Grammy Family (Freestyle)

I don't need the hype They call me- fuck it- I don't need no introduction No ad-libing my name 100 times for nothing You already know it's K. Dot, city of Compton Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy, Oakland and 2Pac I'm more focused I'm nothing like you new guys Struggling over a few lines thinking you hot Cause your homey said you you was a few times Which is too many times They lying to you They telling a lie The only time I lie in a booth is when I sleep in it Record 24 hrs, you niggas better get your bars up I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs I threw away the key My cool is on, she love my A/C My juice is on, and I wish one of y'all try to rob me I shoot, and how have you laying between the sheets with the eyes leased I push the coupe like a high speed The helicopters come and realize that nothing's behind me is behind me Your honor, I fuck over this beat with no condom This ain't rap it's really a porno re-winded back Finally the finest of 'em all is back To define the laws of crack Y'all don't obey Y'all ain't nice, y'all just OK You're nothing more than a little John phrase I'm Mike Jordan in his prime Modern day Issac Hayes Theme song to Shaft Equivalent to the theme song to your career Study my craft You ignorant: I do it without a pen and pad Just inspiration: something you never had If my pockets is something you trying to grab I pull out the rocket and peel you back like scab You old news You old dudes get out of my way Let the young boy come through; don't mention my age I'm on a mission for pay And you astronaut niggas just crowding my space You not in my atmosphere You can act like you here But actually you ain't accurate fucker with this music biz The industry like, "Fuck it, let the music be his" No theme park I'm not trying to amuse you kids Small shark Jaws is here Jump in the water Do he really fuck with President Carter? My reply is that I can't stay away from the bosses Had the bidding war popping like an auction Nine or 10 labels like what he hitting for? 7 zeros or more? Remember having Aftermath sitting on my porch But money was barricading my door, I couldn't open it Money on my passenger side, now who you rolling with? Black diamonds Not no rose-gold shit Teamed up with Watt's finest Jay-Rock won't you avalanche these niggas so I can rock-climb 'em? (Jay Rock: Give me a minute my nigga let me go find 'em) Bring 'em back to me The 5'6" rap bully is back for the first time killing you niggas I hope you got nine lives It's not Nas or Jigga But where Jigga left off that is where I pick up I got them holding their breath without having no hiccups Screaming, "Fuck the world" with a capital F Real niggas: we the last ones left MY NIGGA I raise the bar for rapping the West So have your shit up to par if you rep for the West Cause you see homeboy, we ain't getting respect So we got to get it back Take it back To the Jheri curls And the Raider caps My khakis on Address the issue in my last three songs Man, Game know about you West Coast clones And nigga we hate twins Put some change on it, see if it makes sense, ya know I got to be the new breed top 5 minus 4 That's number one Cause second is the first loser Don't beef with me homey, if you want your future Rap ain't promised You might think it's slamming right But look at Onyx They ain't too tight Interscope consults it: look at Suge Knight I'm trying to get money like the Oasis If you ain't on the same shit like my gold D's Keep rolling I keep rolling Never stop Top Dawg Entertainment: Presents K-Dot