Greetings people
Youíre now rockiní with the best
Hub Cityís threat
Minor of the year
I know the hoodís been waitiní, right
Iímma stop being stingy
Iímma share with yíall

[Verse 1]
Whoever thought young Kendrick would spit so ignorant
Make street disciples go and get a membership
Streets revival like Creflo Dollar hustliní on the strip
This is church
Advise you to purchase it or copy the worst
Yíall rhymes sloppy, I rhyme properly
I jam pack Monopoly dollars by puttiní 100% in every verse
Add 10% more and what to you get
A skinny nigga manipulatiní the innocent
I have no sense, ever since the Rodney King riots
Mind militant, nigga donít try it
Try to hold the peace, for I promote violence
Yíall donít rap
Yíall make a lotta noise like sirens
So Iím here to shut shit down
The four pound decorate your city
Make over your town
Iím not Diddy, but still a bad boy
ĎTil the reaper come get me, follow me now
Where no man has stepped, no man has repped
No man can withstand all the nights Iíve slept
Under my sheets, no life, thinkiní íbout death
Fuckiní with me, you just might lose your breath
Iíll take you to them pearly gates
Them golden streets
Plus a cute little casket so your body can sleep
The Hub City shit is me

Do you believe
Itís Kendrick the God

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