[Round 1: Mike P]
I'm losing it
I'm not happy
Depression creeping back in my life and I ain't used to it
The weed... abusing it
The needs... no room to fit
Tight hold on my sanity but I just lose the grip
Now I ain't suicidal
My bad if I'm confusing shit
It's just dangerous to give a Shotgun to a white boy when he going through some shit
Now let's go through some shit
Y'all say he better than me?
With all the shit I've said in these lines
If y'all were in court would you raise your right hand and swear this is Suge night? (Knight)
Right, don't pretend to be blind
Ready to duck shit brody
Fuckin' punk bitch
I'll turn your set of teeth to a monkfish
With one fist doli
Get fuckin' socked! Come get Foley'd
You yell Suge to get your point across your voice is hoarse (horse) and that fits since you're a one-trick pony
So switch it up
With a cell locking for barring out this fake felon that only glorifies sales, watches
I'd stomp you out, but they might trace tracks until the feds got him
Cause jail's a hefty price bitch and I can't afford red bottoms
I'm vile with bull horns
Get violent and Gore marks
It's only right I slowly roast this pile of pulled pork
But you crippin', you down aye?
Yeah, imagine him in jail
Acting like he a king and he wild safe
Smart remarks til he trupip and get wild, wait
He thought in the pen he wise (Pennywise) 'til they left a red straight down a clown face
I'm the new ill, you washed
Big T get a too real boom bop
Mike nice, soon as I blew deals for a 2 year boom stock
New gear, new watch
Value top, too hot
Suge get a Cal to his ear like, "Did you hear Shoebox?"
Who's real, you not!
Shotgun'll catch a true kill [?]
Light life, soon as I knew Quill it was blue pill, 2Pac
Crew real, room rock
Deuce deuce cock, 2 shots
Barrel pointing at Suge like..."You killed 2Pac!"
It's your best bet
Lay down and get your set stretched
We believe whole-heartedly to complete a death threat
Got a hitman ready to [?]
Gun cocked, 2 fingers sliding down the middle like a tech deck
What hands you got?
You barely know how to fade
He a white barber
This, will silence yo lips
He a light talker
White guys love drugs Suge, cause they can fight harder
I got blue eyed zombies dragging a hammer like a White Walker
Bearded up, in the cut
I'm borderline ISIS
I could throwaway you to death, I be hoarding my light shit
I caught Suge in Jersey, he was talking that white shit
.30 came out of nowhere, quarter life crisis
I stalked your bitch too
I crept through in a shit ride
Led her to the salon, and I let her get her shit dyed
Headshot til the bitch die
I could swear her hair was blue when she left now her head lookin' like six nine
You 6'5", you could've played ball but that pot belly
You look like the Penguin from Batman the shit is not healthy
You look like you started to melt, and then stopped melting
It looks like the helpings you serve, are not helping
So keep coming with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss in battling
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
I'm losing it
I'm not happy
Depression creeping back in my life and I ain't used to it
The weed... abusing it
The needs... no room to fit
Tight hold on my sanity but I just lose the grip
Now I ain't suicidal
My bad if I'm confusing shit
It's just dangerous to give a Shotgun to a white boy when he going through some shit
Now let's go through some shit
Y'all say he better than me?
With all the shit I've said in these lines
If y'all were in court would you raise your right hand and swear this is Suge night? (Knight)
Right, don't pretend to be blind
Ready to duck shit brody
Fuckin' punk bitch
I'll turn your set of teeth to a monkfish
With one fist doli
Get fuckin' socked! Come get Foley'd
You yell Suge to get your point across your voice is hoarse (horse) and that fits since you're a one-trick pony
So switch it up
With a cell locking for barring out this fake felon that only glorifies sales, watches
I'd stomp you out, but they might trace tracks until the feds got him
Cause jail's a hefty price bitch and I can't afford red bottoms
I'm vile with bull horns
Get violent and Gore marks
It's only right I slowly roast this pile of pulled pork
But you crippin', you down aye?
Yeah, imagine him in jail
Acting like he a king and he wild safe
Smart remarks til he trupip and get wild, wait
He thought in the pen he wise (Pennywise) 'til they left a red straight down a clown face
I'm the new ill, you washed
Big T get a too real boom bop
Mike nice, soon as I blew deals for a 2 year boom stock
New gear, new watch
Value top, too hot
Suge get a Cal to his ear like, "Did you hear Shoebox?"
Who's real, you not!
Shotgun'll catch a true kill [?]
Light life, soon as I knew Quill it was blue pill, 2Pac
Crew real, room rock
Deuce deuce cock, 2 shots
Barrel pointing at Suge like..."You killed 2Pac!"
It's your best bet
Lay down and get your set stretched
We believe whole-heartedly to complete a death threat
Got a hitman ready to [?]
Gun cocked, 2 fingers sliding down the middle like a tech deck
What hands you got?
You barely know how to fade
He a white barber
This, will silence yo lips
He a light talker
White guys love drugs Suge, cause they can fight harder
I got blue eyed zombies dragging a hammer like a White Walker
Bearded up, in the cut
I'm borderline ISIS
I could throwaway you to death, I be hoarding my light shit
I caught Suge in Jersey, he was talking that white shit
.30 came out of nowhere, quarter life crisis
I stalked your bitch too
I crept through in a shit ride
Led her to the salon, and I let her get her shit dyed
Headshot til the bitch die
I could swear her hair was blue when she left now her head lookin' like six nine
You 6'5", you could've played ball but that pot belly
You look like the Penguin from Batman the shit is not healthy
You look like you started to melt, and then stopped melting
It looks like the helpings you serve, are not helping
So keep coming with that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss in battling
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
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