Following a four-year hiatus since his last album, DAMN. dropped in 2017, Kendrick Lamar is officially on the comeback trail with his upcoming Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers scheduled for release on May 13.
With a hype cycle that included one of the best guest verses of 2021 on “Family Ties” and a historic Super Bowl halftime show Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Eminem, 50 Cent, Mary J. Blige and Anderson .Paak, all eyes are now on K.Dot.
To celebrate the return of one of the best rappers alive, we’ve compiled a list of the best Kendrick Lamar guest verses. From his early scene-stealing performance on Game’s “The City” to the online phenomenon that was “Control,” we rank the best features K.Dot has ever dropped.
22. Rich the Kid – “New Freezer”
Album: The World Is Yours
Released: September 26, 2017
Producer: Ben Jayne
Big shot (hol' up, wait) Peanut butter insides (No) Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles) Rule of the day, get a view every day Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day Get a clip with a plan, give a jewel every day I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance I Milly Rock when I get that advance How can I shop with like 64 Ms? Talkin' to Top about business again He want a lot with new Bentleys again I want some top from like two sets of twins Twinnie twin twins, yeah, yeah Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah (Hol' up) switch (hol' up), she won't end, yeah, yeah Ball 'em in, fallin' in bundles of flowers like parliament Never know, big dawg like ours
21. Ab-Soul – “ILLuminate”
Album: Control System
Released: May 11, 2012
Producer: Skhye Hutch
Time and time, I drop line for line but only time will tell If I ever go Columbine and cop thirty 9s and cock back and kill See, the truth is they wanna know How close me, Dre, and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this To beat 2Pac, but truth, I give two shits 'Bout expectations or critics hatin' Shit, I just put Moms on vacation Bitch, you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the mothafuckin' king dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness, the Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tint like Kinte Kunta Black is back, bitch, I'm kin to Kunta Black-on-black crime resent the shooter Blat, blat, blat! I intend to mute ya Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game, so please don't ask me about no pressure Bitch, with the grip of my fingertip I can hold this coast together
20. Isaiah Rashad – “Wat’s Wrong”
Album: The Sun’s Tirade
Released: September 2, 2016
Producer: D. Sanders, Al B. Smoov
How many souls do you touch a day? How many hoes do you fuck a day? How many flows do your thought convey? How many know you can't walk away? Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in I kick back with kick do' Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real? Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms Crazy, my other show went to my mom 'n' 'em My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son Do you believe that Black man is our sun? I made enough residuals to hide some I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some I told Zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty-five Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me I proceed my last check in proceeds To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs The word, to give the life we live as I get...
19. Travis Scott – “Goosebumps”
Album: Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight
Released: December 13, 2016
Producer: Cardo, Yung Exclusive, Cubeatz, Mike Dean
Uh, I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my I want a green light, I wanna be like I wanna press my line, yeah I wanna take that ride, yeah I'm gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my— Mama dearest, spare your feelings I'm relivin' moments, peelin' more residual I can buy the buildin', burn the buildin' Take your bitch, rebuild the buildin' just to fuck some more I can justify my love for ya And touch the sky for God to stop debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal (Ayy) Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for Peter Piper picked a pepper So I could pick your brain and put your heart together We depart the shady parts and party hard The diamonds yours, the coupe forever My best shot just might shoot forever like (Brr)
18. Jay Rock – “Wow Freestyle”
Album: Redemption
Released: June 15, 2018
Producer: Hit-Boy, G Dav
Cap on, and I got racks on Spend four nights in a country I like Then take my rich ass back home Glow so bright, I could make moonlight See this ain't like your pheromones Blew one, big gun, baritone Who won? We won, yeah, holmes We old school like Capitol My old school made doctor note My old school made hard knock Black on black, my coupe and strap I ain't ballin' on the hard top, I told y'all to call Top Now my number call blocked, I don't miss, I call shot Hold up, yeah, cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on) And I produce that diesel, I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy) Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you, you ain't got backbone (You ain't got, hold up) I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase, whoa This so fuckin' dope, I might catch a fed case, whoa You ain't gettin' money, nigga, then you dead weight, whoa Got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate, whoa We go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe, whoa
17. Dr. Dre – “Darkside / Gone”
Album: Compton
Released: August 7, 2015
Producer: Dr. Dre, D.R.U.G.S. Beats
You look at my lifestyle I'm living my life now I'm dealing with diligent Benjamin How come my attitude piped down? I'm fucking with Ice now I'm fucking with shit that you only can get On an oversea flight now You scared of my heights now But still, I got enemies giving me energy I wanna fight now Subliminal, sending me all of this hate I thought I was holding the mic down I thought I was holding my city up I thought I was good in the media You think I'm too hood in my video? But really, no clue, you idiot I just can't help myself Even when that record spin Every now and then, you hang yourself 'Cause I got the green and gold (With a million sold) Plus plenty more, (and my dollar thicker) But with or without the diamonds, though (To you) I'm just another (Nigga!)
