[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said, all my problems get handled with a pound
You can question my authority, but I don’t answer from the mouth
We make artwork with bloodstains
And where I’m from, the canvas is the ground
The rundown (*click-click*)
With the 12 outside waiting...like Chris Hansen in the house
It’s hell to pay!
And purgatory had you thinking you even had a chance of gettin’ out
How well-descriptive
You chose the name “Will”...and got held against it!
Restless, I guess that gives your name less significance
Well, you can rap with God
I hear He got the best deliverance!
9 with the ladd-
Any last words!?
I gave him minutes to talk...but the TECs unlimited!
His name Will
He signed his own death certificate!
I’m climbin’ up the charts
Yeah, these gun bars, but I be really firin’ ‘em off
Chest shot, and whatever this four give you, you gon’ have to find it in your heart
Your core is plunged!
BOW! Then I let it go out...like the chores is done
Sword for son
And this a massive razor
You ever seen a turtle and a rabbit racing?
(*shhk*) I TORE this one!
This whore is stuffed, Larkin tucked
Fuck praying on your bronchitis, I’ll send Ill coffin up!
Antetokounmpo, ‘cause you don’t really think I’m a G, honest
Well, I really shoot
So soon as you see the mill’, WALK! He BUCKS!
I’m with the shits
Pistol grip, pop
Or pull out a British Bulldog: fish and chips
BRRAOW! Hit ya miss, lift ya shit
I’ll put you both four feet over a Sweeper: you’re gettin’ hitched!
Bitch, I kill bruh
Infrared bangin’ at the door: WIL-MA!
I make my enemies retire
Brand-new toy, whip out the box
I gotta put Will on it: assembly required
This the biggest semi, I shoot ‘til the semi empty
Clip gone, I get down to the nitty-gritty
The first hit did you wrong
(The first hit, "Did You Wr-)
You with me, Willy!?
I’ll let it sing ‘til there’s no more pleasure in it: Pretty Ricky!
The POP off, but we could have an ending to this war
My name Twork, from Streetwork, and the benefits is short
If I smoke a nigga, then I go to prison
Ain’t no winners in this course
I can prove my gangsta to you, but then I’d have to prove my innocence in court!
You can’t change your verdict
You niggas seen jail on movies, it ain’t the same in person
I done seen a nigga get a hundred years, and ain’t deserve it
See, all I know is struggle
Banga burstin’, brain dispersin’
Pistol-whip, I’ll even let you choose what side of the silver, like you came the furthest
Watch ya mouth! Nigga, save your words
You make a sound, I break it down: layman’s terms
I let it ring: home number
You get robbed with Smack, I’m my own gunner
Long fucker, make me pull up, pop the ch-
You get the Bonecrusher
I single-handedly stamped this wave
And progression is one thing you can’t proclaim
Nigga, you joined Team Homi years ago, and you still the same man today
Every time I see you, you in the same spot!
Well, what was your plans with Swave?
I kill [?] and the Will goin’ nowhere: hamster cage
You tend to flop, then everybody diss an’ bark William: Plymouth Rock
And when it’s no Wills, what’s left to hold Pontiac up!?
I spin the block with fire flyin’
Everybody claim “ride or die”...’til it’s time to die about it
Diabolic
Michelin Man: I put rounds in Will and tire ‘bout it
That's what happen- (Time!)
They sleep!
I said, all my problems get handled with a pound
You can question my authority, but I don’t answer from the mouth
We make artwork with bloodstains
And where I’m from, the canvas is the ground
The rundown (*click-click*)
With the 12 outside waiting...like Chris Hansen in the house
It’s hell to pay!
And purgatory had you thinking you even had a chance of gettin’ out
How well-descriptive
You chose the name “Will”...and got held against it!
Restless, I guess that gives your name less significance
Well, you can rap with God
I hear He got the best deliverance!
9 with the ladd-
Any last words!?
I gave him minutes to talk...but the TECs unlimited!
His name Will
He signed his own death certificate!
I’m climbin’ up the charts
Yeah, these gun bars, but I be really firin’ ‘em off
Chest shot, and whatever this four give you, you gon’ have to find it in your heart
Your core is plunged!
BOW! Then I let it go out...like the chores is done
Sword for son
And this a massive razor
You ever seen a turtle and a rabbit racing?
(*shhk*) I TORE this one!
This whore is stuffed, Larkin tucked
Fuck praying on your bronchitis, I’ll send Ill coffin up!
Antetokounmpo, ‘cause you don’t really think I’m a G, honest
Well, I really shoot
So soon as you see the mill’, WALK! He BUCKS!
I’m with the shits
Pistol grip, pop
Or pull out a British Bulldog: fish and chips
BRRAOW! Hit ya miss, lift ya shit
I’ll put you both four feet over a Sweeper: you’re gettin’ hitched!
Bitch, I kill bruh
Infrared bangin’ at the door: WIL-MA!
I make my enemies retire
Brand-new toy, whip out the box
I gotta put Will on it: assembly required
This the biggest semi, I shoot ‘til the semi empty
Clip gone, I get down to the nitty-gritty
The first hit did you wrong
(The first hit, "Did You Wr-)
You with me, Willy!?
I’ll let it sing ‘til there’s no more pleasure in it: Pretty Ricky!
The POP off, but we could have an ending to this war
My name Twork, from Streetwork, and the benefits is short
If I smoke a nigga, then I go to prison
Ain’t no winners in this course
I can prove my gangsta to you, but then I’d have to prove my innocence in court!
You can’t change your verdict
You niggas seen jail on movies, it ain’t the same in person
I done seen a nigga get a hundred years, and ain’t deserve it
See, all I know is struggle
Banga burstin’, brain dispersin’
Pistol-whip, I’ll even let you choose what side of the silver, like you came the furthest
Watch ya mouth! Nigga, save your words
You make a sound, I break it down: layman’s terms
I let it ring: home number
You get robbed with Smack, I’m my own gunner
Long fucker, make me pull up, pop the ch-
You get the Bonecrusher
I single-handedly stamped this wave
And progression is one thing you can’t proclaim
Nigga, you joined Team Homi years ago, and you still the same man today
Every time I see you, you in the same spot!
Well, what was your plans with Swave?
I kill [?] and the Will goin’ nowhere: hamster cage
You tend to flop, then everybody diss an’ bark William: Plymouth Rock
And when it’s no Wills, what’s left to hold Pontiac up!?
I spin the block with fire flyin’
Everybody claim “ride or die”...’til it’s time to die about it
Diabolic
Michelin Man: I put rounds in Will and tire ‘bout it
That's what happen- (Time!)
They sleep!
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