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letra de you're all welcome - donny goines

[verse 1]
king of new york, you can have that
dig ya grave next to biggie, take a nap nap
little goofy motherf-cker in a backpack
paying for all the hashtags, clever marketing that’s fact
you brought his album get your cash back
let me enlighten you all with a flashback
see he’s the little freshman that could
jay took his spot a year ago that lesson was good
put the fuel to fire, gave him true desire, dude a writer (true)
dre gave him a shot, only thing to do was fire (cool)
see i ain’t hatin this a–whippin is love
the problem with lil n-ggas is lil n-ggas get buzz
then lil n-ggas get dumb, then lil n-ggas get snuffed
he from compton, i could turn this lil n-gga ta blood
but i’d rather give lil n-gga a hug
og donny johnson, lil n-gga is cuz

[verse 2]
he gonna get this work, but i’ll save it for the 3rd round
ain’t gotta finish a verse, i could put him in a he-rs- now
every lyric’s bezerk, couldn’t beat with my worst style
“lawd have mercy” let me take him to church now
turn this top dawg to a poodle, i’ll school you, boy q the voodoo
remove you, pull he soul from his abs, rock him out his jay’s (who you)
in my opinion you’re boring, ya voice annoying
the point is, was disappointed (the media hyped you up)
if you a t-tan i’m perseus, when i’m writing, exciting, inciting
riots of violence, when i’m rhyming (what)
oh he the king, i get it now
ok rodney bless him wit a fitted crown
find his crown, sit him down
would tell him listen but take a look at his picture now
heavy lies the head, you know he rest, little n-gga bow
maybe you don’t but that’s shakesphere
i guess kendrick oth-llo so get the name’s clear

[verse 3]
kendrick, kendrick, i don’t want your friendship
don’t need a feature, wouldn’t pay for a sentence
f— a record deal and i don’t want attention
all i really want is to teach the people a lesson
f— new york i’ll save you the trouble, ain’t hating i love you
hoping this spanking’ll humble you down
shooting for stars and shooting at stars hand and hand
ampersand, the pressure of press, the demand of fans
i ain’t trying ta change ya, just hip ya to game
to make the transition, from the streets to the fame
you are no biggie, tenth of an eminem
lower case to big l, mini pun, let’s settle it
ya clan far from wu-tang and you not a 2pac
maybe a fourth of jay z, ya fans labeled you dot
subpar to nasir, outcl-ssed by outkast
no ugk, nwa, doubt that
you can’t even keep up with slaughterhouse
do me a favor take off your daughter’s blouse, little n-gga

- donny goines

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