16. ScHoolboy Q – “Collard Greens”
Album: Oxymoron
Released: June 11, 2013
Producer: THC, Gwen Bunn
Hold up, biatch! This yo' favorite song Translation: Ven aquí, mami, ese culo Tu quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me desespero Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron Let's get it – nights like this, I'm a knight like this Sword in my hand, I fight like this And I'm more than a man, I'm a god Bitch, touché, en garde Toupée drop and her two tits pop Out of that tank top and bra And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot She want some more of this I give her more of this, I owe her this In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, on forgis I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this And focus, and slow it down Alright, let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your optics poppin' out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steerin', ah!
15. Future – “Mask Off (Remix)”
Album: FUTURE
Released: April 18, 2017
Producer: Metro Boomin
Uh, I got a halo I level up every time God say so Shooter on payroll Lookin' like Pancho, lookin' like Pedro Money tree from Tarzan Ten dividends gon' grow when I say "grow" Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch Ain't no penny that I don't touch All my enemy bite on dust Ain't no talkin' when it's fatal Havin' heart, I can't tell (Wait) Half of y'all might need help (Wait) I might fall in Rodeo (Bitch) I might ball in Australia (Say no more) I might call her for real (Say no more) All the ass gon' unveil Wind blows in the windows and I snuck in when the vent close She copy like 10-4, know who we sent for Platinum, platinum, platinum Gotta look at self and ask what happened How y'all let a conscious nigga go commercial While only makin' conscious albums? How y'all let the braids on TV? How y'all let the hood at the table? Now y'all don't even know how to rate him Niggas lookin' like I'm a Create-A-Player Everybody who didn't pay respect Gotta 'fess up now and pay ya debts Gotta lay somethin' down if makin' threats Gotta say somethin' now, don't hold ya breath I mean, I'm floatin', I got the sauce, got the potion I got 'em all in convulsions and emotions I put careers in negotions and put the body in the ocean I made an oath when my nigga told me to go in Then he died on a cold bench All my old friends livin' life on a slow end Gotta keep shit rollin', it's deep (It's deep) I done fucked so much, I can't sleep I done fucked so much, I'm retired (Swear to God) I'm 'bout to live my life through Dave Free (Swear to God) She said she broke down when Prince died (It's alright) Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (I am Prince) Get your ass up and be inspired (Get inspired) You know how many bodies in the street? (How many?) Take the mask off so you can see
14. Nipsey Hussle – “Dedication”
Album: Victory Lap
Released: February 13, 2018
Producer: Mike & Keys, Rance, Mars, Stylez
I spent my whole life thinkin' out the box Boxin' homies three-on-one, got DP'ed but I ain't drop Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block They blurped on me, said I ran a stop sign but that's a lie I spent my whole life starin' at the stage Playin' Sega, daddy smokin' sherm, mama playin' spades Catchin' vapors, grandma said I'd get some Jordans for my grades That's my baby, when she died my heart broke a hundred ways I spent my whole life tryna make it, tryna chase it The cycle of a black man divided, tryna break it You take a loss? Shit, don't cry about it, just embrace it Minor setback for major comeback, that's my favorite My nigga L said, "You do a song with Nip, K. Dot, he a better Crip" I said, "He a man first, you hear the words out his lips About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?" Level four, yard livin', given to false imprisonment Listen close, my nigga It's bigger than deuces and fours, my nigga Since elementary we close, my nigga, yeah, straight like that I give you the game, go back to the turf and give it right back For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Am's I'm at the premiere politickin' with Top, Nip, and Snoop Damn, Pac watchin' the way we grew, from dedication
13. Tech N9ne – “Fragile”
Album: Something Else
Released: July 17, 2013
Producer: ¡Mayday!, Daniel “Keys” Perez, Ralfy “FAFA” Valencia
Tell me that I'm famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus Tell me that your anus got your head in it I can smell the articles and know you're heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin' On this pen, on this pad Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track Stop... Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop... This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin' and abusin' What I call the realest comin' from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin' That was nicotine, I'm bout to smoke 'em all And journalists involved should've known my music
12. Fredo Santana – “Jealous”
Album: Trappin’ Ain’t Dead
Released: November 20, 2013
Producer: Tarentino
If you know me then you know Nigga, Chi-town like my second home I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone "Nigga, I can't talk right now, gnom-gnom-gnom-gnom Got pussy on my tongue." I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother Shit is fucked up on these streets Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef? Nigga, I got bigger fish to fry now Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep (8-8-8-808 Mafia) Where's my bottle? Money change and people change And people come and people go and act estranged I'm aggravated 'cause they hated Confirmation for success anticipated I can taste it, I can chase it back down with liquor I could drown out my sorrows But I ain't a sorry-ass nigga Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back back back Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack Bitch, I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good? Heard someone said— (8-8-8-808 Mafia)
11. A$AP Rocky – “1 Train”
Album: Long. Live. ASAP
Released: January 15, 2013
Producer: Hit-Boy
We outlawed, then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo, doo," I hate y'all When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!" Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9s on That banana clip, straight from the rip I'll make that shirt say R.I.P., I'm on some shit If I'm not the hottest then Hell must have froze over You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was I carry traits of a traumatized soldier Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed to Darts at your posters, dark nights like this I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
10. Flying Lotus – “Never Catch Me”
Album: You’re Dead!
