Big Sean - Control (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] I'mma take my time, all I need is 30 seconds man 30 seconds to you, but it could change my life I'll tell you anything man, I'm a Brooklyn n***a Hey yo Kendrick, good lookin' on that Summer Jam move But you ain't the king of sh**! [Verse 1] Tell Kendrick and TDE they need to lay off the PCP Far from the king, this is the city of BDP You'll never be a real west coast artist like Eazy E You a f**ing joke, we laugh at you like hee hee hee Y'all probably stick dil*oes in each other like Stevie G I mean Stevie J on that s** tape with E-V-E Little Sean, Big Sean, let me see ID Before you rap why you always say B.I.G.? You ain't Biggie, you can D-I-E Every time I hear you you're getting cornier like your E-Y-E Back when we was slaves they used to cut off our balls Then stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls Modern day slavery, now they put us in jail A bunch of men in cells away from the females This wasn't done just because the color of skin This was done cause they never wanted us to be men Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, they all act feminine Wear a lot of clothes you usually see women in So the mainstream America finds it interesting Push 'em up to the forefront, they positioning You never made it cause you bringing lyrics in Singing like a lady, you get away with murder, you George Zimmerman What I'm stating is facts, grams You only blew up cause you contributed to the feminization of the black man Wolves on you, time to get rid of these crap rappers Wolfpack on your back, you really a backpacker Kendrick Lamar - where's your last name rap ba*tard? You got two first names, your mama was a** backwards Always make gun sounds in your songs like ''dew dew dew'' Sounds like a gun out of Star Wars: R2D2 You ga**ed up, you thought you could just creep upon The MTV interview that TI was speaking on You tried to hug her, she pushed off like ''keep your arm'' I've seen that footage when you got curved by Nia Long Good kid, mad city - you know nothing about the trap On your album cover you sat on another man's lap They looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana Ross Only person in the flip with no shirt - damn it boss Hope they didn't molest you, did you have your pamper off? Baby bottle right there on the table, that right there was yours A m**m who eat pork, that's not peace Bust your chopper's head off and put it to the east King of New York, why you ain't say you the king of LA? You from Compton, scared to d**h from them ese's Real Bloods, real Crips - MS-13's Mexican Mafia, what about them boys from Queens? They gon' bust and pull it hard right on Sutphin Boulevard Staten Island catch a h*mo, get thrown off the Verrazano Bronx lay your p**y down, do more than just Boogie Down Harlem ain't just flossin', dawg, get their Bumpy Johnsonn off You know about Brooklyn, they gon' bang my G And they only let you live cause you came with me Jay Z co-signed you, you was given the torch Now you think you Big Meech, you must listen to Ross Catch you slipping in the city, no permission to floss Kiss your j**elry goodbye, put your lips on your cross I represent the lowlives, do the sh** for New York That's why the little man on my shirt sit on the horse This rap sh** gon' be the d**h of me, I'm driven with force I'd rather die with a victory than live with a loss That little b**h you f**ing told me, why she missing your calls She said your dick is so little that you piss on your balls Man, your sh** sound bougy, I'm loading shots in the Uzi No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em down like Lil' Boosie He think it's all good cause Biggie made Juicy But he should listen to ''Who Shot Ya?'', we bang toolies Even back then we had hammers under them Coogis Goonies in front of the corner stores smoking them loosies Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a p**y My bullets hit em' dead in his cooty come out his booty 'Bout to make a movie on roolie, we keep it Gucci Bullets in the chamber like judge Mathis and Judy