Control (kendrick Lamar Response) Lyrics - Singles - Chubby Jag

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] 

I'm getting chicken, shit is gravy holmes 

Happy when they play you, been struggling 

Shit been crazy holmes, come from where they wet you 

It's like welcome to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama 

Do it for my mama, My say-tees on 

From now on, it's just 

Fuck you, pay me holmes 

Riding round, no tint 

Waving cause I'm wavy holmes, West Adams 

Roc nation like it's Jay-Z holmes 

Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the 80's holmes 

Yea, I've been balling like McGrady holmes 

Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on 

Too much talent, haters feel like Jesus made me wrong 

Spitting, got us chasing this chicken until we crazy on 

Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout plenty chips 

So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith 

Porch nigga, fuck around and took plenty trips 

South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty flips 

Swear this white got us stitched like rotten leather 

Swear this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters 

The energizer keep going, me stopping never 

Rappers hit me just to find out if they've gotten better 

Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm dropping clever 

Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers 

Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition plan 

Flat top killing, they calling me demolition man 

No Wesley, balling no ESPY 

Feeling nice, Tony(?) over ice, No Gretzky 

I bag heat, he can get it wet like a jet ski 

Hood nigga, fab shit 

Tell them niggas arrest me 

This rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a joke 

Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke 

I get so much pussy, I be turning bitches down 

Every time I turn around, they got me feeling like the Pope 

Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled them 

Now promoters breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims 

And really, I'm saying the same shit that Kendrick say 

Every rapper dead that I know, not even Kendrick safe 

I know some rappers now, that hope a nigga fucking stop 

Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking socks 

All we know is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock 

Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the fucking block 

At 13, nigga had his first fucking Glock 

Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops 

And last nigga I dissed, holmes still quiet 

Cause we the ones that win a case and nigga still riot 

Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas still try it 

Hustle man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it 

I get weight off, Chubby nigga real diet 

OG's stanking through the box, a nigga still fly it 

Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the whip 

The tool inside, cause lyrically it's suicide 

On my old school Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die 

You the greatest you alive, just be happy you alive 

I just can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride 

So let's get up, set up somebody sent you to die 

Real shit, real spit 

I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been killing with that real shit 

Killing them arrnets (?), got a bag pass 

I took the garbage out, Glad bag 

I put a number on your name like a hashtag 

I drive by, and I pop out with the uzi nigga 

Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a movie nigga 

I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some OG's 

I swear I do my thing to, money got me pimping 

I ain't tripping, bring your thing through 

All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till that thing through 

If he Nas, then I must be Biggie in 93' 

Whatever nigga said, I'm all that times 3 

It's fucking murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be 

Trying to battle with your shit, and you getting them rhymes beat 

Chubby