[Verse 1]
Tell Kendrick and TDE they need to lay off the PCP
Far from the king, this is the city of BDP

You'll never be a real west coast artist like Eazy E
You a $#&@ing joke, we laugh at you like hee hee hee
Y'all probably stick !@(*es in each other like Stevie G

I mean Stevie J on that sex tape with E-V-E
Little Sean, Big Sean, let me see ID
Before you rap why you always say B.I.G.?

You ain't Biggie, you can D-I-E
Every time I hear you you're getting cornier like your E-Y-E
Back when we was slaves they used to cut off our balls

Then stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls
Modern day slavery, now they put us in jail
A bunch of men in cells away from the females

This wasn't done just because the color of skin
This was done cause they never wanted us to be men
Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, they all act feminine

Wear a lot of clothes you usually see women in
So the mainstream America finds it interesting
Push 'em up to the forefront, they positioning

You never made it cause you bringing lyrics in
Singing like a lady, you get away with murder, you George Zimmerman
What I'm stating is facts, grams

You only blew up cause you contributed to the feminization of the black man
Wolves on you, time to get rid of these crap rappers
Wolfpack on your back, you really a backpacker

Kendrick Lamar - where's your last name rap !@$(?
You got two first names, your mama was $$# backwards
Always make gun sounds in your songs like ''dew dew dew''

Sounds like a gun out of Star Wars: R2D2
You gassed up, you thought you could just creep upon
The MTV interview that TI was freaking on

You tried to hug her, she pushed off like ''keep your arm''
I've seen that footage when you got curved by Nia Long
Good kid, mad city - you know nothing about the trap

On your album cover you sat on another man's lap
They looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana Ross
Only person in the flip with no shirt - damn it boss

But when they molest you did you have your pamper off?
Baby bottle right there on the table, that right there was yours
A Muslim who eat pork, that's not peace

Bust your chopper's head off and put it to the east
King of New York, why you ain't say you the king of LA?
You from Compton, scared to death from them ese's

Real Bloods, real Crips - MS-13's
Mexican Mafia, what about them boys from Queens?
They gon' bust and pull it hard right on Sutphin Boulevard

Staten Island catch a homo, get thrown off the Verrazano
Bronx lay your #~!!@ down, do more than just Boogie Down
Harlem they just flossin', dawg, get their Bumpy Johnsonn off

You know about Brooklyn, they gon' bang my G
And they only let you live cause you came with me
Jay Z co-signed you, you was given the torch

Now you think you Big Meech, you must listen to Ross
Catch you slipping in the city, no permission to floss
Kiss your jewelry goodbye, put your lips on your cross

I represent the lowlives, do the %#@! for New York
That's why the little man on my shirt sit on the horse
This rap %#@! gon' be the death of me, I'm driven with force

I'd rather die with a victory than live with a loss
That little (*##$ you $#&@ing told me, why she missing your calls
She said your dick is so little that you piss on your balls

Man, your %#@! sound bougy, I'm loading shots in the Uzi
No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em down like Lil' Boosie
He think it's all good cause Biggie made Juicy

But he should listen to ''Who Shot Ya?'', we bang toolies
Even back then we had hammers under them Coogis
Goonies in front of the corner stores smoking them loosies

Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a #~!!@
My bullets hit em' dead in his cooty come out his booty
'Bout to make a movie on roolie, we keep it Gucci

Bullets in the chamber like judge Mathis and Judy