[Round 1: Chef Trez]
Yo, I say, you know neither one of us gon' lose right? We both gon' win
I mean, you’ll battle anybody, I’ll battle anybody, you back on Smack, I'm back on Smack, you Writers Bloque, I'm Writers Bloque... Nigga, we twins!
But where we separate, I won't clown you for, and that's your dance issues
Nigga, the revolver got a spin with a kick: I'm tryna dance with you!
We was raised different, the shit we go through day to day different
God told you get baptized, he told me to get a gun, we was saved different
A savage, I am one, young hothead with a handgun
Send him to God
He'll be facing the light like Mike P with the man bun
You want war, hell, I'm at his whip when he with his gang 'bout to spark shells
But y'all snitches, so y'all can get beheaded if anyone in that car tell (cartel)
How he a killer? If he don't play his part well
You don't hold weight on either side: you not a barbell
You had nothing to market, no brand
As far as writing good, what have you done, J? Nothin'!
But I got known off of branding like DeAndre dunkin'
And I see how niggas like "ehhh" I'm kinda cool with it, like y'all ain't really see how I’m going off
Like mid-round rebuttals, I can do this shit 'cause I’m showing off
Like, ain't Saga a Christian? So hold on to that 'cause y'all believe he beastin'
But any nigga with him, they’ll get popped if they think he decent
Like I make a mess in front of JC's mans on stage
That's Tink tha Demon!
But you say a Stephen Curry bar every battle, that shit not working
You never switch it up, THAT'S why they criticize the form when the shot perfect!
But they put a battery in your back like they tryna get the clock workin'
Well, I'm Glock-squirtin', I got money and guns
A band and a (bandana) nose ringin': it's the 'Pac version
You want me to put your spine in front of you
And send you back to the future when shots pourin' from the ratchet?
Or you wanna get your body stretched from the arm when I clap it?
Or right before you start dancin', tilt your head with a cap and put four in your basket?
That's three options, you can get it like Michael, J... that's Fox, Jordan, or Jackson!
I proved I can hang here a few times, you didn't
And everybody saying crack the reason Yung Ill ain't been back, well it's a few victims
'Cause I still haven't forgot how Roc had you missin'
I mean we all seen it, they dropped you from the league, I know you gotta care
It was like the biblical days when Jesus got stones threw at him, ‘cause the second JC saw Roc, he was outta there!
Smack gon' get this bastard murked
See my last bout? Well, I'mma drag him worse
Clip pop, shit still leakin; out after the kid drop, it's after-birth
I'll drag him to the middle of his city while he dead, that's how a savage work
All you gon' here about is JC dyin' like a Baptist church!
Free the homie NHB Mills!
I'm sure that's how you feel, of course
Bro be behind you every battle, giving you real support
That's my bro too, so I scream "Free Mills!" before I spark a shot
Then release the mil' like bro got his charges dropped
Personally I don't give a fuck about Julian or any Carter
I had a truth by me
He the size of Blue Ivy: just a mini Carter
He don't bear shit or be with bears, bitch, who you tryna convince you a grizzly, Carter?
I'll have 30 niggas pistol-whip you, like... 30 9's (39th) press a dent (president) in your shit: now you Jimmy Carter
You battle with random niggas and vets, I even seen you flowin' in the Cage
But your career was at a standstill, you wasn't getting closer to the greats
'Til you joined the Bloque, now you Super Mario, now notice he relates
He must have been on 'shrooms jumping to the Bloque, 'cause now we see him growing on the stage!
You went to war with a few members, but now it's my turn to get you
But you coming back, so they say it's a lesson I'mma learn against you
Well, did the sky crack? Did he come here on a white horse?
Did the trumpets go off? Did the fire burn and hit you?
No? So, how the fuck is JC's return official!?
I got gifted ways, but a lot of the shit I've seen let the kid rage
So be a killer or get killed but you still got to pick a way
So mask up, get a blade or grip the spray
Be equipped with Ks, it's just advice
Either he can purge or he lying after the fifth get raised!
I bring BL4 back to life, just to show you how you could get slaughtered
We don't see the franchise you built: you'll never make it in Brooklyn, Carter!
