Championships Tragedy (Rap) (Ft. Futuristic)

[Chorus: Tragedy]
Pass me the split
Rings on my team with the championships
Swing on the beat cause I mastered the hits
Mastered the wrist and mastered the whip
Then going out bad as it gets
But you know me. I ain't asking for shit
You don’t see how bad it can get
Spectacular drip
Immaculate spit
Pass me the split
Rings on my team with the championships
Swing on the beat cause I mastered the hits
Mastered the wrist and mastered the whip
Then going out bad as it gets
But you know me. I ain't asking for shit
You don't see how bad it can get
Spectacular drip
Immaculate spit (Uhh)

[Verse 1: Tragedy]
They rapping in six, subtracting the haters, and asking the clique
Magical wrist, dividing the pen, attaching the splits
[?] shit. Pushin’, pushin'. That's practice, you bitch
Shoe cuttin' for the action, you bitch
Music boutta make it happen, it is
Don't matter, just be happy the kid
Just rappin' and I'm knockin' back all your wins
Believe me, I just came back on this [?]
Swingin’ crazy bars, crackin’ your ribs
I need it all ‘til my family legit
Don't even ask what it is
Eat a feast, then baby pass me a bib
I’m speedin', leavin', baby back to the crib
My region heated, baby, that's where I live
I’m pathogen, sick
[?] I'm so outta space, I'm blastin' again
I ravage ya shit
Bars are fancy. Call ‘em [?] and shit
I'm laughin' again
I'm out of control. I'm bout to begin
Rolling Stone. McJagger again
So much bars that I'm staggerin' in
I'm fleshing again, but murder the booth with a passionate grin
I'm [?] again
BET boy. I'm blackin' again
All these niggas don't like me, but won't say it, cause I'll get to snappin' again