Lyrics

[Intro] Greetings people You're now rockin' with the best Hub City's Threat, Minor of the Year, K.Dot I know the hood's been waitin', right? But I'ma stop being stingy I'ma share with y'all Uh, uh [Verse] Whoever thought young Kendrick would spit so ignorant? Make street disciples go and get a membership Streets revival like Creflo Dollar hustlin' on the strip This is church Advise you to purchase it or copy the worst Y'all rhyme sloppy, I rhyme properly I jam-pack Monopoly dollars by puttin' a hundred percent in every verse Add 10 percent more, and what do you get? A skinny nigga manipulatin' the innocent I have no sense, ever since the Rodney King riots Mind militant, nigga, don't try it Try to hold the peace, for I promote violence Y'all don't rap, y'all make a lotta noise like sirens So I'm here to shut shit down The four pound decorate your city, makeover your town I'm not Diddy, but still a bad boy 'til the reaper come get me Follow me now Where no man has stepped, no man has repped No man can withstand all the nights I've slept Under my sheets, no life, thinkin' 'bout death Fuckin' with me, you just might lose your breath I'll take you to them pearly gates, them golden streets Plus a cute little casket where your body can sleep The Hub City shit is me, ha [Outro] Do you believe? It's Kendrick the God Uh