[Round 1: Conceited]
Ever since you been battlin', you put on all kinda weight
This nigga's so fat, he'll try to put food on a license plate
I mean, this is some real shit; name one crime you had to deal with
You ain't got a misdemeanor, your record's cleaner than one of Will Smith's
You gonna get the steel fifth and let it peel quick?
With the blade out, I'll cut Clips like a editor
You ain't a projector, so how you real, Clips?
As soon as my dog catch ya, he got a pound full of strays
I bet your fat ass wished this pound was some cake
I will grab the nina, let that bitch take him out like a date
All that shit that you make up will only 'cause medics to come when the MAC go pow to your face
Nigga, you ain't down to play and light the steam
Even if he is cockin' the 5
This cat pops in the sky like The Lion King
Every gun you see's sick
I won't wait for war to wave to show you what drama mean
I'll pull out that iron thing, it's like a circus act
‘Cause the cannon shoots clowns when the fire rings
Honestly I'll go all in his house
The flame turn his brains into change: it'll be all in the couch
Any survivors left and that Larkin will sprout
You guys wanna take shots, then Captain Morgans come out
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
You guys wanna take shots? Get capped and more guns come out!
Slow it down once more!
You wanna take shots? Get capped, them organs come out!
You see? I know the shit that get Clips really mad
Everybody in Harlem still think he trash
You know it's fucked up when not even Dot Mobb is feelin' his ass
And then you take a L to B Magic
You see, that's the shit that get him pissed off
But he be like, "It was an even draw, I wasn't on my shit, Con."
This nigga try to tell me it was a cheap tie
That's the type of shit that Clips on
Nigga, I got hollows in them pistols, like a referee I'll give a tip off
And listen, and after it air it's like London
Because you won't see no prints, Charles. Ah?!
Ever since you been battlin', you put on all kinda weight
This nigga's so fat, he'll try to put food on a license plate
I mean, this is some real shit; name one crime you had to deal with
You ain't got a misdemeanor, your record's cleaner than one of Will Smith's
You gonna get the steel fifth and let it peel quick?
With the blade out, I'll cut Clips like a editor
You ain't a projector, so how you real, Clips?
As soon as my dog catch ya, he got a pound full of strays
I bet your fat ass wished this pound was some cake
I will grab the nina, let that bitch take him out like a date
All that shit that you make up will only 'cause medics to come when the MAC go pow to your face
Nigga, you ain't down to play and light the steam
Even if he is cockin' the 5
This cat pops in the sky like The Lion King
Every gun you see's sick
I won't wait for war to wave to show you what drama mean
I'll pull out that iron thing, it's like a circus act
‘Cause the cannon shoots clowns when the fire rings
Honestly I'll go all in his house
The flame turn his brains into change: it'll be all in the couch
Any survivors left and that Larkin will sprout
You guys wanna take shots, then Captain Morgans come out
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
You guys wanna take shots? Get capped and more guns come out!
Slow it down once more!
You wanna take shots? Get capped, them organs come out!
You see? I know the shit that get Clips really mad
Everybody in Harlem still think he trash
You know it's fucked up when not even Dot Mobb is feelin' his ass
And then you take a L to B Magic
You see, that's the shit that get him pissed off
But he be like, "It was an even draw, I wasn't on my shit, Con."
This nigga try to tell me it was a cheap tie
That's the type of shit that Clips on
Nigga, I got hollows in them pistols, like a referee I'll give a tip off
And listen, and after it air it's like London
Because you won't see no prints, Charles. Ah?!
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