Kendrick You Next
Quelle: Spotify
[Intro: 2Pac Interview]
So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I’m the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I’m the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin’ fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family
[Verse 1]
First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test
You a upset nigga, where the love at?
When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that
Same place I've been up corners you can never come back
You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul nigga
I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga
You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss, nigga
You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off nigga
Broad nigga, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel"
Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!
No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well
I caught your chick, I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail
Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale
You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale
On a late night, swimmin with the great whites
You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's
Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Canal Street
Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece
How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you!
Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel!
That was never ME, why you lying to the people?
I was locked down, still doing shit illegal
Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when
You was on PC locking it with males
[Interlude]
And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one
[Verse 2]
23 and 1 never get to see the sun
Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son
Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun
They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right
Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price
You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice
Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes
Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight
Cassidy, boy you so trash to me
Do the math I dissed you, that's subtract to me
You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you add to me
You just another dead body, another casualty
I'm in the streets, so I do this beat casually
And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me?
Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing
And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed
Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it
They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it
I asked Swizzy "could she do it?" he said "nigga, beat it"
Swizz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either
You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you
And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper
Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether
[Interlude]
Oh shit!
You purple dickie wearing durag
Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing nigga
[Verse 3]
I say, come on with your soft ass, all you niggas all trash
Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga that's a small tab
I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad
This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash
That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it
But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving
Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches
Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious
Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches
And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences
Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly
Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby
Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby
Just to Worldstar you and do you just like
Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin
That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring
Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show
Shit you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low
And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow
You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know
[Verse 4]
You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing
And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming
Rapping for a longtime, nigga you ain't got nothing
You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga stop fronting
Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie
Fuck happened to you?
You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard
Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard
Nigga I was broke then, now I got Black Card
Your career maxed out, you're shit like mac card
Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga
And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga
[Outro]
Couple months we at the funeral
I swear to God that shit was beautiful
Five x t's, durag's, the usual
Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what they do to you"
And this shit called "Kendrick You Next"
I'm just on some shit this time, everybody get it
You say my name, I give you a thousand
Just that simple...
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