[Round 1: Your Honor]
I"m from the district
(Yes the fuck he is)
You wear the smallest chains in battle rap
Truly, you got the ugliest hype men/battle rap groupies
I heard you rap, you sound like T.I. with a lil' Boosie
You got the same beard as every bad guy in Disney movies
You look like you blame beatin’ yo' girl on wine coolers
Two minutes? Fuck it
True story, my nigga Brock gotta new gun
He said it's called a "Chris Vet"
The bolt travels down so recoil ain’t a mess
It go from single to double to automatic...we test
With an ambidextrous safety for the right and the left
I said, "Sheesh! It do all that? That's a bet."
But you know me, out in Richmond, I gotta take the TEC (Tech)
He said, "With all these new features and you still want the TEC? What's that?!"
It's simple, you can't copy respect
Off top, you ain't get paid
That just mean, it ain't worth bein' disrespectful and catchin’ fades
Cause do you know what happens to a North Carolina nigga who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge?
(What?)
Same thing that happens to any other nigga who get hit wit' a 12 gauge
His body gon’ be on the stage, but his head gonna fly the heck off
His head gon' be over there...but I'm still here...tryin' to get his neck off
His neck gonna be over there, but I’m still here tryin' to get his chest off
His chest gonna be over there, but I'm still here tryin' to get the rest off
Broad day, bright and early, head off like he Shirley
With a new .40, but the bitch don't look a day over 30
The clip hold 17 but today over 30
Cause I'm tryin' to give three niggas 10 each like Gurley
Broad day BOOM! I'm in, all kinds of mad
Tommy, Mag, shotty, mask and a body bag
One bedroom so "Where he at?" I don't gotta ask
I slide across the carpet, poke him and shock his ass
Scalpel to his face, I'm an artist, so I mold his ass
Two in his head while I dance, forensics say I cloned
The inf' on the Glock, the judge thought we played laser tag
Shit, we was in that bitch recreatin' Breaking Bad
Speakin' of Breaking Bad, I dare a devil to try me and see what the real 'bout
Throw a mansion party, it'll be a Haunting in that Hill House
Laser on this .45? Ahhh, I can't explain it right
Let's just say the beam on this Smith Bright
You can have that Marvel shit, 'cause that's what the nerds watch
I pull a DE out a suitcase, the code word? Bird Box
Stretch an op', aim a ceilin' and leave a knot
Moral of that story, we been Netflix and chillin' on the block
Ten toes down I'm stuck, I need permission just to hop
(Bro can I go and get him?)
Yeah you got him Chop
Front door, "Where Swamp at?"
"He at work!"
"Whatchu lyin' for?" BLAOW
"Where Swamp at?....You takin' too much time whore."
BLAOW!
"Where Swamp at?"
"He leavin' work, but it's kinda far."
If Swamp come home to a swept house
This K? Five star, try 'em out
I'm on the block wit' rocks they eye it out
Catch me postin' at the nearest corner like time out
What this kind 'bout?
.45 fellas when we ride out
He talkin' shit? Well mine'll log all that shit he talkin' 'bout
Pull up on him like, "You said that in March. Five counts."
But I approach DJ Drect then Wild Out
BLAOW! BLAOW! Honor bitch, who playin' now?
Knock him out, knock his bitch out, then hit the man child
If this man loud, one arm cross the other
The damn growl went from seein' a sham God to meetin' a Sham Wow
I'm grown, just look at the difference in muscle tone
I'll bury Swamp in a swamp so he can feel right at home
Weak nigga
I"m from the district
(Yes the fuck he is)
You wear the smallest chains in battle rap
Truly, you got the ugliest hype men/battle rap groupies
I heard you rap, you sound like T.I. with a lil' Boosie
You got the same beard as every bad guy in Disney movies
You look like you blame beatin’ yo' girl on wine coolers
Two minutes? Fuck it
True story, my nigga Brock gotta new gun
He said it's called a "Chris Vet"
The bolt travels down so recoil ain’t a mess
It go from single to double to automatic...we test
With an ambidextrous safety for the right and the left
I said, "Sheesh! It do all that? That's a bet."
But you know me, out in Richmond, I gotta take the TEC (Tech)
He said, "With all these new features and you still want the TEC? What's that?!"
It's simple, you can't copy respect
Off top, you ain't get paid
That just mean, it ain't worth bein' disrespectful and catchin’ fades
Cause do you know what happens to a North Carolina nigga who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge?
(What?)
Same thing that happens to any other nigga who get hit wit' a 12 gauge
His body gon’ be on the stage, but his head gonna fly the heck off
His head gon' be over there...but I'm still here...tryin' to get his neck off
His neck gonna be over there, but I’m still here tryin' to get his chest off
His chest gonna be over there, but I'm still here tryin' to get the rest off
Broad day, bright and early, head off like he Shirley
With a new .40, but the bitch don't look a day over 30
The clip hold 17 but today over 30
Cause I'm tryin' to give three niggas 10 each like Gurley
Broad day BOOM! I'm in, all kinds of mad
Tommy, Mag, shotty, mask and a body bag
One bedroom so "Where he at?" I don't gotta ask
I slide across the carpet, poke him and shock his ass
Scalpel to his face, I'm an artist, so I mold his ass
Two in his head while I dance, forensics say I cloned
The inf' on the Glock, the judge thought we played laser tag
Shit, we was in that bitch recreatin' Breaking Bad
Speakin' of Breaking Bad, I dare a devil to try me and see what the real 'bout
Throw a mansion party, it'll be a Haunting in that Hill House
Laser on this .45? Ahhh, I can't explain it right
Let's just say the beam on this Smith Bright
You can have that Marvel shit, 'cause that's what the nerds watch
I pull a DE out a suitcase, the code word? Bird Box
Stretch an op', aim a ceilin' and leave a knot
Moral of that story, we been Netflix and chillin' on the block
Ten toes down I'm stuck, I need permission just to hop
(Bro can I go and get him?)
Yeah you got him Chop
Front door, "Where Swamp at?"
"He at work!"
"Whatchu lyin' for?" BLAOW
"Where Swamp at?....You takin' too much time whore."
BLAOW!
"Where Swamp at?"
"He leavin' work, but it's kinda far."
If Swamp come home to a swept house
This K? Five star, try 'em out
I'm on the block wit' rocks they eye it out
Catch me postin' at the nearest corner like time out
What this kind 'bout?
.45 fellas when we ride out
He talkin' shit? Well mine'll log all that shit he talkin' 'bout
Pull up on him like, "You said that in March. Five counts."
But I approach DJ Drect then Wild Out
BLAOW! BLAOW! Honor bitch, who playin' now?
Knock him out, knock his bitch out, then hit the man child
If this man loud, one arm cross the other
The damn growl went from seein' a sham God to meetin' a Sham Wow
I'm grown, just look at the difference in muscle tone
I'll bury Swamp in a swamp so he can feel right at home
Weak nigga
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