[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Wale dreads is something you gotta deal with
Wake Flocka, Chief Keef and the nigga in the wheelchair from Oz
You look like a thousand niggas and that's real shit
Now I don't know if you gang banging or you joking
But how is your best friend a Blood and you still Crip?
That gotta be one of the lamest groups
You fake ass Game and Snoop
See when you have a son
Here's some shit your little man gon' have to deal with
Now around the age of 6 he gon' think he's five
He gon' come home like, "What up Blood?"
You gon' get mad and sit him in the corner real quick
So now you punishing your little man for trying to be his godfather and that ain't real shit
See you're a school bus driver, well stay in your lane before that steel spit
Cause when that tool out, that shit'll take your school out
If any nigga on your field trip
Damn I just threw a hail mary on like 1st and 10, that was a good call
You wanna play hardball brother? Pause
I'ma coach him like the Harbaugh Brothers
Let's talk football, if your man Shotgun play
I'm picking a shotgun play or I'ma grab the fifth
He run the wrong route and get picked off cause he's sad as shit
My bullets hit bird niggas like Flacco when he accurate
I use 49'ers to hit this crab tree like Kaepernick
Hold up, you know what?
I got a different way of telling your game
You'll see helicopters with hella choppers, I propeller your frame
They'll find Surf next to Suge with a shell in his brain
And then find O next to Ars' like I saw spelling his name
What you gon' tell a bunch of lies?
Like how I lost to Serius, right?
Well why you paying me to battle after that? Let's be serious, right
What I was supposed to do?
Go hard and take him serious, right?
Why should I? When he don't even spell the word "serious" right
Darell Jones, you're not a man, you get compared to a dyke
Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act, even your hair is alike
I'm in your Blood's house, putting the beam on ya kids, I be airing the pipe
It'll be little Blood's all over the pad like a bitch when her period light
Arsonal Da Pebble you not that nice
You just happen to battle the right people
Grind Time you was the man
Taking on midgets and thousands of white people
You play the bully role with them
And that's the shit that be getting me heated
Since you hate midgets, this next one is for my nigga Conceited
I dare him to front, I'ma put him in the corner, straight back him down
Poke your chin out, I got a Rocket, shit look like I'm packing Yao
Wait, slow it down, I just dissed him, bring it back around
I said I got a Rocket, shit look like I'm packing Yao
Everything I rap is wild, like why would you even doubt and test?
Ars', when it comes to bars, it's like I'm serving life
Why would you doubt the best?
When my niggas come home, they'll be all in his crib
Even the mouse gets stretched
So when that thing come off the ankle, bow, the whole house arrest
Speaking of house, that reminds me, I got a little prediction
You gon' flip my "guess which room I'm in" scheme
Say I'm fat, that I'm in the kitchen
Well just remember, you gotta flow my scheme, don't try to talk it
You could sink trying to play in that kitchen so don't you force it (faucet)
If I see your hand reaching for a can, I'ma draw a knife and start stabbing it
You ain't got a car, you broke my nigga, we know you cabbing it (cabinet)
Me and your girl spooning cause she know I wear the iller gear
All I rock is white gold, Ars', you see silver? Where?
Silverware, white gold, spooning? Come on Ars' you so late
How you owning your own league but your breath stink, get your gold straight
Aye Hollow, I aim with the Scope, wash his mouth with an '08
So for brushing me wrong I'ma send him up to that cold gate (Colgate)
Aye UW, why you put a fucking Walkman against an iPod?
Fendi against Fubu? Polo to an Izod?
This ain't even my city, I got Jersey like "My God!"
This the lightest I ever went, just imagine if I try hard
Round 1 man
Wale dreads is something you gotta deal with
Wake Flocka, Chief Keef and the nigga in the wheelchair from Oz
You look like a thousand niggas and that's real shit
Now I don't know if you gang banging or you joking
But how is your best friend a Blood and you still Crip?
That gotta be one of the lamest groups
You fake ass Game and Snoop
See when you have a son
Here's some shit your little man gon' have to deal with
Now around the age of 6 he gon' think he's five
He gon' come home like, "What up Blood?"
You gon' get mad and sit him in the corner real quick
So now you punishing your little man for trying to be his godfather and that ain't real shit
See you're a school bus driver, well stay in your lane before that steel spit
Cause when that tool out, that shit'll take your school out
If any nigga on your field trip
Damn I just threw a hail mary on like 1st and 10, that was a good call
You wanna play hardball brother? Pause
I'ma coach him like the Harbaugh Brothers
Let's talk football, if your man Shotgun play
I'm picking a shotgun play or I'ma grab the fifth
He run the wrong route and get picked off cause he's sad as shit
My bullets hit bird niggas like Flacco when he accurate
I use 49'ers to hit this crab tree like Kaepernick
Hold up, you know what?
I got a different way of telling your game
You'll see helicopters with hella choppers, I propeller your frame
They'll find Surf next to Suge with a shell in his brain
And then find O next to Ars' like I saw spelling his name
What you gon' tell a bunch of lies?
Like how I lost to Serius, right?
Well why you paying me to battle after that? Let's be serious, right
What I was supposed to do?
Go hard and take him serious, right?
Why should I? When he don't even spell the word "serious" right
Darell Jones, you're not a man, you get compared to a dyke
Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act, even your hair is alike
I'm in your Blood's house, putting the beam on ya kids, I be airing the pipe
It'll be little Blood's all over the pad like a bitch when her period light
Arsonal Da Pebble you not that nice
You just happen to battle the right people
Grind Time you was the man
Taking on midgets and thousands of white people
You play the bully role with them
And that's the shit that be getting me heated
Since you hate midgets, this next one is for my nigga Conceited
I dare him to front, I'ma put him in the corner, straight back him down
Poke your chin out, I got a Rocket, shit look like I'm packing Yao
Wait, slow it down, I just dissed him, bring it back around
I said I got a Rocket, shit look like I'm packing Yao
Everything I rap is wild, like why would you even doubt and test?
Ars', when it comes to bars, it's like I'm serving life
Why would you doubt the best?
When my niggas come home, they'll be all in his crib
Even the mouse gets stretched
So when that thing come off the ankle, bow, the whole house arrest
Speaking of house, that reminds me, I got a little prediction
You gon' flip my "guess which room I'm in" scheme
Say I'm fat, that I'm in the kitchen
Well just remember, you gotta flow my scheme, don't try to talk it
You could sink trying to play in that kitchen so don't you force it (faucet)
If I see your hand reaching for a can, I'ma draw a knife and start stabbing it
You ain't got a car, you broke my nigga, we know you cabbing it (cabinet)
Me and your girl spooning cause she know I wear the iller gear
All I rock is white gold, Ars', you see silver? Where?
Silverware, white gold, spooning? Come on Ars' you so late
How you owning your own league but your breath stink, get your gold straight
Aye Hollow, I aim with the Scope, wash his mouth with an '08
So for brushing me wrong I'ma send him up to that cold gate (Colgate)
Aye UW, why you put a fucking Walkman against an iPod?
Fendi against Fubu? Polo to an Izod?
This ain't even my city, I got Jersey like "My God!"
This the lightest I ever went, just imagine if I try hard
Round 1 man
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