You're All Welcome Lyrics - Singles - Donny Goines

[Verse 1] 

King of New York, You can have that 

Dig ya grave next to Biggie take a nap nap 

Little goofy motherf**** in a backpack 

Paying for all the hashtags, clever marketing that's fact 

You brought his album get your cash back 

Let me enlighten you all with a flashback 

See he's the little freshman that could 

Jay took his spot a year ago that lesson was good 

Put the fuel to fire, gave him true desire, dude a writer (true) 

Dre gave him a shot, only thing to do was fire (cool) 

See I ain't hatin this a**whippin is love 

The problem with lil n*ggas is lil n*ggas get buzz 

Then lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil n*ggas get snuffed 

He from Compton, I could turn this lil n*gga ta Blood 

But I'd rather give lil n*gga a hug 

OG Donny Johnson, lil n*gga is cuz 

[Verse 2] 

He gonna get this work, but I'll save it for the 3rd round 

Ain't gotta finish a verse, I could put him in a hearse now 

Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't beat with my worst style 

"Lawd have mercy" let me take him to church now 

Turn this Top Dawg to a poodle, I'll school you, boy Q the voodoo 

Remove you, pull he soul from his abs, rock him out his Jay's (Who you) 

In my opinion you're boring, ya voice annoying, the point is, was disappointed 

(The media hyped you up) 

If you a titan I'm Persues, When I'm writing, exciting, inciting 

Riots of violence, when I'm rhyming (What) 

Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney bless him wit a fitted crown 

Find his crown, sit him down 

Would tell him listen but take a look at his picture now 

Heavy lies the head, you know he rest, little n*gga bow 

Maybe you don't but that's Shakesphere 

I guess Kendrick Othello so get the name's clear 

[Verse 3] 

Kendrick, Kendrick, I don't want your friendship 

Don't need a feature, wouldn't pay for a sentence 

F*** a record deal and I don't want attention 

All I really want is to teach the people a lesson 

F*** New York I'll save you the trouble, ain't hating I love you 

Hoping this spanking'll humble you down 

Shooting for stars and shooting at stars hand and hand 

Ampersand, the pressure of press, the demand of fans 

I ain't trying ta change ya, just hip ya to game 

To make the transition, from the streets to the fame 

You are no Biggie, tenth of an Eminem 

Lower case to Big L, Mini Pun, let's settle it 

Ya clan far from Wu-Tang and you not a 2Pac 

Maybe a fourth of Jay Z, ya fans labeled you Dot 

Subpar to Nasir, outclassed by Outkast 

No UGK, NWA, doubt that 

You can't even keep up with Slaughterhouse 

Do me a favor take off your daughter's blouse, little n*gga