[Round 1: Chess]
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round through, mehn Tay gettin' fucked up
The fuck's up?
Chess is home, once again y'all finna get the best of NOME
Skin complexion on the Create A Player, it's time to set the tone
Roc, I'm so ready now
My revolver is mean, I stuff shells, like quarters in the washing machine
They don't even peep how I load metal rounds
Settle down
Or the piece that I got will have pieces of Roc on his fellas now
I Will Smith him, and have his body parts on other people like Seven Pounds
BLAOW, when I shot the god, the kickback caught me by surprise, I gotta aim steady now
I threw up the first, but y'all know I'm great for the second round
Catch him doly, cause I don't want nobody else to witness
Silencer, boy I stuck my nose in it like somebody else's business
What made you think you could fuck with Chess?
I'm known to put someone in check
You better come correct
I won't hesitate to handle Roc(k), like I'm better with my stutter step
I'ma gonna catch a body when I dump the TEC
I mean literally, catch A body when I dump the TEC
I start from the top of his head to his fuckin' neck
Then shoot his fuckin' chest, his stomach next
Then hit Roc(k) bottom, he got nothin' left
His dome splatter, bullet proof, won't matter when it can't save you from ya death
Cans bust, Stone Cold, his whole skull on his fuckin' vest
Glocks will spray and I can show you how that rifle play
He said I'm not good on his block
That's cool, my shot good from a block away
Honest Tay, you are average, I am great
I mean, Roc got his own sauce but he don't rhyme this way
And I'm feelin' like 'Pac today
Pay attention, there's a difference in the Juice I got, nigga concentrate
A classic ain't what I'm tryin' to make
I don't care how they rate bodies, I'm here to increase the body rate
Or I can get wifey to give a long range shot to Tay
You got me bae?
Lose your Stacks and Drugz, soon as my Queens shoot from far Roc away (Rockaway)
Nah! (x16)
I got the K on Roc like I'm spellin' it the proper way
Speakin' of K, who the fuck said Shine was safe?
I take blood money then pop the tre
His skull on the barrel, for that green, slime'll get heated up like toxic waste
He's gon' try to convince y'all that my lines is fake
And that's cool, y'all can try to hate
I told SMACK I use a bottle to make a bowl, he felt for me, that's how I got this plate
SMACK, fuck these old shitty niggas, it's our time
Roc, you better off lettin' your younger stars shine
I mean Ave the most dangerous nigga in y'all squad
Even standin' next to Brizz made you look average bar wise
Cause everything was light until you partnered with Darkside
I'm not a Dot, but in a row I got mob ties
If y'all gas him, I'll give him the kid, not the car kind
Your fat ass hype man, better not even react to a hard line
Cause these bullets go in and out of skinny niggas and the large kind
Through thick and thin, that's why it stay with me through the hard times
Them hard times made a youngin' feel like he in Hell yo, had to survive
Ain't want mama to see me in jail though
They bust every heavy drug open, lil' nigga had the bud flowin'
I didn't need to sell coke, see I didn't have (half) to face white, Reepah Rell flow
But leave (leaf) it to me to line him up; Adidas Shelltoe
This nigga's pussy and he's a frail hoe
Talkin' like he's gonna creep up wit' his heater, hell no
We ain't seen Roc put an arm on Chess (chest) since the People's Elbow
He got gun bars, nigga my gun's real
I wanna pick a fight witchu, just to dump steel
Build up a wall, try to cross this line, bet I'll do you worse than Trump will
Two .9's out of the pants go BLAOW
This gun done, I'ma let this other can' go (Kangol) wild
One stopped blackin', the other went crazy; Raven Symone/Orlando Brown
He done son, drag him out, dump guns, clap his scalp
Open up Roc(k) wit' a dum dum; Patrick's house
The fuck is he mad about? Cause I'm touchin' on him?
Extended clip, to his top, I'm gonna bust it on him
Monkey bars, that ladder over his head if I come across him
See I hate when they don't catch lines
Y'all just gon' view an arm goin' over Roc like I'm quotin' one of Ave's lines
Who thought I lost to Mr. Straight Like That?....that's fine
Y'all know what else straight like that? His flatline
T slippin', he ain't nothin' but another Cave victim
Just the truth, respect ya youth, fuck the age difference
I finished him with crazy bars, that's good riddance from great writtens
Body after body after body, I'm shape-shiftin'
Cake Lyfe
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round through, mehn Tay gettin' fucked up
The fuck's up?