Released: October 6, 2014
Producer: Flying Lotus
I can see the darkness in me and it's quite amazing Life and death is no mystery and I wanna taste it Step inside of my mind and you'll find curiosity, animosity High philosophy, hyper prophesied meditation Reminisce on my wonder years and I wonder here Sentiments of my words ain't been so sincere The sentiment of my nerves that I just persevere The big thought of fallin' off disappeared to my fate They say that Heaven's real Analyze my demise, I say I'm super anxious Recognize I deprive this feeling and then I embrace it Vandalizing these walls only if they could talk Conversations won't contemplate to my dark thoughts Lookin' down on my soul now, tell me I'm in control now Tell me I can live long and I can live wrong and I can live right And I can sing song and I can unite the you that I love You that I like, look at my life and tell me I fight This that final destination, this that find some information This that find some inspiration, this that crack, the installation This that quantum jump and that fist pump and that bomb detonation Please don't bomb my nation, embalming fluid waiting I got mind control when I'm here, you gon' hate me when I'm gone Ain't no blood pumpin' no fear, I got hope inside of my bones This that life beyond your own life, this ain't physical for mankind This that out-of-body experience, no coincidence you been died Bitch, you're dead!
9. Kanye West – “No More Parties in LA”
Album: The Life of Pablo
Released: January 18, 2016
Producer: Kanye West, Madlib
It was more than soft porn for the K-Man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Uhm—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me—well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl in North Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said baby, "Spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards" You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good, though; the head still good, though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy"
8. Danny Brown – “Really Doe”
Album: Atrocity Exhibition
Released: September 20, 2016
Producer: Black Milk
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand Things a nigga do for thousands Made a million counting sheep Gave it all to public housin' Taking off to Abu Dhabi Beamin' up the motor, Scotty Talking to promoters, Scotty Everybody know it's Gotti Murder one, you've heard of them The rev undid, the all day madness Got it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress Big power, big stages My zoo cannot fit the cages This booth is not used to fakin' My crew just love confrontation I chewed the face off the laces I moved the weight from the waitress I chef the pot that made poison I cooked then kicked all the patients My bitch is way beyond basic That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance Ayy, look what we're enduring Ayy, ridin' in foreigns Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch But it's the real watch and that bitch fire Speed Racer waitin' outside The roof on it like a tank top Countin' money, watchin' paint dry When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh
7. Dr. Dre – “Deep Water”
Album: Compton
Released: August 7, 2015
Producer: Focus…, Cardiak, DJ Dahi, Dem Jointz, Dr. Dre
Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle Mixin' that with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem Wasn't thinking 'bout no rapping, I was juuging for a dollar Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla No policing me, I got the beast in me, I gotta holla Keep the decency and make them TNT my product I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer Inner city bullet flyin' 'til that bitch on auto pilot Ah, shit! I don't give a fuck about your whereabouts All I care about is wearing out your area And airing out your upper body When I catch ya walking out your parents' house (Don't get it fucked up!) Homie got fucked up Tryna park his tour bus, not knowing what's what Or who's who, living in the L.A. County zoo Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof! Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (Boom, boom, boom) I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing (Boom, boom, boom) That's when I realized banging wasn't for everybody Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him They worry him to death, but he no vegetarian The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than A great white, nigga, this is life in my aquarium
6. DJ Khaled – “Holy Key”
Album: Major Key
Released: July 22, 2016
Producer: Cool & Dre
Everything I touch may disintegrate into dust (uh huh) Everything I trust may dishonor me in disgust (come on) Everything is everything, affidavits and wedding rings Out for blood on my higher horse, I report what it was I don't wear crosses no more, Yeshua's coming back I ain't scared of losses no more, I see life in that I don't resonate with the concept of love and hate Cause your perspective is less effective and rather fake The universe and the heavens work in my DNA Kendrick said "Fuck Mother Earth," that's PSA The land of the wicked, the foundation of Lucifer's spirit Walking zombies and spellcatchers, I pray for forgiveness Uncle Bobby and Paul June is lost again The underworld and the fourth dimension, my family's in The big money, the fast cars, my life produced The blocks I connected while re-building this Rubik's cube So what you look up to? Fame and fortune, bitches, Porsches Sources with designer thing Brand endorsement joining forces with sorcerers signing me Law enforcement their forces, tortures us with violent speed Fuck your boss's employment my joy is to see all you bleed Two new Royce's with choices of color my desire need Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee Flesh and poison the point is the reason You won't die in peace Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally I destroy and divorce what you eating, don't you hire me Tape recording my voices and tweak it Let's play hide and seek War distortion and forfeit this evening, you should try at least I'm restoring the portrait of feasting, nigga, I am beast I don't like to sleep, I'm up like coyote, I might OD Hair like ODB, I'm off a higher need Khaled is valid, I been looking for inspiration But when you the only king, you the only one in the matrix
