Geechi Gotti vs. Illmac The Riot Network (Ft. Geechi Gotti & Illmac)

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
Ayy, we got Geechi Gotti—
I'ma go first, man
You know, hospitality
I can't even really say nutn bad aboutchu
Fo' sho', we was bros
It just we got two different lifestyles, but sometime, that's how it goes
You come from the suburbs
I come from the trenches, crack rock, and stoves
I'm talkin' shoot-outs, trap house, and hoes
My first mission, I had a MAC-10
I shot up the whole block like I ain't had control
Just sayin', my MAC was ill too
I had to learn how to blow the nose
Toe-to-toe, you don't even want none, brodie
This shit real
I grew up seein' homies get killed
I'm talkin' some of us wanted to get shot too so wе could know how the shit feel
It's fucked up, but it's a reality, Ill
Talkin' court casеs
Imagine how our families feel
This lifestyle'll have some of us actually ill
You gotta wish us well
I'm talkin' niggas doin' so many prison terms, they throw up at the thought of them cages
They got sick of cells
This shit for real
I wasn't even gon' show up and be a poor sport, but I'm here to show the separation like divorce court
Let it ring off
Let the shit peel
When the bullets hit the floor, it sound like raindrops hittin' yo' windshield
You shoulda been killed
I made you wait
You almost missed ya turn
I'm talkin' about put a gun to his grandpa face
Turn
Let it click and turn
Old nigga was like, "What type of gun is that?"
I said, "It's a Springfield, OG, like Mr. Burns"
When will you niggas learn?
It's a difference between you and my pressure
I'm top-tier
You ain't even in my viewin' eye level
When I'm done rappin', they like, "Ooh, this guy special" and after you done rappin' that bullshit you wrote, you die
It's like a suicide letter
Nigga, this a death note
I'll stick dick so far down yo' bitch mouth, it scratch her tonsils
She think she got strep throat
You a guest, bro
This a nigga sport
I'm really fifth a war
Shells hit his core
His body slide and lock up like a prison door
You can get the score
This a gangsta vers' a skater
I'm not a hater, but the grind different
You gon' thank me later
I'm talkin' about different shit
Man, this nigga's a fuckin' hater
Almost made me messed up, but I'ma catch it, 'cause in the trap, we used to have the crack sellin' out like the Showtime Lakers
I'm talkin' 'bout sittin' in that crack house, I really witnessed some miracles like a fuckin' prayer
You sayin' Jesus turned water into wine
I seen the OGs turn rocks into paper
I had Glocks in the scraper
Bay talk
That's guns in the Buick, hangin' wit' niggas that pop pills, then put in work and say the drugs made 'em do it
This lifestyle one day gon' have us ruined, 'cause I'm seein' niggas tell on they homies nowadays, and that's real hate
Seen niggas turn court dates into tell dates
My logic is kill every witness
You can't snitch on a shell case, and just make sure my bail straight if I ever gotta kill Ill
He gon' get stuffed in the back of a Grand Prix
Y'all gon' see him come up out a Pontiac like Ill Will
I'm talkin' 'bout ski mask flow
I got that Quill feel
What can this white boy teach me when he not even the real deal?
I let the steel peel
I'm talkin' cold piece in his mouth
Make his grill chill
His body look different after he died
The skin kinda crazy
Mortuary did the best they could to make him feel better, but the momma knew he was still ill, and when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes
Yo' turn
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga, time