Roll Call

[Intro]

Everything happen on earth, everything happen on earth, showed (This should be played at high volume)

Everything happen on earth, everything happen on earth, showed (Preferably in a residential area)

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't-

[Verse 1]

I'm willin' to die for this shit

I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit

Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit

D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy

I been stompеd out in front of my mama

My daddy commissary made it to commas

Bitch, all my grandmas dead

So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your hеad, ayy

Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'

Auntie on my Telegram like, "Be cautious!"

I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton

I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton

I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga

I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga

We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope

That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

[Verse 2]

(Nigga would) I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy

An imaginary rich nigga, ayy

Seven figures ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy

Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy

Fuck subliminals, I put you on that roll call

French Montana speakin' on me in interviews

Very cynical, dry hatin' somethin' I don't approve

Jay Electronica threw silences on my GRAMMY night

Another dead prophet hopin' that God will give him life

Big Sean keep sneak dissin', I'll let it slide

I think his false confidence got him inspired

I can't make them respect you baby, it's not my job

You finally famous for who you date, not how you rhyme (Boy)

Fuck outta here, I'll tell y'all what's what

Make you a classic album before y'all come at us

Drake and Meek Mill thing might got y'all gassed up

But don't compare that to me, I'd really fuck you up

[Verse 3]

This goes out for those who choose to use disrespectful views on the king of hip-hop

Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye

Now you brailin' it, fuck that light shit, I'm scalin' it

Niggas thought they wouldn't gon' see me, huh?

Niggas thought K-Dot real life is the same life they see on TV, huh?

Niggas think they can flex on me and still live in L.A. for free, huh?

Next time you hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?

'Cause most of y'all ain't real, most of y'all gon' squeal

Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed

Most of y'all try to hide behind gold chains

Put on your Ray-Bans when you're talking to Charlamagne

Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies

Most of y'all ride waves and pockets on low ties

Most of y'all know I tried to lift the black artists

But it's a difference 'tween a black artist and wack artist (Woo)

[Outro]

You're my sons, go to your room, go to your room!