[Round 1: Young Kannon]
This shit got booked damn near last-minute
So I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my X flips
But first, the clip’ll make him get pussy: that’s Netflix
Things blew (blue), leave everything red: I’m ‘bout to set-trip
Wake-and-bake: smoke a nigga before he eat breakfast
Bomb on him, every line: I’m on that Flex shit
You gon’ take an L on the hood: that’s a Lexus
The target? X it, so exit, ‘cause everything I’mma X it
I’ll put your whole block on this cartridge: come play Tetris!
Call a Reverend
If the opp’ in the area, then it’s time for war
Tempt me, I’ll leave X stink’ (extinct) if he dyin’ to soar (dinosaur)
I showed niggas both our footage, you know, just to compare the fire, boar
And out the men I sold the links (Minnesota Lynx) to, my shit they admire more (Maya Moore)
Ayo, your shit-
I mean, you do your thing, my nigga, but it’s obvious you can’t fuck wit’ me
Xcel’ll rate (accelerate) better, but he can’t keep up to speed
I buck and squeeze
Stick and (in) the Desert like tumbleweeds
Drive-by, machine out the Camaro: that’s Bumblebee!
Yo, Smack! You got me fucked up, man
This short-notice shit ain’t the best conditions to work under
Plus, you got me battlin’ a nigga that wear hoodies with no shirt under
I’ll murk somethin’, Ruger stretch him
He a killer, but I do it better
Get a metal head from the Uz’ (ooze): that’s Super Shredder
X used to be a stick-up kid, walkin’ around wit’ the steel on him
Robbin’ niggas for re-ups, all in the field Hawkin’
But I will chalk him
Beat him wit’ a lead pipe ‘til his grill off him
It’s crazy - the bar went over his head, but he still caught it!
I ain’t come to play in V.A.!
I brought the .80 for smoke
Or the six ring from the 12 like Brady the GOAT
Nigga, the ratchet dumpin’
In my city, niggas been gettin’ clapped for nothin’
So if he ”died wit’ his eyes open”, that only mean the nigga had it comin’!
Weapon up
I ain’t untouchable, so the vest is tucked
My ‘Flesh of my Flesh’ covered, now I’m ‘bout to leave X in blood
You better book on God
The shit he brews (Hebrews) will get you drug
What you on, X or dust? (Exodus)
Small fee, them niggas ride for the low like the Megabus
I just came off a 30
Yeah, I showed Prep how to work the chrome
Now they got me washin’ an old nigga: it’s a nursing home
This yo’ season to be in that hospital bed wit’ the slow eatin’
Doctors givin’ him that “Put up 1 if it’s yes, put up 2 if it’s no” treatment
You outta time
This ain’t personal, all for the dollar signs
If X on paper, he get the Sig: that’s bottom-line
He ain’t a weak bum, but he still gon’ see the Gates when the heat come
Chest shot, his man catch ‘Cel back: that’s a refund
Southside!
This shit got booked damn near last-minute
So I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my X flips
But first, the clip’ll make him get pussy: that’s Netflix
Things blew (blue), leave everything red: I’m ‘bout to set-trip
Wake-and-bake: smoke a nigga before he eat breakfast
Bomb on him, every line: I’m on that Flex shit
You gon’ take an L on the hood: that’s a Lexus
The target? X it, so exit, ‘cause everything I’mma X it
I’ll put your whole block on this cartridge: come play Tetris!
Call a Reverend
If the opp’ in the area, then it’s time for war
Tempt me, I’ll leave X stink’ (extinct) if he dyin’ to soar (dinosaur)
I showed niggas both our footage, you know, just to compare the fire, boar
And out the men I sold the links (Minnesota Lynx) to, my shit they admire more (Maya Moore)
Ayo, your shit-
I mean, you do your thing, my nigga, but it’s obvious you can’t fuck wit’ me
Xcel’ll rate (accelerate) better, but he can’t keep up to speed
I buck and squeeze
Stick and (in) the Desert like tumbleweeds
Drive-by, machine out the Camaro: that’s Bumblebee!
Yo, Smack! You got me fucked up, man
This short-notice shit ain’t the best conditions to work under
Plus, you got me battlin’ a nigga that wear hoodies with no shirt under
I’ll murk somethin’, Ruger stretch him
He a killer, but I do it better
Get a metal head from the Uz’ (ooze): that’s Super Shredder
X used to be a stick-up kid, walkin’ around wit’ the steel on him
Robbin’ niggas for re-ups, all in the field Hawkin’
But I will chalk him
Beat him wit’ a lead pipe ‘til his grill off him
It’s crazy - the bar went over his head, but he still caught it!
I ain’t come to play in V.A.!
I brought the .80 for smoke
Or the six ring from the 12 like Brady the GOAT
Nigga, the ratchet dumpin’
In my city, niggas been gettin’ clapped for nothin’
So if he ”died wit’ his eyes open”, that only mean the nigga had it comin’!
Weapon up
I ain’t untouchable, so the vest is tucked
My ‘Flesh of my Flesh’ covered, now I’m ‘bout to leave X in blood
You better book on God
The shit he brews (Hebrews) will get you drug
What you on, X or dust? (Exodus)
Small fee, them niggas ride for the low like the Megabus
I just came off a 30
Yeah, I showed Prep how to work the chrome
Now they got me washin’ an old nigga: it’s a nursing home
This yo’ season to be in that hospital bed wit’ the slow eatin’
Doctors givin’ him that “Put up 1 if it’s yes, put up 2 if it’s no” treatment
You outta time
This ain’t personal, all for the dollar signs
If X on paper, he get the Sig: that’s bottom-line
He ain’t a weak bum, but he still gon’ see the Gates when the heat come
Chest shot, his man catch ‘Cel back: that’s a refund
Southside!
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