[Round 1: DNA]
The Champ says, the last time he was on this stage
It was versus Serius Jones at NOME 5
I mean the nigga DNA should've been on 6 and 7, but when the nigga Beasley called his phone died
As far as the haters go, the Champ ain’t payin' 'em no mind
Cause even when I’m a senior citizen, I'ma pull up to the venue with a NOME sign
Houston whatup?!
They say since DNA turned into "The Champ" he been cocky
Well you damn right, I'm grippin' lead
And since you the one I gotta air against (arrogance) BOOM, you get the bigger head
But I'm upset like Drake, don't worry y'all, this nigga dead
Cause we all saw what happened when he tried to push a T (Pusha T) and y'all all saw what happened when I had it in for Red (Infrared)
I ain’t gon’ talk about ya dance moves cause that's a bad reference
Or how you still wear baggy shorts and always do these wack gestures
You lost to T-Top, Geechi and Twork
Why sign contracts if you lack effort?
Shout out to J Prince but J Prince won’t stop this track record
It's levels to this shit, but now they matched you wit' a killer
And it's gon’ take awhile to get to where I'm at bitch, but it isn't Fisher
Y'all remember versus Ill Will when I messed up the slogan, when I switched to liquor?
Well if I can fuck up the Yak ('gnac) again then I'm a different nigga
I pull out in the Full House, I let the milly hit ya
They gave DJ followed by a dum dum (dumb dumb); Kimmy Gibbler
You roger that? I use the ladder when I get the clippers
So just tell me where the mark is Houston and the twins come out: Sister, Sister
They got DNA back in his old bag, cause this niggas so wack
So I came with the big oohs (Uz') in the buildin' since the show packed
And an old gat, let's see if you can manage a punch, where Rome at?
Cause I came to work (Twork) with a Shotgun, that's a NOME match
Aye Geechi, I condone that
BLAOW, I let the chrome clap
So how you gon' hold down ya squad when you don't got ya own back
We both strapped, silencer, it's no comment when I snap; Al Kapone hat
Since you from the Yak, Man it's only right I dip the SIG (cig') in Konjac
They said when a nigga wear these shirts everybody lose
Not tonight, not tonight
So when they first told the Champ that, they had me so scared
Then I seen this nigga with his chick, I said, "They both weird."
They say JC is God's son, right?
Well I see a lot of nah's (Nas) here like y'all don't care
So now I feel entitled to drop the Carters out of nowhere
Nina is out, I'm tiltin' the big cap, I'll put the heat to his scalp
They all said they seen J(ay) with the SIG (cig') but I had Reasonable Doubt
You know on the cover, the big cap with the- yeah nigga act violent
I call up one of my Blood shooters, the MAC's silent
So you gon' see my brim low, with two pieces on J(ay), that's The Black Album
I'm a ratchet sparker, I'm searchin' for him, I grab revolvers
I only scoped ya (sculpture) to black on J(ay): Magna Carta (Carter)
I'm fuckin' vicious, you say you want Loaded, right? That's why I tuck the biscuit
Cause I can take Jay's greatest hits, I got the Lux (deluxe) edition
See how I can perform and rap, JC you don't do enough
The Champ says you need a stylist
And wearin' baggy shirts ain't what I meant when I told you "loosen up"
Big gun, every time I shoot it, I'm movin' up
And it's Loaded right in front of you, now whatchu gon' do with Lux?
Razor, since he's super tough
*slashing sound* And give him half the star like the movie sucks
Your whole family get the same fade; Lil' Boosie cut
I run down on The Rich Kid when the Lil' Uzi busts
I gotta be honest, Houston: you and Ill Will dress the worst in battle rap
Nigga, I know school was rough
That's cause you all on a Budget like movin' trucks
J will get knocked up second once the Ruger dumps
Cause I already put the tre in Will, it's Just The Two Of Us
But if y'all ain't get the picture like the Nikon trippin'
The rifle come with a stand, look like a tripod wit' it
I kick in the door to son home, they surprised I'm grippin'
I beat Will, O (Willow), Smith J then (Jaden), and prove I'm just an Icon livin'
It's round one, it's gettin' hot in here, Houston y'all know my slogan
(GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)
Hell no, get this nigga that's outta pocket the fuck outta here
Get the Warriors for gettin' the Rockets the fuck outta here
HOUSTON! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M HERE!