Yo, I say, you know neither one of us gon' lose right? We both gon' win
I mean, you’ll battle anybody, I’ll battle anybody, you back on Smack, I'm back on Smack, you Writers Bloque, I'm Writers Bloque... Nigga, we twins!
But where we separate, I won't clown you for, and that's your dance issues
Nigga, the revolver got a spin with a kick: I'm tryna dance with you!
We was raised different, the shit we go through day to day different
God told you get baptized, he told me to get a gun, we was saved different
A savage, I am one, young hothead with a handgun
Send him to God
He'll be facing the light like Mike P with the man bun
You want war, hell, I'm at his whip when he with his gang 'bout to spark shells
But y'all snitches, so y'all can get beheaded if anyone in that car tell (cartel)
How he a killer? If he don't play his part well
You don't hold weight on either side: you not a barbell
You had nothing to market, no brand
As far as writing good, what have you done, J? Nothin'!
But I got known off of branding like DeAndre dunkin'
And I see how niggas like "ehhh" I'm kinda cool with it, like y'all ain't really see how I’m going off
Like mid-round rebuttals, I can do this shit 'cause I’m showing off
Like, ain't Saga a Christian? So hold on to that 'cause y'all believe he beastin'
But any nigga with him, they’ll get popped if they think he decent
Like I make a mess in front of JC's mans on stage
That's Tink tha Demon!
But you say a Stephen Curry bar every battle, that shit not working
You never switch it up, THAT'S why they criticize the form when the shot perfect!
But they put a battery in your back like they tryna get the clock workin'
Well, I'm Glock-squirtin', I got money and guns
A band and a (bandana) nose ringin': it's the 'Pac version
You want me to put your spine in front of you
And send you back to the future when shots pourin' from the ratchet?
Or you wanna get your body stretched from the arm when I clap it?
Or right before you start dancin', tilt your head with a cap and put four in your basket?
That's three options, you can get it like Michael, J... that's Fox, Jordan, or Jackson!
I proved I can hang here a few times, you didn't
And everybody saying crack the reason Yung Ill ain't been back, well it's a few victims
'Cause I still haven't forgot how Roc had you missin'
I mean we all seen it, they dropped you from the league, I know you gotta care
It was like the biblical days when Jesus got stones threw at him, ‘cause the second JC saw Roc, he was outta there!
Smack gon' get this bastard murked
See my last bout? Well, I'mma drag him worse
Clip pop, shit still leakin; out after the kid drop, it's after-birth
I'll drag him to the middle of his city while he dead, that's how a savage work
All you gon' here about is JC dyin' like a Baptist church!
Free the homie NHB Mills!
I'm sure that's how you feel, of course
Bro be behind you every battle, giving you real support
That's my bro too, so I scream "Free Mills!" before I spark a shot
Then release the mil' like bro got his charges dropped
Personally I don't give a fuck about Julian or any Carter
I had a truth by me
He the size of Blue Ivy: just a mini Carter
He don't bear shit or be with bears, bitch, who you tryna convince you a grizzly, Carter?
I'll have 30 niggas pistol-whip you, like... 30 9's (39th) press a dent (president) in your shit: now you Jimmy Carter
You battle with random niggas and vets, I even seen you flowin' in the Cage
But your career was at a standstill, you wasn't getting closer to the greats
'Til you joined the Bloque, now you Super Mario, now notice he relates
He must have been on 'shrooms jumping to the Bloque, 'cause now we see him growing on the stage!
You went to war with a few members, but now it's my turn to get you
But you coming back, so they say it's a lesson I'mma learn against you
Well, did the sky crack? Did he come here on a white horse?
Did the trumpets go off? Did the fire burn and hit you?
No? So, how the fuck is JC's return official!?
I got gifted ways, but a lot of the shit I've seen let the kid rage
So be a killer or get killed but you still got to pick a way
So mask up, get a blade or grip the spray
Be equipped with Ks, it's just advice
Either he can purge or he lying after the fifth get raised!
I bring BL4 back to life, just to show you how you could get slaughtered
We don't see the franchise you built: you'll never make it in Brooklyn, Carter!
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