The Heart Part 4

Album: Not released on an album (2017)
Charted: 61 22
  • Don't tell a lie on me
    I won't tell the truth 'bout you
    Don't tell a lie on me
    I won't tell the truth 'bout you

    Thirty millions later, my future favors
    The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
    Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
    My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
    Pi equals three-fourteen
    The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
    Wait up
    Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin'
    Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
    This seed in this soil is classified
    I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future
    I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
    I done vandalized the industry full circuit
    The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
    Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
    The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
    The more blood pours, but

    Don't tell a lie on me
    I won't tell the truth 'bout you
    Don't tell a lie on me
    I won't tell the truth 'bout you

    My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
    I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
    Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, ya lame
    And when I get at you, homie, don't you just tell me you was just playin'
    Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon
    You know a nigga rock with you, bro
    Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
    Might end up like the last nigga I know
    Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
    I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
    Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
    Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five
    I am the greatest rapper alive"
    So damn great, motherfucker, I've died
    What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
    House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
    A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (facts)
    I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach, nigga
    The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
    Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
    More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere
    I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
    Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
    The whole world goin' mad
    Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash
    Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
    Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
    Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
    Tell 'em that God comin'
    And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
    Electorial votes look like memorial votes
    But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
    It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
    I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
    Oh, when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
    How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
    G Malone big bro, kudos to him
    I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
    Thirty millions later my future favors
    The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
    Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
    You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits
    Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
    And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
    I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back
    'Nother classic, right back
    My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
    With TOC
    You see the flames and my E-Y-E's
    It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
    It's sad, daddy
    My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
    Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
    Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em
    Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
    You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
    Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
    Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
    Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul
    They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel
    Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that)
    Look at my smile, I'm smirking
    Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck)
    So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
    So many verses, I never run out, what?
    You making him nervous, the music is loud
    Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down)
    So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (what else?)
    So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
    My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
    My name is identified as "that king"
    I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit
    A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
    You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
    Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get ya'll shit together

    Let's get it!
    Look look, on foenem Writer/s: Alan Maman, Axel Albert Morgan, Joshua Scruggs, Kendrick Lamar, Khalid Robinson, Terrace Martin, Dacoury Natche
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Royalty Network
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