[Round 1: Bigg K]
They said, "You battling T-Top...on SMACK...in a small room...
You know they ain't gon' treat you fair
I said, "It can't be that much of a small room...he in there"
I'm 'bout to breeze through, with ease, too
You 'bout to beat who? Where?
It's obvious you well-rounded, I can see you square
But they say, "Be prepared
K, you bout to meet the Bear."
T'll (tea) get thrown like a drink in the Queen of England chair
Three from the chrome
Squeezin', leakin', while he wheeze for air
This chop' got a fan and a stand (Stan) that don't bleach his hair
Be aware
The goons play on the block where you stay
They'll both slide up, soon as you pop in 2K
Spray up your place
Top finna get shot in Fuquay
The snake on a plate: it's not dinner with Bobby Boucher
This Doomsday
You 'bout to get some vintage K
Think it's sweet, 'til Top torched: creme brulee
Fuck the ops
We don't got to take the pistol play
Stomach shots
Got the ribbon on Top, like Christmas Day
You soft body, all weak
John Gotti, on beat
And got the nerve to end your rounds with "Concrete."
My first impression: I don't know what the hell he meant
This stick'll leave a mark like wet cement
He bent
I ride on you
Hellraiser: Clive Barker
You fightin' Luke Skywalker wit' a flyswatter
I came home on papers, they had to file on you
Ankle monitor: turn your sweats to highwaters
And they was on the tuxedo concords
I had to see three P.O.'s (C-3PO): it wasn't Star Wars
I needed money, I split a zone to all fours
You needed money, you get the phone and call Norbes
We different
You ain't Mr. Big Time, this shitty bitch lyin
You signed on the dotted line, stayin' in line
I'm coast-to-coast, making playin' plays
Go and get mine
Catching bands (bans) in every state, toting six .9's (6ix9ine)
We different
The game'll turn you spiteful
You from a class of battlers that never had to earn the title
I split, 'cause of politics, and broke a worthless cycle
They had to learn to live without me
They had to learn to like you
We different
I make a rug when his ass get killed
You ain't a bear - you's a Teddy Graham in a glass of milk
I load up the assault rifle
Sit there and laugh
And watch it be a A.R. that split a bear in half
They said, "You battling T-Top...on SMACK...in a small room...
You know they ain't gon' treat you fair
I said, "It can't be that much of a small room...he in there"
I'm 'bout to breeze through, with ease, too
You 'bout to beat who? Where?
It's obvious you well-rounded, I can see you square
But they say, "Be prepared
K, you bout to meet the Bear."
T'll (tea) get thrown like a drink in the Queen of England chair
Three from the chrome
Squeezin', leakin', while he wheeze for air
This chop' got a fan and a stand (Stan) that don't bleach his hair
Be aware
The goons play on the block where you stay
They'll both slide up, soon as you pop in 2K
Spray up your place
Top finna get shot in Fuquay
The snake on a plate: it's not dinner with Bobby Boucher
This Doomsday
You 'bout to get some vintage K
Think it's sweet, 'til Top torched: creme brulee
Fuck the ops
We don't got to take the pistol play
Stomach shots
Got the ribbon on Top, like Christmas Day
You soft body, all weak
John Gotti, on beat
And got the nerve to end your rounds with "Concrete."
My first impression: I don't know what the hell he meant
This stick'll leave a mark like wet cement
He bent
I ride on you
Hellraiser: Clive Barker
You fightin' Luke Skywalker wit' a flyswatter
I came home on papers, they had to file on you
Ankle monitor: turn your sweats to highwaters
And they was on the tuxedo concords
I had to see three P.O.'s (C-3PO): it wasn't Star Wars
I needed money, I split a zone to all fours
You needed money, you get the phone and call Norbes
We different
You ain't Mr. Big Time, this shitty bitch lyin
You signed on the dotted line, stayin' in line
I'm coast-to-coast, making playin' plays
Go and get mine
Catching bands (bans) in every state, toting six .9's (6ix9ine)
We different
The game'll turn you spiteful
You from a class of battlers that never had to earn the title
I split, 'cause of politics, and broke a worthless cycle
They had to learn to live without me
They had to learn to like you
We different
I make a rug when his ass get killed
You ain't a bear - you's a Teddy Graham in a glass of milk
I load up the assault rifle
Sit there and laugh
And watch it be a A.R. that split a bear in half
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