[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Ya dawg is gettin' bodied
Just talk to my nigga Swave, they're gonna be callin' this a Homi
To Live And Die In L.A.?
I stop the coin before we 'Toss It Up'...
And 'Bomb First'; Don Killumini
Off the rip, believe he dyin', a clean sweep
Three-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the alien be sittin' on bars
[Crowd] Like E.T. ridin'!
[Rum Nitty]
You don't even stand a chance
Get smoked like that then the do' slide back on the Astro van
You let Tay disrespect you and yo' fam'
You got the battle, but Roc crossed you with thе Face-Off like the And1 man
I'ma show you what thеse hands do for any fan who doubt
So as you say, "It's 'Hammer Time'!"
One hit, puttin' Dan(ce) smooth out
You get me on that verge you'll (Virgil) die
I'll blow the pole that I'm packin', that pride'll (Prada) get you put on a shirt
You know how it happens, a whole different fabric
He gotta do his best to adapt or (Dapper) Dan finna go out in a fashion
Average
There's flaws in yo' style that I analyze
You can't be callin' yourself "the GOAT" if I am alive
And I'm on my job
I'll give you a Nipsey Hussle B.E.T. Award slide
'Victory Lap', my right hand to God
My young shooter? He be off the powder, you'll get back doored
He a snake off the Tony, Bro, but he don't jump on camera and talk about it
I'll clap you in public, up it, buck it
Then put the steel in (stealin') the belt right after he Stumbles
Big man will hear these shots and be runnin'
Long K
And this bitch Grande, and she think 'God Is A Woman'
That name flip is dangerous, I can rearrange him
Literally take "Dan" apart
Leave him in different places like my trigger fingers need A and (N) D
Believe they really itch
Might have to sign an NDA
Believe I'll steal his shit
Dump 80 in, knock DNA outta Dan, that's gonna have the DA in the mix
Still equipped
And this should turn you from a little bitch...right into (writing to) a dead man like Willow Smith
I'd have killed P for that Vicky shit
Grabbed him up and said, "Last performance ever Mike."
This Is It
You gettin' chipped
That boy startled you
You ain't want no parts of dude
I would've had something for Mike (four Mic) and (in) a magazine, like a Source article
I'm warnin' you
Do not get on my bad side
I give my shooter a fast jive
Plug him in, with a few gigs, like a flash drive
Fam' died, I pick apart humans
You think you better than me (demi)? You don't know the half, God
Fuck a squad
By myself I handle a clown
We ain't gotta jump, just shoot; Karl-Anthony Towns
Why Danny Myers and not an alien?
You dumb as shit
Why you put all yo' business in the street, for your opponents just to run with it?
You said, you was in a war with CPS for the custody of ya kids
Parallel Universe
Yet still usin' his real name while they was battlin' wit' the government
Fuck is this?
What you lookin' all awkward for?
You the one that said Vicky was on the Bobbie like The Waterboy
Stop the noise
When Tay said, "Fuck Vicky", you should've snuffed him out
Smacked him
Then told Roc, "Keep my wife name out yo' fuckin' mouth!"
You'se a fuckin' clown
Cuz turned yo' daughter to pizza, that was savage mode
Clap the pole
Have Dominos underground like Michelangelo
That was cold
You can't keep it real yoself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yoself
Ya dawg is gettin' bodied
Just talk to my nigga Swave, they're gonna be callin' this a Homi
To Live And Die In L.A.?
I stop the coin before we 'Toss It Up'...
And 'Bomb First'; Don Killumini
Off the rip, believe he dyin', a clean sweep
Three-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the alien be sittin' on bars
[Crowd] Like E.T. ridin'!
[Rum Nitty]
You don't even stand a chance
Get smoked like that then the do' slide back on the Astro van
You let Tay disrespect you and yo' fam'
You got the battle, but Roc crossed you with thе Face-Off like the And1 man
I'ma show you what thеse hands do for any fan who doubt
So as you say, "It's 'Hammer Time'!"
One hit, puttin' Dan(ce) smooth out
You get me on that verge you'll (Virgil) die
I'll blow the pole that I'm packin', that pride'll (Prada) get you put on a shirt
You know how it happens, a whole different fabric
He gotta do his best to adapt or (Dapper) Dan finna go out in a fashion
Average
There's flaws in yo' style that I analyze
You can't be callin' yourself "the GOAT" if I am alive
And I'm on my job
I'll give you a Nipsey Hussle B.E.T. Award slide
'Victory Lap', my right hand to God
My young shooter? He be off the powder, you'll get back doored
He a snake off the Tony, Bro, but he don't jump on camera and talk about it
I'll clap you in public, up it, buck it
Then put the steel in (stealin') the belt right after he Stumbles
Big man will hear these shots and be runnin'
Long K
And this bitch Grande, and she think 'God Is A Woman'
That name flip is dangerous, I can rearrange him
Literally take "Dan" apart
Leave him in different places like my trigger fingers need A and (N) D
Believe they really itch
Might have to sign an NDA
Believe I'll steal his shit
Dump 80 in, knock DNA outta Dan, that's gonna have the DA in the mix
Still equipped
And this should turn you from a little bitch...right into (writing to) a dead man like Willow Smith
I'd have killed P for that Vicky shit
Grabbed him up and said, "Last performance ever Mike."
This Is It
You gettin' chipped
That boy startled you
You ain't want no parts of dude
I would've had something for Mike (four Mic) and (in) a magazine, like a Source article
I'm warnin' you
Do not get on my bad side
I give my shooter a fast jive
Plug him in, with a few gigs, like a flash drive
Fam' died, I pick apart humans
You think you better than me (demi)? You don't know the half, God
Fuck a squad
By myself I handle a clown
We ain't gotta jump, just shoot; Karl-Anthony Towns
Why Danny Myers and not an alien?
You dumb as shit
Why you put all yo' business in the street, for your opponents just to run with it?
You said, you was in a war with CPS for the custody of ya kids
Parallel Universe
Yet still usin' his real name while they was battlin' wit' the government
Fuck is this?
What you lookin' all awkward for?
You the one that said Vicky was on the Bobbie like The Waterboy
Stop the noise
When Tay said, "Fuck Vicky", you should've snuffed him out
Smacked him
Then told Roc, "Keep my wife name out yo' fuckin' mouth!"
You'se a fuckin' clown
Cuz turned yo' daughter to pizza, that was savage mode
Clap the pole
Have Dominos underground like Michelangelo
That was cold
You can't keep it real yoself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yoself
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