[Round 1: JC]
They asked me what I think about Surf
Surf let's play Swear To God
Swear To God, that because of you when niggas get to chokin' we just don't think of Surf
No Swear To God, the beef and backstory to yo' biggest battle versus Hitman wasn't pre-rehearsed
No, swear to God you didn't shit on Eazy and tell us the Fresh Prince directors tried to reach you first
No, Swear To God, you didn't do all them battles last year cause that PPP shit backfired and you needed work
Nigga, Swear To God, but mean it first
You so fuckin' fraud y'all forgot the bitch he is
He did all that talkin' 'bout who little and not callin' out the middle man
A nigga get a big name and a tomb change, like All About The Benjamins
I guess you know what you signed up for
This shit 'bout to be bad for ya business
And if attackin' an image is a chess move, why do you pawns get to the other side and start actin' like bitches?
Niggas this actually a scrimmage
But even the Devil Grandson got to look up to JC and ask for forgiveness
And that's exactly why I'm here
This is the face of a nigga lookin' to kill
He respond to all them Twitter shots, but when an op nigga shot it wasn't took to the field
I used to think Surf responded to every shot
Well that's unless the bullets are real
Who really pussy?
You plenty pussy
Follow all them trannies on IG, Surf them bitches don't got any pussy
You so confused in the facts of life
Is the nigga who took the shots don't got braggin' rights
You tryin' to sell a real nigga so fuckin' bad, that shit is a problem
Instead of buildin' shit from the bottom
He steal and capitalize from the niggas around him
He even stole the "I stole this" idea for his merch
The nigga's a problem
Surg got his hands on everything...except the niggas that shot him
What happened with that?
Why don't you brag about that?
Oh I'm sure it hit different
Cause the nigga in Atlanta now, he done went missin'
Big bitches outta Jersey, avoidin' that tre in the A like Ben Simmons
I'm just glad you made it, but what do you stand for?
You'd rather be a fashion statement than an actual statement
This is why I plot on your souls
Another notch on the polls
If this is Goliath attacking David, I'm puttin' Roc(k) on his skull
Nigga yo' team? A joke
I fuck with Chess and Eazy though, it's no beef fo' sho'
But the moment we catch Roc(k), the peace (piece) get broke
But you called my phone and shit showed up as "Scam likely"
And that's cause it's a new one you tryin' every week
You catch a fan of yours and fry 'em in the street
My moms always told me, "Ain't shit in this world worse than a liar and a thief"
You guilty of both
And it wasn't until the Midnight Madness ship started sinkin' they realized you didn't even get in the boat
You pussy
And they notice it, we know it's lit
I walk in with the hammer on you bitches like I'm Overton
And they know the spin come before the kick like the godfather of soul befo' the split
Nigga Yung Ill vs. Con', that mean I hold the clips
Deuce deuce, Vulcan grip
I tote this bitch
I'm only here for Surf dominion and it literally got Cola piss
With you? It's just gibberish
No penmanship
Just fake stories for you to utilize with a new surprise and if it's up to you, the lies are fo' yo' benefit
Say it ain't true
In and out the ring it's the same moves
He even claim a street who, 2,800 miles from the one that raised you
That whole scene to me is dirty
None of them streets you see in Jersey
But he got 60 on his back
Y'all don't even know the half, he didn't even see it 'til he was 30
Nothin' about you solid bitch
It's obvious
I can't think of a place I met a (meta) nigga this fake, not even on the Oculus
The problem is, even though you give me that home cool feel, the Judge ain't here to politic
It's just ball heads, common sense
School dance, it's prom in it (prominence)
But how a Crip turn a trip to Compton into an accomplishment?
How a bitch point out every battle rap slave
But the one who need his chains for acknowledgement?
