[Round 1: Cortez]
Raleigh, what the fuck is up?
Yo listen, I'm from an era where we ride for blocks
Slide on opps in a hoopty and we ride for blocks
I give a fuck about Snake Eyez, as long tonight it counts when I get the Title shot
If you've ever been hated on before, put ya hand in the air
You know what you tell that hater? Suck my dick
What you tell that hater
[Crowd: "Suck my dick"]
Aye yo Surf, if a nigga ever hated on you for ten years but never pull up or wanna pop off
You know what you tell that hater?
Suck my dick
Aye yo Surf, suck my dick
That shit you pulled in the facеoff, I know you prolly was joking, I'm not laughing
I'm here for a hommi, I'm toting
You and me, facе to heel
So when I body opponents
Can spray over the Title like I'm Hollywood Hogan
I'm not for the joking
You see me and mines, baby
Mind crazy
Nines, eighties
Coming back with a 45, and I'm chasing a Title, Tom Brady
Why play me?
Knowin' it's Murda Ave
Knowing it's my turn to spaz
Yeah, they hate, so I'mma balance the negatives like I overdraft
First, we gon' cremate 'em, then burn his flag
You'll sell more when you dead anyway, that's how you earn in ash (urn and ash)
Fire one, iron dump
Smoke burn through his iron lung
When the K boom, it's gon make the Shade Room
Smack, see this a viral one
Bulls in the 90s, for a decade I watched the Title run
But now since you out here, we in Raleigh, so I'm out here
I let a round flare
And I scope Neighborhood, I might buy a house here
Rounds flare
You was lacking, so we wrapped 'em in plastic, like nana' couch chair
How dare you disrespect my people
You know they used to call us wetbacks
They said my people swam 'cross borders
So what the fuck is a Wave, when my grandfather literally moonwalked on water
Que te dije no me jodas
Fuck it, drilling like Sosa
Make 'em sosa
With me pistola, entra la boca
Let it [?]
Fuck, I gotta put in subtitles or something?
Oh, y'all don't know what I'm saying, son?
Translation, I was hitting licks before I ever knew of my native tongue
Is he Puerto Rican, is he Mexican?
It doesn't matter at all, you was dragging it, dog
They don't care about race, the consensus only cares if I black on this card
That's why I'm outside, I'm never hiding
The metal flying
Who gives a fuck about race, when dead's how they identify 'em
That's the shit you did, you did that for promotion?
To provoke him?
Knowing it would make me mad
Knowing I'm gun-happy, and that could trigger emotions
Bitch please, that's why I'm letting six squeeze
Right inside of his wig piece
He always talk about, 'it's levels', so what?
Every casket is six feet
Bitch please
I grip heat
This shit is big as the Jets
And it's gon strip him for that drip on his neck
You shouldn't stand it when I'm lifting a TEC
The shots can knock Tidal wave through Roc(k), that's the ripple effect
Cannons'll burst, I'm popping 30 like I had me a perc'
The kid napping (kidnap in) NeighborHood, it's an Amber Alert
It don't matter
It don't matter where you at, bro
The Atlanta house, ya grandma house
I ain't messin' around
You know that the weapons around
Five from the deuce, four from the tray
You ain't the only with nine consecutive rounds
So when nine blow Tsu way, it sink into his kufi
Flame, then bubble his top, call that a soufflé
And it crack a hard shell like Taco Tuesdays
He called me Mexican, good, that's why we packed this bitch from wall to wall
Court of (quarter) law
I'mma face time like Audemars
When you get drug right in front of the church, it's like an altar choir
Then I spin, then slide on wave, don't go chasin' waterfalls
Where's all these chains you getting?
I would bring up that PPP loan, oh, that ain't my business
And like I said...
I appreciate you reaching out
But wait 'til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about
Raleigh, what the fuck is up?
Yo listen, I'm from an era where we ride for blocks
Slide on opps in a hoopty and we ride for blocks
I give a fuck about Snake Eyez, as long tonight it counts when I get the Title shot
If you've ever been hated on before, put ya hand in the air
You know what you tell that hater? Suck my dick
What you tell that hater
[Crowd: "Suck my dick"]
Aye yo Surf, if a nigga ever hated on you for ten years but never pull up or wanna pop off
You know what you tell that hater?
Suck my dick
Aye yo Surf, suck my dick
That shit you pulled in the facеoff, I know you prolly was joking, I'm not laughing
I'm here for a hommi, I'm toting
You and me, facе to heel
So when I body opponents
Can spray over the Title like I'm Hollywood Hogan
I'm not for the joking
You see me and mines, baby
Mind crazy
Nines, eighties
Coming back with a 45, and I'm chasing a Title, Tom Brady
Why play me?
Knowin' it's Murda Ave
Knowing it's my turn to spaz
Yeah, they hate, so I'mma balance the negatives like I overdraft
First, we gon' cremate 'em, then burn his flag
You'll sell more when you dead anyway, that's how you earn in ash (urn and ash)
Fire one, iron dump
Smoke burn through his iron lung
When the K boom, it's gon make the Shade Room
Smack, see this a viral one
Bulls in the 90s, for a decade I watched the Title run
But now since you out here, we in Raleigh, so I'm out here
I let a round flare
And I scope Neighborhood, I might buy a house here
Rounds flare
You was lacking, so we wrapped 'em in plastic, like nana' couch chair
How dare you disrespect my people
You know they used to call us wetbacks
They said my people swam 'cross borders
So what the fuck is a Wave, when my grandfather literally moonwalked on water
Que te dije no me jodas
Fuck it, drilling like Sosa
Make 'em sosa
With me pistola, entra la boca
Let it [?]
Fuck, I gotta put in subtitles or something?
Oh, y'all don't know what I'm saying, son?
Translation, I was hitting licks before I ever knew of my native tongue
Is he Puerto Rican, is he Mexican?
It doesn't matter at all, you was dragging it, dog
They don't care about race, the consensus only cares if I black on this card
That's why I'm outside, I'm never hiding
The metal flying
Who gives a fuck about race, when dead's how they identify 'em
That's the shit you did, you did that for promotion?
To provoke him?
Knowing it would make me mad
Knowing I'm gun-happy, and that could trigger emotions
Bitch please, that's why I'm letting six squeeze
Right inside of his wig piece
He always talk about, 'it's levels', so what?
Every casket is six feet
Bitch please
I grip heat
This shit is big as the Jets
And it's gon strip him for that drip on his neck
You shouldn't stand it when I'm lifting a TEC
The shots can knock Tidal wave through Roc(k), that's the ripple effect
Cannons'll burst, I'm popping 30 like I had me a perc'
The kid napping (kidnap in) NeighborHood, it's an Amber Alert
It don't matter
It don't matter where you at, bro
The Atlanta house, ya grandma house
I ain't messin' around
You know that the weapons around
Five from the deuce, four from the tray
You ain't the only with nine consecutive rounds
So when nine blow Tsu way, it sink into his kufi
Flame, then bubble his top, call that a soufflé
And it crack a hard shell like Taco Tuesdays
He called me Mexican, good, that's why we packed this bitch from wall to wall
Court of (quarter) law
I'mma face time like Audemars
When you get drug right in front of the church, it's like an altar choir
Then I spin, then slide on wave, don't go chasin' waterfalls
Where's all these chains you getting?
I would bring up that PPP loan, oh, that ain't my business
And like I said...
I appreciate you reaching out
But wait 'til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about
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