[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
This a no brainer
We got Rum mothafuckin' Nitty...versus Mr. Flea Mason AKA Vaultez Bodega, an easy battle
This nigga dead it only took a week to plan it, that's premeditated
So I'ma see a bigger sentence like reading glasses
Beat you badly
'Til you leakin', pleadin', "no mas papa", speakin' Spanish
I'm literally reeking (Rican) havoc
Clap him, then the bitch get loud
Before Coronavirus, niggas was maskin' up [?]
Slide, and you get bodied, who gon' stop me?
All these funny niggas gettin' addressed; Illuminati
You copy?
A man die for tellin' rap lies
Actin' as if he active, that's only going to get me madder (Matter), like Black Lives
Give you a buck, and two quarters, the gash wide
And go the other way, I switch sides on Cort' (court), it's half time
Ask God, I'm labelled as a threat bangin' for the set
I'm not a game, but before you play me you get stretched
I'm a vet
Your battles don't even make it on the 'net
Bird nigga
Soon as they let him out the vault you're (vulture) waitin' on his death
That's on the set
We slide up peelin' shit
Fired up, get you lined up
The .9 buck limitless
.380 in the ankle holster
I snuck inside this bitch wit' it
If he slip, it's bustin' out the shoe on Cort' (court) like Zion Williamson
Peel his shit
Take a slug out his dome
No love, get did wrong
Cause you the worst with it
And ya rhymes is nursery
It literally seein' they scrub get put on
If you look wrong
We gon' slide about it
No talk, die about it
Diabolic
Our 2 on 2? Math did all the moves, your side was silent
I gotta tell the truth, he was carrying Cort' (Carrey in court); Liar, Liar
I'll line you, that lesbian get stretched
I'll hit her head up wit' a TEC
It'll be brain particles all messy on the set
You walk up and see Fit bits (FitBits) everywhere you step
Reset! Game is over
Gun butt, face is swollen
Whip it, make it crack; baking soda
Rob 'em, take Cort' (court) paper
It was over a 100 yards; restrainin' order
I'll smoke him, you better haul ass
It's all bad
I'm at ya neck when I address you, then I get dawg (dog) tagged
If dude play? His skull cracked
Face open, we can view inside Cort' (court), that's 2K on broadcast
You better call Math, cause you done gave me a reason now
Squeezing rounds
Through the scope I get my point across here (crosshair)
It ain't shit we gotta speak about
Easy route, bag you up like a reefer ounce
You know, O.Z. him, take the Rican out
You see what we about
No rappin' beef, we let actions speak
I slide with the Locs, and on the set I'ma die with the The Crows like Brandon Lee
Crip Street, you get pressed like six reps
I put some money on ya head and you get stretched
I have Cort' (half court) shot by a fan, give him a big check
This west
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
This a no brainer
We got Rum mothafuckin' Nitty...versus Mr. Flea Mason AKA Vaultez Bodega, an easy battle
This nigga dead it only took a week to plan it, that's premeditated
So I'ma see a bigger sentence like reading glasses
Beat you badly
'Til you leakin', pleadin', "no mas papa", speakin' Spanish
I'm literally reeking (Rican) havoc
Clap him, then the bitch get loud
Before Coronavirus, niggas was maskin' up [?]
Slide, and you get bodied, who gon' stop me?
All these funny niggas gettin' addressed; Illuminati
You copy?
A man die for tellin' rap lies
Actin' as if he active, that's only going to get me madder (Matter), like Black Lives
Give you a buck, and two quarters, the gash wide
And go the other way, I switch sides on Cort' (court), it's half time
Ask God, I'm labelled as a threat bangin' for the set
I'm not a game, but before you play me you get stretched
I'm a vet
Your battles don't even make it on the 'net
Bird nigga
Soon as they let him out the vault you're (vulture) waitin' on his death
That's on the set
We slide up peelin' shit
Fired up, get you lined up
The .9 buck limitless
.380 in the ankle holster
I snuck inside this bitch wit' it
If he slip, it's bustin' out the shoe on Cort' (court) like Zion Williamson
Peel his shit
Take a slug out his dome
No love, get did wrong
Cause you the worst with it
And ya rhymes is nursery
It literally seein' they scrub get put on
If you look wrong
We gon' slide about it
No talk, die about it
Diabolic
Our 2 on 2? Math did all the moves, your side was silent
I gotta tell the truth, he was carrying Cort' (Carrey in court); Liar, Liar
I'll line you, that lesbian get stretched
I'll hit her head up wit' a TEC
It'll be brain particles all messy on the set
You walk up and see Fit bits (FitBits) everywhere you step
Reset! Game is over
Gun butt, face is swollen
Whip it, make it crack; baking soda
Rob 'em, take Cort' (court) paper
It was over a 100 yards; restrainin' order
I'll smoke him, you better haul ass
It's all bad
I'm at ya neck when I address you, then I get dawg (dog) tagged
If dude play? His skull cracked
Face open, we can view inside Cort' (court), that's 2K on broadcast
You better call Math, cause you done gave me a reason now
Squeezing rounds
Through the scope I get my point across here (crosshair)
It ain't shit we gotta speak about
Easy route, bag you up like a reefer ounce
You know, O.Z. him, take the Rican out
You see what we about
No rappin' beef, we let actions speak
I slide with the Locs, and on the set I'ma die with the The Crows like Brandon Lee
Crip Street, you get pressed like six reps
I put some money on ya head and you get stretched
I have Cort' (half court) shot by a fan, give him a big check
This west
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
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