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control (kendrick lamar response) - jag lyrics

[verse 1: chubby jag]
i’m getting chicken, sh-t is gravy holmes
happy when they play you, been struggling
sh-t been crazy holmes, come from where they wet you
it’s like welcome to the navy holmes, f-ck the drama
do it for my mama, my say-tees on
from now on, it’s just
f-ck you, pay me holmes
riding round, no tint
waving cause i’m wavy holmes, west adams
roc nation like it’s jay-z holmes
flat top, suited like a muslim from the 80’s holmes
yea, i’ve been balling like mcgrady holmes
finally got a jewelry connect, and i put my lady on
too much talent, haters feel like jesus made me wrong
spitting, got us chasing this chicken until we crazy on
chubby, a n-gga dreaming bout plenty chips
so fly, b-tches call me the jet, i’m kenny smith
porch n-gga, f-ck around and took plenty trips
south central gymnastics, we done made plenty flips
swear this white got us st-tched like rotten leather
swear this henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
the energizer keep going, me stopping never
rappers hit me just to find out if they’ve gotten better
stupid n-ggas mad, the sh-t i’m dropping clever
fans call me the chief, it’s like i’m rocking feathers
chubby, yea i’m schooling with no tuition plan
flat top k!lling, they calling me demolition man
no wesley, balling no espy
feeling nice, tony(?) over ice, no gretzky
i bag heat, he can get it wet like a jet ski
hood n-gga, fab sh-t
tell them n-ggas arrest me
this rap sh-t serious, i’m feeling like a joke
bills got a n-gga stressed out, i’m feeling like a smoke
i get so much p-ssy, i be turning b-tches down
every time i turn around, they got me feeling like the pope
d-mn, don’t try to mention n-ggas cause i f-cking grilled them
now promoters breaking bread like the f-cking pilgrims
and really, i’m saying the same sh-t that kendrick say
every rapper dead that i know, not even kendrick safe
i know some rappers now, that hope a n-gga f-cking stop
bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my f-cking socks
all we know is molly, kush, lean, f-cking rock
hustle till we die, all my n-ggas on the f-cking block
at 13, n-gga had his first f-cking glock
had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
and last n-gga i dissed, holmes still quiet
cause we the ones that win a case and n-gga still riot
pigs tell us that we can’t, and n-ggas still try it
hustle man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
i get weight off, chubby n-gga real diet
og’s stanking through the box, a n-gga still fly it
yea, if he pac then who am i, i got the whip
the tool inside, cause lyrically it’s suicide
on my old school twista sh-t, hear me do-or-die
you the greatest you alive, just be happy you alive
i just can’t, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
so let’s get up, set up somebody sent you to die
real sh-t, real spit
i’m lyrically scaring vets, i’ve been k!lling with that real sh-t
k!lling them arrnets (?), got a bag p-ss
i took the garbage out, glad bag
i put a number on your name like a hashtag
i drive by, and i pop out with the uzi n-gga
show you boyz n’ tha hood ain’t just a movie n-gga
i be in n.y like a king to, even got some og’s
i swear i do my thing to, money got me pimping
i ain’t tripping, bring your thing through
all my n-ggas here, and we gon’ f-ck her till that thing through
if he nas, then i must be biggie in 93′
whatever n-gga said, i’m all that times 3
it’s f-cking murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
trying to battle with your sh-t, and you getting them rhymes beat
chubby

- jag lyrics

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