[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus…
Man, you choked your way outta being the GOAT - sad but true
Can’t nobody be mad but you
I mean, dawg, you was Top 3
Imagine how we feel seein’ one of the best punchers struggle wit’ his speech like Ali
Golly, back then, you was the man, though
Now those punches barely hit Orlando
Magic, every battle you’ve been on bunk shit
Stumblin’ over bars like a drunk bitch
Drum clip, shit spray about 80 rounds
Or the .30, ‘cause I’m better wit’ the sticks than Devon Miles
I can hear ‘em now, fuckin’ wannabes
.40, extension longer than the quarantines
Jordan memes: leave a legend wit’ the sad face
Glock so new, the shit squeak like bad brakes
Keep thinkin’ you safer at home
I ain’t tryna hear that shit
That just mean it’s cool to shoot the crib up - I know everybody in that bitch
I’m a real-ass Crip, I’m just here to bring the streets back
Fuck the fame, they can keep that
The option, though, without rap, I would be back slidin’ like a junkie that relapsed
I keep straps, I’m known for violence
Pistol-whippin’ without a driver’s license
I’m defiant
Boy, I be done slapped you
I been solid, you can see I’m ten toes like Jesus sandal
You gon’ get the team dismantled, you too fake
Annoying like toothaches
Nitty, I don’t think I can fit in or gel (Orajel) wit’ this nigga
Shoot a shell at this nigga, you ain’t shit to me
The URL booked this to verify how yo’ Crippin’ be
Can’t you tell the URL staff just like Moses, the way the staff is here to split the C (sea)?
Man, you can’t get wit’ me
And yo’ last battle proved that you can’t fuck wit’ me or none of the new kids
Every time you battle a nigga, you let your state down when you be losin’
Think about it - which one of us took that Saynt L? Oh, you is
And when it’s real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go ahead, see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga, time
We got Geechi Gotti versus…
Man, you choked your way outta being the GOAT - sad but true
Can’t nobody be mad but you
I mean, dawg, you was Top 3
Imagine how we feel seein’ one of the best punchers struggle wit’ his speech like Ali
Golly, back then, you was the man, though
Now those punches barely hit Orlando
Magic, every battle you’ve been on bunk shit
Stumblin’ over bars like a drunk bitch
Drum clip, shit spray about 80 rounds
Or the .30, ‘cause I’m better wit’ the sticks than Devon Miles
I can hear ‘em now, fuckin’ wannabes
.40, extension longer than the quarantines
Jordan memes: leave a legend wit’ the sad face
Glock so new, the shit squeak like bad brakes
Keep thinkin’ you safer at home
I ain’t tryna hear that shit
That just mean it’s cool to shoot the crib up - I know everybody in that bitch
I’m a real-ass Crip, I’m just here to bring the streets back
Fuck the fame, they can keep that
The option, though, without rap, I would be back slidin’ like a junkie that relapsed
I keep straps, I’m known for violence
Pistol-whippin’ without a driver’s license
I’m defiant
Boy, I be done slapped you
I been solid, you can see I’m ten toes like Jesus sandal
You gon’ get the team dismantled, you too fake
Annoying like toothaches
Nitty, I don’t think I can fit in or gel (Orajel) wit’ this nigga
Shoot a shell at this nigga, you ain’t shit to me
The URL booked this to verify how yo’ Crippin’ be
Can’t you tell the URL staff just like Moses, the way the staff is here to split the C (sea)?
Man, you can’t get wit’ me
And yo’ last battle proved that you can’t fuck wit’ me or none of the new kids
Every time you battle a nigga, you let your state down when you be losin’
Think about it - which one of us took that Saynt L? Oh, you is
And when it’s real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go ahead, see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga, time
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