Lux would probably say, "That's healthy"
I'ma say you got me sick
Stuck in battle rap, talkin' down on everybody else
Just waitin' to see Con' descend (condescend)
It won't happen
You just another nigga in Titled feelin' entitled
Well bitch, the length of the clip rival ten Bibles
It's a big shot, big Glocks, heavy metal
Will I slip? Not (Slipknot)
It's time to move, and judging on how you Titles move
Y'all gon' hold the door for us so get Roc(k)ed
Bitch it is body bags at every battle
Make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
Cause it is only round one
They asked me what I think about Surf
Surf let's play Swear To God
Swear To God, that because of you when niggas get to chokin' we just don't think of Surf
No Swear To God, the beef and backstory to yo' biggest battle versus Hitman wasn't pre-rehearsed
No, swear to God you didn't shit on Eazy and tell us the Fresh Prince directors tried to reach you first
No, Swear To God, you didn't do all them battles last year cause that PPP shit backfired and you needed work
Nigga, Swear To God, but mean it first
You so fuckin' fraud y'all forgot the bitch he is
He did all that talkin' 'bout who little and not callin' out the middle man
A nigga get a big name and a tomb change, like All About The Benjamins
I guess you know what you signed up for
This shit 'bout to be bad for ya business
And if attackin' an image is a chess move, why do you pawns get to the other side and start actin' like bitches?
Niggas this actually a scrimmage
But even the Devil Grandson got to look up to JC and ask for forgiveness
And that's exactly why I'm here
This is the face of a nigga lookin' to kill
He respond to all them Twitter shots, but when an op nigga shot it wasn't took to the field
I used to think Surf responded to every shot
Well that's unless the bullets are real
Who really pussy?
You plenty pussy
Follow all them trannies on IG, Surf them bitches don't got any pussy
You so confused in the facts of life
Is the nigga who took the shots don't got braggin' rights
You tryin' to sell a real nigga so fuckin' bad, that shit is a problem
Instead of buildin' shit from the bottom
He steal and capitalize from the niggas around him
He even stole the "I stole this" idea for his merch
The nigga's a problem
Surg got his hands on everything...except the niggas that shot him
What happened with that?
Why don't you brag about that?
Oh I'm sure it hit different
Cause the nigga in Atlanta now, he done went missin'
Big bitches outta Jersey, avoidin' that tre in the A like Ben Simmons
I'm just glad you made it, but what do you stand for?
You'd rather be a fashion statement than an actual statement
This is why I plot on your souls
Another notch on the polls
If this is Goliath attacking David, I'm puttin' Roc(k) on his skull
Nigga yo' team? A joke
I fuck with Chess and Eazy though, it's no beef fo' sho'
But the moment we catch Roc(k), the peace (piece) get broke
But you called my phone and shit showed up as "Scam likely"
And that's cause it's a new one you tryin' every week
You catch a fan of yours and fry 'em in the street
My moms always told me, "Ain't shit in this world worse than a liar and a thief"
You guilty of both
And it wasn't until the Midnight Madness ship started sinkin' they realized you didn't even get in the boat
You pussy
And they notice it, we know it's lit
I walk in with the hammer on you bitches like I'm Overton
And they know the spin come before the kick like the godfather of soul befo' the split
Nigga Yung Ill vs. Con', that mean I hold the clips
Deuce deuce, Vulcan grip
I tote this bitch
I'm only here for Surf dominion and it literally got Cola piss
With you? It's just gibberish
No penmanship
Just fake stories for you to utilize with a new surprise and if it's up to you, the lies are fo' yo' benefit
Say it ain't true
In and out the ring it's the same moves
He even claim a street who, 2,800 miles from the one that raised you
That whole scene to me is dirty
None of them streets you see in Jersey
But he got 60 on his back
Y'all don't even know the half, he didn't even see it 'til he was 30
Nothin' about you solid bitch
It's obvious
I can't think of a place I met a (meta) nigga this fake, not even on the Oculus
The problem is, even though you give me that home cool feel, the Judge ain't here to politic
It's just ball heads, common sense
School dance, it's prom in it (prominence)
But how a Crip turn a trip to Compton into an accomplishment?
How a bitch point out every battle rap slave
But the one who need his chains for acknowledgement?
Lux would probably say, "That's healthy"
I'ma say you got me sick
Stuck in battle rap, talkin' down on everybody else
Just waitin' to see Con' descend (condescend)
It won't happen
You just another nigga in Titled feelin' entitled
Well bitch, the length of the clip rival ten Bibles
It's a big shot, big Glocks, heavy metal
Will I slip? Not (Slipknot)
It's time to move, and judging on how you Titles move
Y'all gon' hold the door for us so get Roc(k)ed
Bitch it is body bags at every battle
Make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet
Cause it is only round one
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