Taylor Made Freestyle

Killuminati
Dons rise again
You can see it in my eyes again

Kendrick we need ya, the West Coast savior
Engraving your name in some hip-hop history
If you deal with this viciously
You seem a little nervous about all the publicity
Fuck this Canadian lightskin, Dot
We need an undebated West Coast victory, man
Call him a bitch for me

Talk about him liking young girls, that's a gift from me
Heard it on the Budden Podcast, it's gotta be true

They told me the spirit of Makaveli is alive
In the nigga under five-foot five, so it's gotta be you
I would beef the whole fucking game
It was me and Snoop Dogg, have my fucking shirt off in the House of Blues

K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused
All that shit about burning tattooes, he is not amused

That's jail talk for real thugs, you gotta be you

Gotta leave this motherfucker broken and bruised before we really lose
You asked for the smoke, now it seem you too busy for the smoke, I won't lie, the people confused
Now you 'bout to give this shit another week

And fall back to home girl who runnin' numbers up? I woulda refused
Fuck these industry relationships, she not in your shoes

You supposed to be the boogeyman, go do what you do
Unless this is a moment that you tell us this not really you

In that case there's nothing left to say, I just pass it to Snoop

Nephew, what the fuck you really 'bout to do?
We passed you the torch at the House of Blues
And now you got to do some dirty work, you know how to move, right? Right?

I know you never been to jail, or wore jumpsuits and shower shoes

Never shot nobody, never stabbed nobody
Never did nothing violent to no one, it's the homies that empower you

But still, you gotta show this fucking owl who's boss on the West

Now's a time to really make a power move
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Cause right now it's looking like you writing out the game plan on how to lose

How to bark up the wrong tree and then get your head popped in a crowded room

World is watching this chess game, but are you out of moves?

Dot, you know that the D-O-G never fucking doubted you
But right now it seem like you posted up without a clue of what the fuck you 'bout to do

Yeah, unc', that's the truth
I'm definitely 'bout to come around the Lang gang and let my fucking bowel move
Shitting on you niggas from a whole different altitude

High up in the sky like I'm Howard Hughes

The first one really only took me an hour or two
The next one is really 'bout to bring out the coward in you

But now we gotta wait a fucking week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top
And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta approve
This girl really 'bout to make you act like you not in a feud
She tailor-made your schedule with Ant, you out of the loop

Hate all you corporate industry puppets, I'm not in the mood
I love it when you niggas talk loose like I'm not in the room

Since "Like That," your tone changed a little, you not as enthused
How are you not in the booth? It feel like you kinda removed
You tryna let this shit die down, nah, nah, nah
Not this time, nigga, you followin' through
I guess you need another week to figure out how to improve
What the fuck is taking so long? We waitin' on you

The rest of y'all are definitely involved, y'all gettin' it too
Soon as you get the courage to drop, I'm out on the loose, on the loose

Yeah, shoutout to Taylor Swift
Biggest gangster in the music game right now
You know, I moved my album when she dropped
I said that already

You know she 'bout to milli' run through 'em, milly rock on your head top, well

She got the whole pg
Lang on mute like that Beyoncé challenge

Y'all boys quiet for the weekend, like
Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you struggling right now
I know it
In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy

You better have a motherfucking quintuple entendre on that shit
Some shit I don't even understand, like

That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you
Yeah