5. Baby Keem – “Family Ties”
Album: The Melodic Blue
Released: August 27, 2021
Producer: Baby Keem, Cardo, Outtatown, Roselilah, Deats, Jasper Harris Frankie Bash
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE Don't you address me unless it's with four letters I thought you'd known better I been duckin' the pandemic, I been—, social gimmicks I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah I'm not a trending topic, I'm a— Hold on, y'all niggas playin' with me, man I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE Don't you address me unless it's with four letters Bitch, I thought you'd known better I been duckin' the pandemic, I been duckin' the social gimmicks I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah I'm not a trending topic, I'm a prophet I answer to Metatron and Gabriel Bitch, looking for a better me I am a legacy, I come from the seventy The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy Soon as I press that button Nigga better get right like the ambulance comin' Us two on a light, Keem been through nothin' Dave Free got at least one B in the oven I'm trippin', I'm juugin', my mental is amazing, brother Pop off, only on occasions, brother Rich nigga, momma know I made it, brother Go figure, never caught cases, brother Face it, brother, gracious brother New flows comin', be patient, brother Show my ass and take y'all to class I can multitask like Megan, brother 2021, I ain't takin' no prisoner Last year, y'all fucked up all the listener Who went platinum? I call that a visitor Who the fuck backin' 'em? All been falsified The facts mean this a vaccine and the game need me to survive The Elohim, the rebirth Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, bitch Smokin' on top fives Motherfuck that album, fuck that single Burn that hard drive (Burn that shit) Ain't nobody safe When I come up killin' everybody that's outside (Who you with?) Yeah, Kanye changed his life But me, I'm still an old-school Gemini (Lil' bitch) Let me jump in this bitch
4. The Game – “The City”
Album: The R.E.D. Album
Released: August 23, 2011
Producer: Cool & Dre
Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burnin' when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright, ‘cause I want that shot I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For the record, I'ma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'ma tie a knot on a downtown buildin' Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga, fuck your feelings, this is me Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant And the coupe tinted, got pulled over Johnny always lock a nigga down, knowin' damn well We don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size Ride like Pac in his prime; Thug Life is now on radar 'Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscin' when the L.A. Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickridin' I'm addicted to Westsidin' Livin' in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turned me to a lion Tryin'… and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city where a nigga hadn't seen that shit "Compton!" – a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never TV-screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit Now everybody sing that shit!
3. Lil Wayne – “Mona Lisa”
Album: Tha Carter V
Released: September 28, 2018
Producer: Infamous, Onhel
Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow (Mona Lisa) Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the mornin' to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughin', I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'bout a motherfuckin' double standard, actin' Fuckin' on another nigga, that's a negative alone, but you sucked his dick? That's just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!) Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews, I don't know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what? I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress, I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy, I'm killin' myself
2. Big Sean – “Control”
Album: N/A
Released: August 14, 2013
Producer: No I.D.
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line them up And bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kids I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle 'em both The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs! Fuck y'all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts! Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West, West, West, West, West, West) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties Playin' with Barbies Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it! I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis You can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' me? Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you niggas Climbin' 100 mil in front of me And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time 'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas Eminem, André 3000; the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land With the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic leg Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread West Coast
1. Pusha T – “Nosetalgia”
Album: My Name Is My Name
Released: October 7, 2013
Producer: Nottz, Kanye West, The Twilite Tone (add.)
You wanna see a dead body? Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party Trouble's on my mind I still smell crime, my little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis Either that or my auntie was stealing it Hit the pipe and start feeling it Ooh, wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise, please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter" He said, "Son, how come you think you be my connect?" I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect" He said, "Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense" Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick Your son dope, nigga! Now reap what you sowed, nigga! (Please reap what you sowed, nigga) I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession Let's get it
