[Round 1: Ave]
I say YO!
It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch!
I survived COVID...and still weren't afraid to get Sikh (sick)!
'Cause you been on your shit this year
It's a big difference here
Megalodon: you gon' need more than Real (reel) if you fishin' peer (pier)
Let's be clear
You think you bringin' me fear? Not a lick, bro
I'll rock you on your shit, then go watch some Apocalypto
So bitch, don't flex
And if you a student of music, expect to hear somethin' pop as soon as this go (disco) left
Oh yes, I'm sure the hands'll win
But a pistol will be pure damagin'
Once the morgue bag him, it's "Lord, havе him" then
And I done been to war wit' more savagе men
Fuck this artificial nigga in Jers-
Bitch, you'se a floor mannequin!
I'm at it again!
'Cause all this barkin' just a marketin' scheme
It's Captain Planet: yeah, the Indian got heart in the ring
But I mean, that might appeal sponsors
But see, he far from the slickest (Slickis)
And ain't none of these niggas wit' Real Monsters
So calm him!
'Cause if he try forcin' shit to prove
Finish Sikh (sick) wit' the .38: that's Jordan wit' the flu
'Cause it really can get gutter
Y'all find him in the land or lakes (Land O' Lakes)
Make sure the box for this Indian bitch butter!
Nigga, shut up!
You think muscles'll help you seem more realer?
Bein' buffed up only matter to Detroit niggas
I don't give a shit that he figure flexin'
You wanna prove that you can lift?
Well, let's see what you can do wit' .357!
Who is he testin'?
Smack, you gon' make me hurt your investment
He up here talkin' reckless like you his form of protection
Cocky as he could get
But if I want your life, dawg, it's my call
Lysol couldn't stop me from gettin' Sikh (sick)!
You hear me, bitch?
Don't play savage tryna ignore it
It's cool - niggas scared of that ladder more than Norbit
But of course niggas know the deal
But I'm sure none of his group of brothers willin' to lose they Soul for (4) Real
I'm in the field where the trap is amazin'
Niggas stackin' they paper or buyin' straps for the action we facin'
Run up in his crib, ratchets is blazin'
Bitch nigga got Big Tigga'd
That's when they found his (w)rap in the basement!
I'm not the nigga to play wit'
Like really, my nigga
But shit, I really got in as a dealer
Robbed shit when I was slim wit' the skrilla
Shit, I'll even make a lick out yo' bitch, takin' back anything this Indian give her (giver)!
Or take her to the town and see how we lit
Trust me, the men she'll (dementia) fuck? You don't really want in your memory, Sikh (sick)
Norfolk shit, meanin' if niggas front, your bitch'll pay
And my whole staff nice - we all could work at Chick-Fil-A
I mean, hey, what can I say? That's what it mean to be Ave
Shit, I handle mine, with or without a team if we clash
So dissin' Tay, it ain't gon' mean that he spaz
'Cause I can still get Sikh (sick) without Roc(k) like a fiend in rehab
So make me mad
I'll come through liftin' some shit that's lethal
For this Indian fag and the rest of his Village People
And if we miss, then bro roll through
Spin action, the stick snappin': 360 photo booth!
That's what I do!
I say YO!
It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch!
I survived COVID...and still weren't afraid to get Sikh (sick)!
'Cause you been on your shit this year
It's a big difference here
Megalodon: you gon' need more than Real (reel) if you fishin' peer (pier)
Let's be clear
You think you bringin' me fear? Not a lick, bro
I'll rock you on your shit, then go watch some Apocalypto
So bitch, don't flex
And if you a student of music, expect to hear somethin' pop as soon as this go (disco) left
Oh yes, I'm sure the hands'll win
But a pistol will be pure damagin'
Once the morgue bag him, it's "Lord, havе him" then
And I done been to war wit' more savagе men
Fuck this artificial nigga in Jers-
Bitch, you'se a floor mannequin!
I'm at it again!
'Cause all this barkin' just a marketin' scheme
It's Captain Planet: yeah, the Indian got heart in the ring
But I mean, that might appeal sponsors
But see, he far from the slickest (Slickis)
And ain't none of these niggas wit' Real Monsters
So calm him!
'Cause if he try forcin' shit to prove
Finish Sikh (sick) wit' the .38: that's Jordan wit' the flu
'Cause it really can get gutter
Y'all find him in the land or lakes (Land O' Lakes)
Make sure the box for this Indian bitch butter!
Nigga, shut up!
You think muscles'll help you seem more realer?
Bein' buffed up only matter to Detroit niggas
I don't give a shit that he figure flexin'
You wanna prove that you can lift?
Well, let's see what you can do wit' .357!
Who is he testin'?
Smack, you gon' make me hurt your investment
He up here talkin' reckless like you his form of protection
Cocky as he could get
But if I want your life, dawg, it's my call
Lysol couldn't stop me from gettin' Sikh (sick)!
You hear me, bitch?
Don't play savage tryna ignore it
It's cool - niggas scared of that ladder more than Norbit
But of course niggas know the deal
But I'm sure none of his group of brothers willin' to lose they Soul for (4) Real
I'm in the field where the trap is amazin'
Niggas stackin' they paper or buyin' straps for the action we facin'
Run up in his crib, ratchets is blazin'
Bitch nigga got Big Tigga'd
That's when they found his (w)rap in the basement!
I'm not the nigga to play wit'
Like really, my nigga
But shit, I really got in as a dealer
Robbed shit when I was slim wit' the skrilla
Shit, I'll even make a lick out yo' bitch, takin' back anything this Indian give her (giver)!
Or take her to the town and see how we lit
Trust me, the men she'll (dementia) fuck? You don't really want in your memory, Sikh (sick)
Norfolk shit, meanin' if niggas front, your bitch'll pay
And my whole staff nice - we all could work at Chick-Fil-A
I mean, hey, what can I say? That's what it mean to be Ave
Shit, I handle mine, with or without a team if we clash
So dissin' Tay, it ain't gon' mean that he spaz
'Cause I can still get Sikh (sick) without Roc(k) like a fiend in rehab
So make me mad
I'll come through liftin' some shit that's lethal
For this Indian fag and the rest of his Village People
And if we miss, then bro roll through
Spin action, the stick snappin': 360 photo booth!
That's what I do!
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