[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Remember that one-rounder that we had in Chicago?
Woo! I ain't gon’ lie, that was some classic shit
Boy, you danced your way out of an ass-whoopin' and showed the world that you could rap wit' Clips
You popped a bottle, celebrated a debatable
And that was at a time when I was practicin’ abstinence
‘Cause I didn't give a fuck, but I still was killin' pussies by accident
Now you got me in a small room, battlin' on the app and shit
Hopin' this'll make your stature lift
Invitin' all of these cameras to this secret location to let your ratchet spit
Showin' Smack how you throw bullets in the field, hopin’ to get Lux and Surf after this
Puttin’ in all that work for the league for the league to tell you “No” like Kaepernick
‘Cause you not a star
You from a city called Pontiac and nobody in your family got a car
You not even that nice
You make ugly faces like, “I know”, and the crowd get hype
Nigga, that's not a bar
Jesus Christ, Saga ran from me
He got low, so (Loso) now me and you gotta spar
‘Cause lyrically, we both Qurans
You Butler, and I’m what you read when you tryna find Allah
We are not the same
I know niggas that don't even rhyme that wanna take my schemes
Next to the semi (Semmi), but I ain't Akeem
Wit' a rocket, and it ain’t Hakeem
Sniper rifle, I'm on the roof
Soon as you stop dancin', I'mma take mine clean
Until then, you gon' be in the view (interview) more than Ace Amin
And by Ace, I mean danger
It's kinda hard to stay mellow (‘Melo) when your whole team Blazers
I get to wavin', you don't even wave back: he a mean neighbor
The MAC open up, JC face everywhere: that's a screensaver
Extendo - that shit turn the baby into a teenager
That's my old gun
Wait ‘til they get a load of my new extendo
He got a Glock-9 from the plug? Oh, he must have brought a new Nintendo
I'll take your niece, lure her (Laura) upstairs, and throw that little bitch through the window
And you don't think Family Matters ‘til she never come downstairs like Judy Winslow!
I'm from Harlem, but the problem?
My schemes so fabulous (Fabolous), they think I might be from Brooklyn
In front of my building movin' blow in the bag like Spike Lee in Crooklyn
Homemade silencer on the gun, I'll clap you while the white people lookin'
And they gon' love it, ‘cause I'm raisin' the potato like white people cookin'
Now for the Blacks that don't understand that, I can understand, so the hate is valid
But Charron in his house goin' crazy ‘cause they put raisins in their potato salad
Back to you - you clappin' who?
Nigga, I want you to imagine that
Beasley callin' you, Cheeko sendin' you a deposit, and you about to battle Smack
Exactly, won't ever happen, like you squeezin' out of the Cadillac
I got some big shit that's kickin', like Franchise before battle rap
Aye, all you rookies callin' out us vets? I fuck wit' y'all, but y'all depressin'
But for the right price, I might walk through the Swamp and give Your Honor lessons
My aim so fuckin' good, right now I could palm a Wesson
Look in the camera and shoot a hater out the comment section!
I know y'all want me to keep goin' ‘cause I'm doin' him dirty
But blame Smack ‘cause this the app, and they only paid me to go 2 minutes and 30!
(*laughs*)
Remember that one-rounder that we had in Chicago?
Woo! I ain't gon’ lie, that was some classic shit
Boy, you danced your way out of an ass-whoopin' and showed the world that you could rap wit' Clips
You popped a bottle, celebrated a debatable
And that was at a time when I was practicin’ abstinence
‘Cause I didn't give a fuck, but I still was killin' pussies by accident
Now you got me in a small room, battlin' on the app and shit
Hopin' this'll make your stature lift
Invitin' all of these cameras to this secret location to let your ratchet spit
Showin' Smack how you throw bullets in the field, hopin’ to get Lux and Surf after this
Puttin’ in all that work for the league for the league to tell you “No” like Kaepernick
‘Cause you not a star
You from a city called Pontiac and nobody in your family got a car
You not even that nice
You make ugly faces like, “I know”, and the crowd get hype
Nigga, that's not a bar
Jesus Christ, Saga ran from me
He got low, so (Loso) now me and you gotta spar
‘Cause lyrically, we both Qurans
You Butler, and I’m what you read when you tryna find Allah
We are not the same
I know niggas that don't even rhyme that wanna take my schemes
Next to the semi (Semmi), but I ain't Akeem
Wit' a rocket, and it ain’t Hakeem
Sniper rifle, I'm on the roof
Soon as you stop dancin', I'mma take mine clean
Until then, you gon' be in the view (interview) more than Ace Amin
And by Ace, I mean danger
It's kinda hard to stay mellow (‘Melo) when your whole team Blazers
I get to wavin', you don't even wave back: he a mean neighbor
The MAC open up, JC face everywhere: that's a screensaver
Extendo - that shit turn the baby into a teenager
That's my old gun
Wait ‘til they get a load of my new extendo
He got a Glock-9 from the plug? Oh, he must have brought a new Nintendo
I'll take your niece, lure her (Laura) upstairs, and throw that little bitch through the window
And you don't think Family Matters ‘til she never come downstairs like Judy Winslow!
I'm from Harlem, but the problem?
My schemes so fabulous (Fabolous), they think I might be from Brooklyn
In front of my building movin' blow in the bag like Spike Lee in Crooklyn
Homemade silencer on the gun, I'll clap you while the white people lookin'
And they gon' love it, ‘cause I'm raisin' the potato like white people cookin'
Now for the Blacks that don't understand that, I can understand, so the hate is valid
But Charron in his house goin' crazy ‘cause they put raisins in their potato salad
Back to you - you clappin' who?
Nigga, I want you to imagine that
Beasley callin' you, Cheeko sendin' you a deposit, and you about to battle Smack
Exactly, won't ever happen, like you squeezin' out of the Cadillac
I got some big shit that's kickin', like Franchise before battle rap
Aye, all you rookies callin' out us vets? I fuck wit' y'all, but y'all depressin'
But for the right price, I might walk through the Swamp and give Your Honor lessons
My aim so fuckin' good, right now I could palm a Wesson
Look in the camera and shoot a hater out the comment section!
I know y'all want me to keep goin' ‘cause I'm doin' him dirty
But blame Smack ‘cause this the app, and they only paid me to go 2 minutes and 30!
(*laughs*)
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