[Round 1: Mike P]
You two years early
Askin' for my return to me, indeed...was daring
I get you clear 30'd
You simple son, you sweet, no need to be up fearing
I feel disrespected when they say you anything like me
I mean to me there's no comparing
You got a lotta holes in ya game Sikh
And as this battle progressed
Now that a star's over you they will become glaring
Snub airing
BANG!
Hittin' his guts with somethin' barbaric
BANG!
Blood mixed with is substance
Cut his head into his lap, did his shit like a pumpkin
Swear to God you'd have thrown up seeing Sikh (sick) to his stomach!
This kid is nothin'
And after this? Well they ain't gon' want you
Playin' will haunt you
I done made the grеatest feel awful
Did you overlook me!?
WOULD-BE!
PUSSY!
ROOKIE!
I'll slap thе training wheels off you!
Off you
It's the wrong move, get back to your post
I'm a god writer, hard-wired, I rap from the mold
You beat Magic
Only accomplishment from that is ya quotes
You a COVID baby, Sikh
You benefit off of attacking the old
Rap wit' a GOAT
All greatness, jaw break him
White boy, Molotov your whip, the car Cajun (Caucasian)
Kick in the door, AR sprayin'
Ya time's up
Tick-tock (TikTok), kid
You got a Renegade in ya crib...with arms wavin'!
You? Should've no showed
Too late, alright, slide, with a surprisingly low fo' fo'
BANG!
Unto the heavens you go bro
He died young
Caught a .45 in ya 20s: what an old soul
The only news we got from Black Compass? Should've watched his Tone Bro
Who convinced you? I'm the one to go all out with
You a warm out, just stretch the arms out, this all about chips
This shit the world to you, you're just a contract I ball out with
This ain't my job Punjabi, it's a hobby
I ain't obligated to call out Sikh (sick)
I want bodies
Italian god make y'all zombies
100 round drum but five were sent
That's 5%, the God Body
Mind scrambled
I can end this all with a .9 handled
You try and creep?
You ever play Warzone? The slide cancelled
You two years early
Askin' for my return to me, indeed...was daring
I get you clear 30'd
You simple son, you sweet, no need to be up fearing
I feel disrespected when they say you anything like me
I mean to me there's no comparing
You got a lotta holes in ya game Sikh
And as this battle progressed
Now that a star's over you they will become glaring
Snub airing
BANG!
Hittin' his guts with somethin' barbaric
BANG!
Blood mixed with is substance
Cut his head into his lap, did his shit like a pumpkin
Swear to God you'd have thrown up seeing Sikh (sick) to his stomach!
This kid is nothin'
And after this? Well they ain't gon' want you
Playin' will haunt you
I done made the grеatest feel awful
Did you overlook me!?
WOULD-BE!
PUSSY!
ROOKIE!
I'll slap thе training wheels off you!
Off you
It's the wrong move, get back to your post
I'm a god writer, hard-wired, I rap from the mold
You beat Magic
Only accomplishment from that is ya quotes
You a COVID baby, Sikh
You benefit off of attacking the old
Rap wit' a GOAT
All greatness, jaw break him
White boy, Molotov your whip, the car Cajun (Caucasian)
Kick in the door, AR sprayin'
Ya time's up
Tick-tock (TikTok), kid
You got a Renegade in ya crib...with arms wavin'!
You? Should've no showed
Too late, alright, slide, with a surprisingly low fo' fo'
BANG!
Unto the heavens you go bro
He died young
Caught a .45 in ya 20s: what an old soul
The only news we got from Black Compass? Should've watched his Tone Bro
Who convinced you? I'm the one to go all out with
You a warm out, just stretch the arms out, this all about chips
This shit the world to you, you're just a contract I ball out with
This ain't my job Punjabi, it's a hobby
I ain't obligated to call out Sikh (sick)
I want bodies
Italian god make y'all zombies
100 round drum but five were sent
That's 5%, the God Body
Mind scrambled
I can end this all with a .9 handled
You try and creep?
You ever play Warzone? The slide cancelled
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