Kendrick You Next

So, okay, you want to see some macho

Shit? I'm the most macho

Nigga out here i'm the most

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

Take money! Yeah! Take money! Haha

Unh!

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 tees, fake Mikes

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

And I ain't got time for this shit

Let me get another one

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

Ca-ssidy! 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

One Swizzy's designing 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!"

Oh shit! You purple-dickie wearing-

Durag-, over-sized fitted-

Fake Air 1-wearing nigga!

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 hurs

This gon' make his dog mad

'Cause 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 it's 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, whoa!

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 long time, 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

Your shit like a MAC card

Easy, nigga, I talk greasy, nigga

And I'mma stunt on Instagram

Just to tease you, nigga

Couple months we at the funeral

I swear to God that shit was beautiful

Five-X tees, durag's, the usual

Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what

They do to you?" OH!

And this shit called "Kendrick You Next"

I'm just on some shit this time around

Everybody get it

You say my name, I give you a thousand

It's just that simple

Meek Milly! Enuff, what up?