[Round 1: Chess]
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round's through, wild dudes, gonna be waking the fuck up!
This finna be an amazing show, I just turned 18, 8 days ago
My nigga, I'm at a legal age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?
Chess is home, and ya'll finna get the best of N.O.M.E
Skin complexion on create a player...it's time to set the tone!
Ave, I hope you can scrap
You like to punch, I like to punch, I shoot the hands before shooting straps
But if you try to hide, you'll get clapped
If I gotta search his block, I find Ave with the Chrome: Google Maps
Kick in his door, headshot, you'll be flat I got ninas
I walk in his crib, and remove the cap.. hit his rear.. it's like he's shot first the way I'm shootin' back
Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left
The 8'll be empty like the movie wack
Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop, then I'm piling other bodies on top
Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave like I'm supplying the block
Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave, he leaving Irving Plaza in the worst condition than Troy Ave
They gave me, your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay
Fire on Roc for getting big headed, but this is your N.B.A
Jam his face, pistol whip him, bet the cannon break
And 1 Youtube mixes, I had to get the handle taped
You ever had two twin nines? I can relate
Get it from my jeans/genes and air it (inherit) like family traits
Your parents got it but disappointed the kid, like he found out Santa fake
Guns with me, I keep 'em low like the grass in the land of snakes
He's high thinking he can handle Ray
Stay off the grass; Stanley's place
That was some bars from Chess, was it my hardest? Homie that's sick
(Breathe bro)
Don't hold me that's it
Growing up I was known for that fist
Got buffer and started loaded that clip
So when I'm holding that grip, the kickback...regular cause I'm getting too old for that shit
I'm God, the divine creator
And that nigga Daylyt? My son: I'm Davone's creator
If I can't get him from far I'll blam up close so the shot is greater
I miss Day so I had to bring it in like doctor papers
Yeah, look at him, silent, I was Th3 Saga's savior
And I was the one looking for guidance
So I stand here asking for help cause I gotta battle some harder niggas
I'm talking role models, father figures
Cause I ain't have a daddy myself
I guess facing a real nigga will make me challenge myself
When I was locked in with pussies I gave no fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt
Mag in the belt, and a long .44, Mac on the shelf
Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more
If we all go war, niggas shit will really get his scene
Army connects, we got our hands on damn near everything
With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game
Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name
Bang, flip his block, hit the spot then they drop; Tetris game
Grips will get tossed, if I get caught, I'ma lie about the shooting, that's a pop I would never claim
Cause I was sitting on that stoop and dad never came
He tried to reach for the grip, too late I caught him first on his shirt where I left his brain
This scrub couldn't get it out like that messy stain
Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll put a band on my finger, it's not a wedding ring
Weapons raised, out of the jeans
I [?] I'm a son of a gun and I made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen
A young nigga that saw things and it stayed with him
Your eyes is like a window to your soul and in mine you see pain in it
I was with them niggas outside, they used to play with it
They got low as soon as they did it
They hit licks and booked but they was page skimming
The dirt, I make you lay in it
I literally got a bullet with your name on it
So when I aim with it, I put Ave in the grave with something from Ave engraved in it
Should I let the pump, sawed off or the gauge split him?
The caliber or the snub, either take two out of the .40 or the .38's hit him
Two 23's like Jordan and James with him
Stay gripping, ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women
If my niggas run in his trap they coming out with the cake with 'em
I tell 'em, "Dunny move. Straight kill him."
And do the same thing to eight bitches
Or you get popped over this body, they got burned trying to make chicken
47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim
The K spitting but the stance got him thinking DNA hit him
Body after body after body: I'm shape-shifting
Cake Life
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round's through, wild dudes, gonna be waking the fuck up!
This finna be an amazing show, I just turned 18, 8 days ago
My nigga, I'm at a legal age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?
Chess is home, and ya'll finna get the best of N.O.M.E
Skin complexion on create a player...it's time to set the tone!
Ave, I hope you can scrap
You like to punch, I like to punch, I shoot the hands before shooting straps
But if you try to hide, you'll get clapped
If I gotta search his block, I find Ave with the Chrome: Google Maps
Kick in his door, headshot, you'll be flat I got ninas
I walk in his crib, and remove the cap.. hit his rear.. it's like he's shot first the way I'm shootin' back
Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left
The 8'll be empty like the movie wack
Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop, then I'm piling other bodies on top
Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave like I'm supplying the block
Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave, he leaving Irving Plaza in the worst condition than Troy Ave
They gave me, your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay
Fire on Roc for getting big headed, but this is your N.B.A
Jam his face, pistol whip him, bet the cannon break
And 1 Youtube mixes, I had to get the handle taped
You ever had two twin nines? I can relate
Get it from my jeans/genes and air it (inherit) like family traits
Your parents got it but disappointed the kid, like he found out Santa fake
Guns with me, I keep 'em low like the grass in the land of snakes
He's high thinking he can handle Ray
Stay off the grass; Stanley's place
That was some bars from Chess, was it my hardest? Homie that's sick
(Breathe bro)
Don't hold me that's it
Growing up I was known for that fist
Got buffer and started loaded that clip
So when I'm holding that grip, the kickback...regular cause I'm getting too old for that shit
I'm God, the divine creator
And that nigga Daylyt? My son: I'm Davone's creator
If I can't get him from far I'll blam up close so the shot is greater
I miss Day so I had to bring it in like doctor papers
Yeah, look at him, silent, I was Th3 Saga's savior
And I was the one looking for guidance
So I stand here asking for help cause I gotta battle some harder niggas
I'm talking role models, father figures
Cause I ain't have a daddy myself
I guess facing a real nigga will make me challenge myself
When I was locked in with pussies I gave no fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt
Mag in the belt, and a long .44, Mac on the shelf
Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more
If we all go war, niggas shit will really get his scene
Army connects, we got our hands on damn near everything
With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game
Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name
Bang, flip his block, hit the spot then they drop; Tetris game
Grips will get tossed, if I get caught, I'ma lie about the shooting, that's a pop I would never claim
Cause I was sitting on that stoop and dad never came
He tried to reach for the grip, too late I caught him first on his shirt where I left his brain
This scrub couldn't get it out like that messy stain
Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll put a band on my finger, it's not a wedding ring
Weapons raised, out of the jeans
I [?] I'm a son of a gun and I made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen
A young nigga that saw things and it stayed with him
Your eyes is like a window to your soul and in mine you see pain in it
I was with them niggas outside, they used to play with it
They got low as soon as they did it
They hit licks and booked but they was page skimming
The dirt, I make you lay in it
I literally got a bullet with your name on it
So when I aim with it, I put Ave in the grave with something from Ave engraved in it
Should I let the pump, sawed off or the gauge split him?
The caliber or the snub, either take two out of the .40 or the .38's hit him
Two 23's like Jordan and James with him
Stay gripping, ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women
If my niggas run in his trap they coming out with the cake with 'em
I tell 'em, "Dunny move. Straight kill him."
And do the same thing to eight bitches
Or you get popped over this body, they got burned trying to make chicken
47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim
The K spitting but the stance got him thinking DNA hit him
Body after body after body: I'm shape-shifting
Cake Life
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