got their head in they hands like "oh no"
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Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo,
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And somebody stitch the logo,
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I'm bodying this shit bro bro! Get it?
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You don't get it, my nigga! You gotta get it!
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I'm bodying this shit, his logo had his whole body in it.
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Oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice,
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Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky, tell these guys that I'm hella nice,
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Right! When I spit it tear wind, the air bin
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I'm wicked, son! These niggas buns like hair pins
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Amateurs, I scientifically handle bars
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And you just ', putting bikes together in your man's garage
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Damn it dog, I ' this guy!
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I ain't talking 'bout no rapper, I said "fold the sky", nigga!
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In half and disperse the worse grin
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As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the Earth spin
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You worse than a skid nigga who popped thing off then flee
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I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea!
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Yeah, I'm a king, I'm elite I could never dream of defeat
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I could Dr. King you with a speech while I Rodney King-ing your beat
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You playing the victim nigga, I'm saying the vicious scriptures
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You niggas in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers
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I wrote this in hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted
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I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different
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I feel so blessed I should mention, I pushed the depths of extension
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Much highe, my type of talent requires special attention.
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Kendrick, I think you genius!
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J. Cole got these niggas worried
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Big KRIT is a southern killer, Wale is a visionary!
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Pusha been pushing so long, he truly defines a hustler
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Meek did his time like a G,
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Came back home and shined on them suckers!
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A$AP mastered the facets of fashion
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Snatching the essence of branding his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence
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This nigga Drake nice on the mic and act
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So many hits he fucked around and brought light skin back
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And Big Sean you did it! you really did it, no bullshi
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You putting the D on, I could see the future, no'
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Get it? ', I went to war with critics like Jay Eleca
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Let him see my exhibit, get it? Exhibit C
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I exquisitely make a segway to Tyler,
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My future's odd, I salute you dog
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Mac Miller, young white boy track
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Killer, gotta feel that
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I think real rap back, nigga
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King!
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Control (Remix)
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| King Los |
