[Round 1: Casey Jay]
I been trying to do better, but it was the fans that made you my rival
This feeling is vital, after these verses, it’s gonna be hard to revive you
You’re getting smoked, they gon’ wish I just did Jakk and took a page out the Bible
‘Cause the chances I let you live, it’s no way,
You’ll either play dead or every nigga walking get hit, this my ho phase
‘Cause I ain’t here to be nice with her, I want to fight with her, I’ll beat out the life in ya Yeah, I’ma get right with ya, it’s like she used Ciara’s Prayer, you got the right nigga
We could have did this in Milwaukee, it don’t matter the place
I would have put hands up in the middle of the meal, I forgot to say grace
Then gats’ll get raised, it’s a stickup, give it up
Don’t act brace, pull out cans in front of her house, it’s trash day
I told Viixen when I see her it’s on sight, back page
‘Cause when bitches step in front of me, it get real for ‘em
You gon’ have to suffer from the side effects if you’re the one that I peel on
You’re someone I’ll steel on, after we scrap it’s still on so the steel for ‘em
It’s your birthday weekend? Well you can die on your birthday, stillborn
Ever since, Geechi told me get my kid and play, y’all act like that ain’t something I do
See I love my baby boy but mama got to have a life too
But you, have three, so I hope you’re protecting your nest
‘Cause I’ll be dumping the clip, I’ll pull a magnum out the backseat, “Jodie, what the fuck is this?”
You got three kids and three baby daddies? Bitch, what the fuck is your plan?
Why are you taking this chance? It’s not smart for you to risk/uterus getting bust in again
You heard, Viix? That’s my word, bitch
Push another baby boy, *baow*, hit your cervix, a nerve hit
Why? ‘Cause I’m Uno, reverse, reverse, turn skip
Bitch, you are just another wild card, for you I ain’t got to draw shit but, I forgot the game changed, man
If I can make up my own rules it would be for me and you to exchange hands
You’re about to be dead, fam
I’ll have Viixen’s pussy ass in a box, it’s not a webcam
You got the weakest setups, you just scream your bars to make it seem like you’re beasting
Your flow and performance took you a whole decade of critiquing, and even now you’re just decent
You lack loyalty, I wouldn’t tell you a secret, no, you can’t keep your mouth closed, ‘cause I got it leaking
They unleashed the demon, Viixen, what the fuck was you thinking?
I used to fuck with you but now that we’re beefing I ain’t speaking
Muzzle the nose, *too too*, you get that silent treatment
But wait, I never asked for Smack to call me ‘The Face’
But you don’t mind saying you don’t care what Smack say, but I bet you care what Smack pay
Bitch, do you know who signs your checks?
He took your career out the dumpster
Bitch, you don’t show no respect?
I’m finally at you, trying to hide won’t help, blade, split her in half
Bitch, you should have never got beside yourself
‘Cause lord as my witness, before last year you was overlooked more than those terms and conditions
Kings vs. Queens, you got that call and was flattered
‘Cause you ain’t never appealed to the mass as a rapper
They used you to occupy space and that’s the fact of the matter
You get it? Shit’s madness, you occupy space but don’t matter to the masses
So who are you going to turn to a believer?
I heard nothing but dreams come to a sleeper
Rusty switchblade, I’m trying to wedge something between her
And when it rose on stage, that’s another bitch dead, Selena
You’re mean, I’m meaner, I know that aggression is all fake
I’m all in your space, statute of limitations, it’s too late to try Case, I’m irate
‘Cause it’s no honor amongst thieves, you stole bars from your sis?
Bitch y’all supposed to be ebony and ivory, a white person stealing from a black, the irony
That night we fucked, you said you wrote all your bars, but, you lied to me
So I’m shooting with this motion, been waiting for this moment
Both you bitches down, Hustle on the ground with her chest open ‘cause Viix on it
I was supposed to be gang, you changed and she mad ‘cause she gave you the gas
This getting like Coffee vs. Hustle, I don’t know which one of you bitches to blame
This shit is a shame, they got you feeling you elite? And that’s crazy
Bitch, play me, how you on varsity if you ain’t made it past J, V, no maybe
Bitch, you’re getting dragged tonight, and I’ll do myself like I don’t want to ask ‘em twice
Who told you to take this, bitch? Bad advice
You not gon’ get the win, but you gon’ get these bragging rights
‘Cause when I address shit, bitch, do you know what’ll happen? I’ma kill you in fashion
You’re getting knocked off your high horse, I got this polo assassin
I show no compassion, it’s gon’ be air that you’re gasping
‘Cause she’s a person who impersonates, but I know the person this person ain’t
Leg shot, leg shot, I’m trying to coordinate, then a shot connect to her stomach, I make her core relate
That last time, we ain’t battled ‘cause your dad’s funeral, it’s yours today
‘Cause the only thing our fathers had in common was both they’re names were David
RIP to them ‘cause losing a father is not fun
Yours died to cancer, mine died by a gun
While mine was rushing to get treated, yours had a chance in treatment
I ain’t get to say bye, you was with yours when he was last breathing
You still grieving? Well I’ma put you out your misery, bitch, now go greet him
I been trying to do better, but it was the fans that made you my rival
This feeling is vital, after these verses, it’s gonna be hard to revive you
You’re getting smoked, they gon’ wish I just did Jakk and took a page out the Bible
‘Cause the chances I let you live, it’s no way,
You’ll either play dead or every nigga walking get hit, this my ho phase
‘Cause I ain’t here to be nice with her, I want to fight with her, I’ll beat out the life in ya Yeah, I’ma get right with ya, it’s like she used Ciara’s Prayer, you got the right nigga
We could have did this in Milwaukee, it don’t matter the place
I would have put hands up in the middle of the meal, I forgot to say grace
Then gats’ll get raised, it’s a stickup, give it up
Don’t act brace, pull out cans in front of her house, it’s trash day
I told Viixen when I see her it’s on sight, back page
‘Cause when bitches step in front of me, it get real for ‘em
You gon’ have to suffer from the side effects if you’re the one that I peel on
You’re someone I’ll steel on, after we scrap it’s still on so the steel for ‘em
It’s your birthday weekend? Well you can die on your birthday, stillborn
Ever since, Geechi told me get my kid and play, y’all act like that ain’t something I do
See I love my baby boy but mama got to have a life too
But you, have three, so I hope you’re protecting your nest
‘Cause I’ll be dumping the clip, I’ll pull a magnum out the backseat, “Jodie, what the fuck is this?”
