[Round 1: Sheed Happens]
"You had one job
Ayo Sheed. You really pissed me off
That rehearsing shit was not planned"
Man
Damn
Hustle
Why would you insist we spar?
Aww
I had the fans in my palm
Wishing me luck on my all my endeavors
And then the tabloids read
Bold said, "Hustle and Sheed are sparing together."
All I seen where Tweets that were mean
The YouTube/Caffeine comments, no better
You know I even read a nigga wished I was dead
I saw that on a "fuck you" thread like Conor McGregor
That ain't common from hecklers
If I said it ain't bothеr Sheed I'd be a goddamn liar
I got some advice from two vеts that y'all respect that's higher
Did I learn anything? No!
Cause deep down I'm thinkin', "My rounds cool. But I bet his rounds fire."
I told him, "Let's go 'head and practice outside. And run these rounds right by ya!"
Fire!
Headshot; Mariah
Then I ditched the Cannon
Got Chaos all in the head, now he's schizophrenic
It cause instant damage
Look
I know you've got a pen but outta the bottle a Klonopin
I don't know what your plans are
But after you take two of these
You're going to have to manager your madness like Anwar
Or is it "Onwar"?
Fuck it, I grab the gun at the arm bar
And put the small arm in the arm part of the Dodge Dart
Skirt off in an armed car
Your location? How did you know that like Nardwuar?
The dot, the scope
It resemble a symbol of Wal-Mart
Leg across the face, and pull, it's an armbar
Gettin' blood off the floor and his door is the hard part
All spark
Get Chaos all over Swamp, like Lord Farquaad
Question
Have you ever seen a dual mag?
That bitch wouldn't clip on
It point both ways, I had to tell 'em, "Put that shit on."
The block I've been on
We from South Carolina
Aight, I'm down there where y'all live
With a big ass AR
Swear to God, don't believe me? I put that on my kids
Slide, with somethin' in the chamber
Autotrader
I'll flip the whip, and really spray the can
Then lose the arm, like AngryFan
Damn
Smack, why y'all even pay this man?
Y'all thinkin' he authentic I'm thinkin' he too long-winded
I'm 'bout to knock off the knock off B. Dot but this guy ain't augmented
I even off children
That's usually a boundary I wouldn't cross
But tonight, Kid ain't off limits
They put you next to, Mr. Disrespectful, cause you had the wrong image
URL couldn't even understand ya bars
They had to put that Ars' in it
You be sayin' way too much to get to the punch
We be like, "He rhymin' still?
Setup long as hell
Samuel
Look Kid, we ain't got the Time To Kill
Always talkin' through people's rounds
But a child can't hide his emotions, that's how they feel
We see right through Chaos defense, it's a riot shield
I'm surprised you don't get any pushback, you can't keep gettin' by for real
Keep callin' yourself a God
Look, he get that shit from all you veterans
I would've knocked out a tooth
Leave the boy a mute
We could've did this in a Volume setting
You are not the God Of War Kid, a tre is (Atreus) all you gettin'
Won't argue wit' him
Don't wanna hear nothin' when this coward talk
We step wit' switches, it's a power walk
I was at Sam's Club, gettin' bullets, buy mines in bulk
That's when I found my boy
Ironic he was with Swamp
Lackin' with no equipment and I'm in the aisle by the sports
Shots fired, customer services parent there, filing reports
Paging Kid, over the intercom, "Miss. How did you lose your child in the store?"
Shots fired
Aye ya Kid ever throw a temper tantrum?
"Miss. Get ya Kid off the floor!"
.4!
Silencer, I beat nobody hear my rounds no more
Time
Come get ya muthafuckin' Trophies!
"You had one job
Ayo Sheed. You really pissed me off
That rehearsing shit was not planned"
Man
Damn
Hustle
Why would you insist we spar?
Aww
I had the fans in my palm
Wishing me luck on my all my endeavors
And then the tabloids read
Bold said, "Hustle and Sheed are sparing together."
All I seen where Tweets that were mean
The YouTube/Caffeine comments, no better
You know I even read a nigga wished I was dead
I saw that on a "fuck you" thread like Conor McGregor
That ain't common from hecklers
If I said it ain't bothеr Sheed I'd be a goddamn liar
I got some advice from two vеts that y'all respect that's higher
Did I learn anything? No!
Cause deep down I'm thinkin', "My rounds cool. But I bet his rounds fire."
I told him, "Let's go 'head and practice outside. And run these rounds right by ya!"
Fire!
Headshot; Mariah
Then I ditched the Cannon
Got Chaos all in the head, now he's schizophrenic
It cause instant damage
Look
I know you've got a pen but outta the bottle a Klonopin
I don't know what your plans are
But after you take two of these
You're going to have to manager your madness like Anwar
Or is it "Onwar"?
Fuck it, I grab the gun at the arm bar
And put the small arm in the arm part of the Dodge Dart
Skirt off in an armed car
Your location? How did you know that like Nardwuar?
The dot, the scope
It resemble a symbol of Wal-Mart
Leg across the face, and pull, it's an armbar
Gettin' blood off the floor and his door is the hard part
All spark
Get Chaos all over Swamp, like Lord Farquaad
Question
Have you ever seen a dual mag?
That bitch wouldn't clip on
It point both ways, I had to tell 'em, "Put that shit on."
The block I've been on
We from South Carolina
Aight, I'm down there where y'all live
With a big ass AR
Swear to God, don't believe me? I put that on my kids
Slide, with somethin' in the chamber
Autotrader
I'll flip the whip, and really spray the can
Then lose the arm, like AngryFan
Damn
Smack, why y'all even pay this man?
Y'all thinkin' he authentic I'm thinkin' he too long-winded
I'm 'bout to knock off the knock off B. Dot but this guy ain't augmented
I even off children
That's usually a boundary I wouldn't cross
But tonight, Kid ain't off limits
They put you next to, Mr. Disrespectful, cause you had the wrong image
URL couldn't even understand ya bars
They had to put that Ars' in it
You be sayin' way too much to get to the punch
We be like, "He rhymin' still?
Setup long as hell
Samuel
Look Kid, we ain't got the Time To Kill
Always talkin' through people's rounds
But a child can't hide his emotions, that's how they feel
We see right through Chaos defense, it's a riot shield
I'm surprised you don't get any pushback, you can't keep gettin' by for real
Keep callin' yourself a God
Look, he get that shit from all you veterans
I would've knocked out a tooth
Leave the boy a mute
We could've did this in a Volume setting
You are not the God Of War Kid, a tre is (Atreus) all you gettin'
Won't argue wit' him
Don't wanna hear nothin' when this coward talk
We step wit' switches, it's a power walk
I was at Sam's Club, gettin' bullets, buy mines in bulk
That's when I found my boy
Ironic he was with Swamp
Lackin' with no equipment and I'm in the aisle by the sports
Shots fired, customer services parent there, filing reports
Paging Kid, over the intercom, "Miss. How did you lose your child in the store?"
Shots fired
Aye ya Kid ever throw a temper tantrum?
"Miss. Get ya Kid off the floor!"
.4!
Silencer, I beat nobody hear my rounds no more
Time
Come get ya muthafuckin' Trophies!
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