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kr - lost control (kendrick lamar response) lyrics

[verse]
first off you rap n-ggas don’t put fear in my heart
rip my soul out of my f-cking chest and eat that sh-t with a fork
f-ck b-tches i’m f-cking focused on this game i embark
i thrive, n-ggas get called out then they hide in the dark
you miscellaneous b-tches you p-ssies be out like kittens
i ain’t no contradicting n-gga, who be catchin some feelings over this rap sh-t
critics you can kiss my -ss
fly away with your f-cking neck attached to a helipad
you n-ggas mad that i be spittin’ these mags to k!ll your -ss
you should be glad that i be bold enough to attack all the rappers y’all idolize and look at like gods
all that sh-t’s a facade, eat a rap, n-gga, i got no prob
just to make a hater mad let me talk about joey bad
every time i hear him spit i just sit in the booth and laugh
not saying that he whack, i’m not saying that i’m the best
i just know for a fact that he noticed that i’m a threat
what the f-ck is up?
hit him with a one two and an uppercut
2pac b-tch, 2pac back, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
bishop nehru, kid rebel, macon ham
don’t forget ab, schoolboy q, young sam, that n-gga dillon cooper, and the whole raider klan
c-ssie veggies gotta be my n-gga, but i’m the man
the whole funkvolume, hopsin, swizzzle fish
that n-gga dizzy wright try to blow you all to apocalypse
that n-gga phora, chris travis, it’s everlasting, logic
tryna k!ll all you n-ggas, i promise
i’m tryin’ to knock all you n-ggas off the top spot
i’m tryin’ to body bag all you n-ggas so i could earn my spot
try to respond on this beat back and i’mma murder you
crush you to make every f-cking fan know i wanna f-ck with you
make every blog, site and magazine wanna lose touch with you
k!ll you till your f-cking mommy and daddy stop f-cking loving you
the goon is back with two black straps and an uzzi gat in the back of the [whip?]
takin’ shots at me i’m poppin the clip
your head gone, make it slide off your collar bone
the [time alone?] made me turn violent, there’s no science
my mind is gone, accommodate my loyalty
[?] birth certificate burnin’ this stack of sh-t
you stupid b-tch pitch a ball to your n-ggas throat
hopin’ that n-gga choke or float on white crack until we overdose
make a n-gga stutter “that n-gga kr he do the most”
rollercoasting lyrics straight to the point
no pyramids, my time to stand, bunch of p-ssy n-ggas rappin’ juwanna mann
this chopper blam!
one bullet, n-gga, will take yo’fam
spit mac-11 24/7 cus i go ham
this is not a diss, just sayin’ get on your sh-t
a lot of rappers tryna make it, i’m tryin to make that fit
i ain’t fair with hip hop, no friends in hip hop
if k!lling is what it takes, then i’m murdering nonstop
wussup?

- kr lyrics

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