Chess is home, once again y'all finna get the best of NOME
Skin complexion on the Create A Player, it's time to set the tone
Roc, I'm so ready now
My revolver is mean, I stuff shells, like quarters in the washing machine
They don't even peep how I load metal rounds
Settle down
Or the piece that I got will have pieces of Roc on his fellas now
I Will Smith him, and have his body parts on other people like Seven Pounds
BLAOW, when I shot the god, the kickback caught me by surprise, I gotta aim steady now
I threw up the first, but y'all know I'm great for the second round
Catch him doly, cause I don't want nobody else to witness
Silencer, boy I stuck my nose in it like somebody else's business
What made you think you could fuck with Chess?
I'm known to put someone in check
You better come correct
I won't hesitate to handle Roc(k), like I'm better with my stutter step
I'ma gonna catch a body when I dump the TEC
I mean literally, catch A body when I dump the TEC
I start from the top of his head to his fuckin' neck
Then shoot his fuckin' chest, his stomach next
Then hit Roc(k) bottom, he got nothin' left
His dome splatter, bullet proof, won't matter when it can't save you from ya death
Cans bust, Stone Cold, his whole skull on his fuckin' vest
Glocks will spray and I can show you how that rifle play
He said I'm not good on his block
That's cool, my shot good from a block away
Honest Tay, you are average, I am great
I mean, Roc got his own sauce but he don't rhyme this way
And I'm feelin' like 'Pac today
Pay attention, there's a difference in the Juice I got, nigga concentrate
A classic ain't what I'm tryin' to make
I don't care how they rate bodies, I'm here to increase the body rate
Or I can get wifey to give a long range shot to Tay
You got me bae?
Lose your Stacks and Drugz, soon as my Queens shoot from far Roc away (Rockaway)
Nah! (x16)
I got the K on Roc like I'm spellin' it the proper way
Speakin' of K, who the fuck said Shine was safe?
I take blood money then pop the tre
His skull on the barrel, for that green, slime'll get heated up like toxic waste
He's gon' try to convince y'all that my lines is fake
And that's cool, y'all can try to hate
I told SMACK I use a bottle to make a bowl, he felt for me, that's how I got this plate
SMACK, fuck these old shitty niggas, it's our time
Roc, you better off lettin' your younger stars shine
I mean Ave the most dangerous nigga in y'all squad
Even standin' next to Brizz made you look average bar wise
Cause everything was light until you partnered with Darkside
I'm not a Dot, but in a row I got mob ties
If y'all gas him, I'll give him the kid, not the car kind
Your fat ass hype man, better not even react to a hard line
Cause these bullets go in and out of skinny niggas and the large kind
Through thick and thin, that's why it stay with me through the hard times
Them hard times made a youngin' feel like he in Hell yo, had to survive
Ain't want mama to see me in jail though
They bust every heavy drug open, lil' nigga had the bud flowin'
I didn't need to sell coke, see I didn't have (half) to face white, Reepah Rell flow
But leave (leaf) it to me to line him up; Adidas Shelltoe
This nigga's pussy and he's a frail hoe
Talkin' like he's gonna creep up wit' his heater, hell no
We ain't seen Roc put an arm on Chess (chest) since the People's Elbow
He got gun bars, nigga my gun's real
I wanna pick a fight witchu, just to dump steel
Build up a wall, try to cross this line, bet I'll do you worse than Trump will
Two .9's out of the pants go BLAOW
This gun done, I'ma let this other can' go (Kangol) wild
One stopped blackin', the other went crazy; Raven Symone/Orlando Brown
He done son, drag him out, dump guns, clap his scalp
Open up Roc(k) wit' a dum dum; Patrick's house
The fuck is he mad about? Cause I'm touchin' on him?
Extended clip, to his top, I'm gonna bust it on him
Monkey bars, that ladder over his head if I come across him
See I hate when they don't catch lines
Y'all just gon' view an arm goin' over Roc like I'm quotin' one of Ave's lines
Who thought I lost to Mr. Straight Like That?....that's fine
Y'all know what else straight like that? His flatline
T slippin', he ain't nothin' but another Cave victim
Just the truth, respect ya youth, fuck the age difference
I finished him with crazy bars, that's good riddance from great writtens
Body after body after body, I'm shape-shiftin'
Cake Lyfe
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