• • • • I got a

bone to pick

I don't want you

monkey mouth

motherf**kers sittin'

in my throne again

I'm mad

but I ain't stressin'

True friends

one question

Bitch, where you

when I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

Kunta, black man

takin' no losses

Bitch, where you when

I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

When you got the yams

The yam is the

power that be

You can smell it

when I'm walkin'

down the street

I can dig rappin'

but a rapper with

a ghost writer

What the f**k happened

I swore I

wouldn't tell

but most of y'all

sharin' bars like you

got the bottom bunk

in a two man cell

Somethin's in the water

and if I gotta

brown nose

for some gold

then I'd rather be

a bum than a

motherf**kin' baller

Bitch, where you

when I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

Kunta, black man

takin' no losses

Bitch, where you when

I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

When you got the yams

The yam brought it

out of Richard Pryor

Manipulated Bill

Clinton with desires

Twenty four seven

Three sixty five

days times two

I was contemplatin'

gettin' on stage

just to get back

to the hood

see my enemy and say

bitch, where you

when I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

Kunta, black man

takin' no losses

Bitch, where you when

I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

I was gonna kill

a couple rappers

but they did

it to themselves

Everybody's suicidal

they don't even

need my help

This shit is elementary

I'll probably go to jail

If I shoot at your

identity and bounce

to the left

Stuck a flag in my city

everybody's screamin'

Compton, I should

probably run for Mayor

when I'm done

to be honest

and I could put it

on my Mama and

my baby boo too

Twenty million walkin'

out the court

buildin', whoo, whoo

Ah yeah, f**k the judge

I made it past

twenty five

and there I was

A little nappy

headed nigga with

the world behind him

Life ain't shit

but a fat vagina

Screamin' Annie

are you okay

Annie are you okay

Limo tinted with

the gold plates

Straight from

the bottom

to the belly

of the beast

From a peasant to a

prince to a

motherf**kin' king

Bitch, where was

you when I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

King Kunta

Black man takin'

no losses

Bitch, where was you

when I was walkin'

Now I run the game

got the whole

world talkin'

King Kunta

Everybody wanna cut

the legs off him

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• • • • I remember you

was conflicted

Misusin' your influence