You got three kids and three baby daddies? Bitch, what the fuck is your plan?
Why are you taking this chance? It’s not smart for you to risk/uterus getting bust in again
You heard, Viix? That’s my word, bitch
Push another baby boy, *baow*, hit your cervix, a nerve hit
Why? ‘Cause I’m Uno, reverse, reverse, turn skip
Bitch, you are just another wild card, for you I ain’t got to draw shit but, I forgot the game changed, man
If I can make up my own rules it would be for me and you to exchange hands
You’re about to be dead, fam
I’ll have Viixen’s pussy ass in a box, it’s not a webcam
You got the weakest setups, you just scream your bars to make it seem like you’re beasting
Your flow and performance took you a whole decade of critiquing, and even now you’re just decent
You lack loyalty, I wouldn’t tell you a secret, no, you can’t keep your mouth closed, ‘cause I got it leaking
They unleashed the demon, Viixen, what the fuck was you thinking?
I used to fuck with you but now that we’re beefing I ain’t speaking
Muzzle the nose, *too too*, you get that silent treatment
But wait, I never asked for Smack to call me ‘The Face’
But you don’t mind saying you don’t care what Smack say, but I bet you care what Smack pay
Bitch, do you know who signs your checks?
He took your career out the dumpster
Bitch, you don’t show no respect?
I’m finally at you, trying to hide won’t help, blade, split her in half
Bitch, you should have never got beside yourself
‘Cause lord as my witness, before last year you was overlooked more than those terms and conditions
Kings vs. Queens, you got that call and was flattered
‘Cause you ain’t never appealed to the mass as a rapper
They used you to occupy space and that’s the fact of the matter
You get it? Shit’s madness, you occupy space but don’t matter to the masses
So who are you going to turn to a believer?
I heard nothing but dreams come to a sleeper
Rusty switchblade, I’m trying to wedge something between her
And when it rose on stage, that’s another bitch dead, Selena
You’re mean, I’m meaner, I know that aggression is all fake
I’m all in your space, statute of limitations, it’s too late to try Case, I’m irate
‘Cause it’s no honor amongst thieves, you stole bars from your sis?
Bitch y’all supposed to be ebony and ivory, a white person stealing from a black, the irony
That night we fucked, you said you wrote all your bars, but, you lied to me
So I’m shooting with this motion, been waiting for this moment
Both you bitches down, Hustle on the ground with her chest open ‘cause Viix on it
I was supposed to be gang, you changed and she mad ‘cause she gave you the gas
This getting like Coffee vs. Hustle, I don’t know which one of you bitches to blame
This shit is a shame, they got you feeling you elite? And that’s crazy
Bitch, play me, how you on varsity if you ain’t made it past J, V, no maybe
Bitch, you’re getting dragged tonight, and I’ll do myself like I don’t want to ask ‘em twice
Who told you to take this, bitch? Bad advice
You not gon’ get the win, but you gon’ get these bragging rights
‘Cause when I address shit, bitch, do you know what’ll happen? I’ma kill you in fashion
You’re getting knocked off your high horse, I got this polo assassin
I show no compassion, it’s gon’ be air that you’re gasping
‘Cause she’s a person who impersonates, but I know the person this person ain’t
Leg shot, leg shot, I’m trying to coordinate, then a shot connect to her stomach, I make her core relate
That last time, we ain’t battled ‘cause your dad’s funeral, it’s yours today
‘Cause the only thing our fathers had in common was both they’re names were David
RIP to them ‘cause losing a father is not fun
Yours died to cancer, mine died by a gun
While mine was rushing to get treated, yours had a chance in treatment
I ain’t get to say bye, you was with yours when he was last breathing
You still grieving? Well I’ma put you out your misery, bitch, now go greet him
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