The Heart Part 4

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The heart part 4

don’t tell me a lie
I won’t tell the truth about you
don’t tell me a lie
I won’t tell the truth about you

[Verse 1]
Thirty million later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior

Travel around the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift

I’ve been devoted to shit wads of paper
Pi is equal to three fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing

Wait, lampin’ in Jamaica
The clouds are spinning, my thoughts are spinning

Burning castor oil, yo I was determined to make money
This seed in this soil is classified
I am satisfied when I strategize for my child’s future

I’m not sanctified enough to say I won’t shoot you
I vandalized the entire industry circuit
The most slash thirsty nigga you know against that
The foam of a land that transcends two surfaces

The poorer the rich, the bigger the picture
The more the blood flows, but—

don’t tell me a lie
I won’t tell the truth about you
don’t tell me a lie
I won’t tell the truth about you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to be your punk-ass son
And crush all that little shit
I’ll Big Pun your punk-ass, you a scared little bitch

Tiptoe around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get to you, homie
Don’t just tell me you were just playing
“Oh, I was just playing, K-Dot
Come on, you know a rock nigga with you, bro

Shut the fuck up, you talkin’ 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 accelerator, my head on the floor
Hoppin’ before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll

Shout, “One, two, three, four, five
I’m the greatest living rapper”
So awesome, motherfucker, I’m dead
What you hear now is a paranormal vibe

House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m always on hand, nigga (Facts)

I’m fresh out the water, I’m about to break through, nigga
The five foot giant woke up from his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, my cars, my lears
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear – fuck you, sincere
I heard the whispers, I bent the whispers

You know what the risk is
Grounded in ditches, your body gets stiff again

The whole world has gone mad
Bodies are adding up, the market is about to crash
Niggas fake rich, bitches fake bad
Blacks acting white, whites dabbing

Donald Trump is an idiot
Know how we feel, punk, tell him God is coming

And Russia needs a replay button, you up to something
Electoral votes look like memorial votes
But the truth of America don’t ignore the votes

This is blasphemy, how many will explode for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me

But when shit gets crazy, don’t ask me
How many leaders are gonna tell you the truth after me?

G Malone, big brother, kudos to him
I was two O’s from an M, trying to be big like Em
Thirty million later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior

Salmon and capers, glory and trial
You look at me in Chucks, I look at all the suits
Me and Top Dawg play rock-paper-scissors in court
A real scammer loses money just to get more

Said that’s it, dropped a classic, came right back
‘Another classic, back
My next album, the whole industry on an ice floe
With TOC, you see the flames
In my EY-E, it’s not a game

And the whole world is going crazy, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go get yourself a bag, daddy

Lee Baca on trial tries to represent a boxer
Beat my niggas while the COs watch it

Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory guarantee you
Just know the next game played, I might slap you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They kick me out, you throw in the towel

Look at the crowd, they— (No, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smiling
Quiet but urgent (That’s not the fucking style!)
So many verses, you live in denial (Damn!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)

You make him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit down punk-ass!
(Sit punk-ass down)

So that means you’re no bigger than rap (What else?)
So that means it’s no longer possible to play the background scenes (What else?)

My place is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “This King”
I’ll let you worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between achievements and astonishments

You know what time it is, ante up, it’s forever
You have until April 7 to get together.

Let’s get it!
Look look!
On foenem

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