Mar 27, 2015

Wesley's Theory's 2nd verse>>>>

"What you want you? A house or a car?
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anything, see, my name is Uncle Sam on your dollar
MFer you can live at the mall
I know your kind (That's why I'm kind)
Don't have receipts (Oh man, that's fine)
Pay me later, wear those gators
Cliche and say, f--- your haters
I can see the borrow in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies with a snow white collar in you
But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me feel forever baby, count it all together baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better baby
Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two coupes, two chains, two c-notes
Too much and enough both we know
Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list
Get it all, you deserve it Kendrick
And when you get the White House, do you
But remember, you ain't pass economics in school
And everything you buy, taxes will deny
I'll Wesley Snipe your a--- before thirty-five"

 

Mar 27, 2015

First verse of "u"
I place blame when you steal
Place shame when you steal
Feel like you ain't s---
Feel like you don't feel, confidence in yourself
Breakin' on marble floors
Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours
But you ain't s--- I'm convinced your talent's nothin' special
What can I blame him for
God gave him several
Situation had stopped with your little sister bakin'
A baby inside, just a teenager wheres your patience
Whats your intentions where is the influence you speak of
You preached in front of 100,000 but never reached her
I f---in' tell you, you f---in' failure you ain't no leader
I never liked you, forever despise you I don't need you
The world don't need you, don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, f--- your pride too, thats for dedication
Thought money would change you, made you more complacent
I f---in' hate you, I hope you embrace it

 

Mar 27, 2015

I was gonna k--- a couple rappers but they did it to themselves
Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help
This s--- is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
If I s---t at your identity and bounce to the left
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton"
I should probably run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honest
And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!
Ah yeah, f--- the judge
I made it past 25 and there I was
A little nappy headed n----- with the world behind him
Life ain't s--- but a fat vagina
Screamin' "Annie are you ok? Annie are you ok?"
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king