[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Tonight's the night I jump on my shh... uh huh?
Lyrical mayhem, rappers get laid down when I kick
Saliva K rounds, a transformer how I break down
Nouns and verbs, you just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit they save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by when I pull up then pull out
Whatever you did shout I put up
Then take the residuals after leaving your body in critical

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Fuck 'em all though, more drive than a car show
Four five in the console, call me Soul Eastwood
Lyrical gun slanging’ and a corral full of wild niggas
PC shut down niggas, it's P.E. I run around niggas
You shawn pope you just sound bigger
You bad boys bite the brick like snitches bite bullets
No diss to Diddy, that's just how I like to put it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Living’ life crooked like a neck muscle after you pull it
187, look at the footage
Like O-Dawg, and oh you owe, dog? Either pay up
Or have your daughter makin’ that ransom phone call
Player, I don’t tolerate niggas who fabricate stories
Who says you did what (what?)
I’m sounding like Noreaga for the paper
One leg to erase ya, kinda ironic
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