The Champ says, the last time he was on this stage
It was versus Serius Jones at NOME 5
I mean the nigga DNA should've been on 6 and 7, but when the nigga Beasley called his phone died
As far as the haters go, the Champ ain’t payin' 'em no mind
Cause even when I’m a senior citizen, I'ma pull up to the venue with a NOME sign
Houston whatup?!
They say since DNA turned into "The Champ" he been cocky
Well you damn right, I'm grippin' lead
And since you the one I gotta air against (arrogance) BOOM, you get the bigger head
But I'm upset like Drake, don't worry y'all, this nigga dead
Cause we all saw what happened when he tried to push a T (Pusha T) and y'all all saw what happened when I had it in for Red (Infrared)
I ain’t gon’ talk about ya dance moves cause that's a bad reference
Or how you still wear baggy shorts and always do these wack gestures
You lost to T-Top, Geechi and Twork
Why sign contracts if you lack effort?
Shout out to J Prince but J Prince won’t stop this track record
It's levels to this shit, but now they matched you wit' a killer
And it's gon’ take awhile to get to where I'm at bitch, but it isn't Fisher
Y'all remember versus Ill Will when I messed up the slogan, when I switched to liquor?
Well if I can fuck up the Yak ('gnac) again then I'm a different nigga
I pull out in the Full House, I let the milly hit ya
They gave DJ followed by a dum dum (dumb dumb); Kimmy Gibbler
You roger that? I use the ladder when I get the clippers
So just tell me where the mark is Houston and the twins come out: Sister, Sister
They got DNA back in his old bag, cause this niggas so wack
So I came with the big oohs (Uz') in the buildin' since the show packed
And an old gat, let's see if you can manage a punch, where Rome at?
Cause I came to work (Twork) with a Shotgun, that's a NOME match
Aye Geechi, I condone that
BLAOW, I let the chrome clap
So how you gon' hold down ya squad when you don't got ya own back
We both strapped, silencer, it's no comment when I snap; Al Kapone hat
Since you from the Yak, Man it's only right I dip the SIG (cig') in Konjac
They said when a nigga wear these shirts everybody lose
Not tonight, not tonight
So when they first told the Champ that, they had me so scared
Then I seen this nigga with his chick, I said, "They both weird."
They say JC is God's son, right?
Well I see a lot of nah's (Nas) here like y'all don't care
So now I feel entitled to drop the Carters out of nowhere
Nina is out, I'm tiltin' the big cap, I'll put the heat to his scalp
They all said they seen J(ay) with the SIG (cig') but I had Reasonable Doubt
You know on the cover, the big cap with the- yeah nigga act violent
I call up one of my Blood shooters, the MAC's silent
So you gon' see my brim low, with two pieces on J(ay), that's The Black Album
I'm a ratchet sparker, I'm searchin' for him, I grab revolvers
I only scoped ya (sculpture) to black on J(ay): Magna Carta (Carter)
I'm fuckin' vicious, you say you want Loaded, right? That's why I tuck the biscuit
Cause I can take Jay's greatest hits, I got the Lux (deluxe) edition
See how I can perform and rap, JC you don't do enough
The Champ says you need a stylist
And wearin' baggy shirts ain't what I meant when I told you "loosen up"
Big gun, every time I shoot it, I'm movin' up
And it's Loaded right in front of you, now whatchu gon' do with Lux?
Razor, since he's super tough
*slashing sound* And give him half the star like the movie sucks
Your whole family get the same fade; Lil' Boosie cut
I run down on The Rich Kid when the Lil' Uzi busts
I gotta be honest, Houston: you and Ill Will dress the worst in battle rap
Nigga, I know school was rough
That's cause you all on a Budget like movin' trucks
J will get knocked up second once the Ruger dumps
Cause I already put the tre in Will, it's Just The Two Of Us
But if y'all ain't get the picture like the Nikon trippin'
The rifle come with a stand, look like a tripod wit' it
I kick in the door to son home, they surprised I'm grippin'
I beat Will, O (Willow), Smith J then (Jaden), and prove I'm just an Icon livin'
It's round one, it's gettin' hot in here, Houston y'all know my slogan
(GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)
Hell no, get this nigga that's outta pocket the fuck outta here
Get the Warriors for gettin' the Rockets the fuck outta here
HOUSTON! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M HERE!
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