[Round 1: Dizaster]
When a snake's out the grass, you can see them rattle
So out to bat I'm in fatigues and camo' lookin' for blood in street like Rambo
You thought this was ya window of opportunity
I'm 'bout to leave Saynt stained all over the glass like the Sistine Chapel
He keep referencing the Disney channel in every single battle
Cause he hella into the Cinderella bitch type
Ya mom hit ya phone you gotta be home before midnight
I bet you happy they puttin' these curfews on us
Cause now we get to experience what it feels like to be like this little bitch in his real life
{chokes}
Ever since you came in the game you had a change of heart
You and Geechi were the same but ever since then your trajectory grew ways apart
Cause he became a star and you became another basic player without a mainstage card
And we made you squad, even though when you scream it, we know it's not in ya veins
You just see this as a vessel that can take you far
So today I'ma show the world that you ain't who you say you are
Because they don't know you Saynt
We basically raised you like a dog, you taught you all the tricks you know, we trained you hard
You ain't no saint from God, you a fuckin' Saint Bernard
And people say, over the years that Saynt has risen
They think it's 'cause of his age, it isn't
It's 'cause of blatant favoritism
The platform, the stage he's given
The extra noise we make when he's spittin'
Of course all the battles that Saynt be winnin' are in the Bay or the L.A. division
Where the people are reactin' crazy to him
Cause the crowd is mainly made up of the people that came there with him
Squuuuuad!
We made you a efficient
You was a diamond in the dirt when we found you, we made you glisten
We made you a lot of things, but one thing I regret, is no one made you chip in
Cause we gave you gems, a free paid tuition
You skipped the line, you didn't pay commission
So consider this 50G's a tax fee for the foundation we built him
Bitch the only thing you paved the way or paid for is your own Playstation subscription
And even then, you fill in the empty spaces with your parent's names for the information you give them
What is this? Some type of black mailing system that was made by the Clintons?
Well y'all ain't 'bout to catch me on tape playing with children
Cause I don't play with kids, I ain't here to babysit him
I feel like Marlon Wayans I can't believe you made me face this infant
And straight up, after the shit he pulled off, he ain't no Krack City soldier
The shit that he did to Finesse? I can't keep my composure
Cause she paid you out of her own pocket to battle Rum and you took the money and then you canceled the battle on her
You like, "Nah, nah, nah, I'ma do this King Of The Dot shit. Give Rum to someone else."
That's what you told her
Who the fuck are you to turn down a battle with Rum and then scream "YTG" you fuckin' ungrateful backstabbing poser
The only thing you've ever done for Finesse is finesse her out of a battle you owed her
You just a fuckin' dick rider, goin' from clique to clique
Based on who can give you maximum exposure
And now the Rum Nitty battle is mine bitch, that matchup is over
And that's how you end a round without having a closer
Pussy
When a snake's out the grass, you can see them rattle
So out to bat I'm in fatigues and camo' lookin' for blood in street like Rambo
You thought this was ya window of opportunity
I'm 'bout to leave Saynt stained all over the glass like the Sistine Chapel
He keep referencing the Disney channel in every single battle
Cause he hella into the Cinderella bitch type
Ya mom hit ya phone you gotta be home before midnight
I bet you happy they puttin' these curfews on us
Cause now we get to experience what it feels like to be like this little bitch in his real life
{chokes}
Ever since you came in the game you had a change of heart
You and Geechi were the same but ever since then your trajectory grew ways apart
Cause he became a star and you became another basic player without a mainstage card
And we made you squad, even though when you scream it, we know it's not in ya veins
You just see this as a vessel that can take you far
So today I'ma show the world that you ain't who you say you are
Because they don't know you Saynt
We basically raised you like a dog, you taught you all the tricks you know, we trained you hard
You ain't no saint from God, you a fuckin' Saint Bernard
And people say, over the years that Saynt has risen
They think it's 'cause of his age, it isn't
It's 'cause of blatant favoritism
The platform, the stage he's given
The extra noise we make when he's spittin'
Of course all the battles that Saynt be winnin' are in the Bay or the L.A. division
Where the people are reactin' crazy to him
Cause the crowd is mainly made up of the people that came there with him
Squuuuuad!
We made you a efficient
You was a diamond in the dirt when we found you, we made you glisten
We made you a lot of things, but one thing I regret, is no one made you chip in
Cause we gave you gems, a free paid tuition
You skipped the line, you didn't pay commission
So consider this 50G's a tax fee for the foundation we built him
Bitch the only thing you paved the way or paid for is your own Playstation subscription
And even then, you fill in the empty spaces with your parent's names for the information you give them
What is this? Some type of black mailing system that was made by the Clintons?
Well y'all ain't 'bout to catch me on tape playing with children
Cause I don't play with kids, I ain't here to babysit him
I feel like Marlon Wayans I can't believe you made me face this infant
And straight up, after the shit he pulled off, he ain't no Krack City soldier
The shit that he did to Finesse? I can't keep my composure
Cause she paid you out of her own pocket to battle Rum and you took the money and then you canceled the battle on her
You like, "Nah, nah, nah, I'ma do this King Of The Dot shit. Give Rum to someone else."
That's what you told her
Who the fuck are you to turn down a battle with Rum and then scream "YTG" you fuckin' ungrateful backstabbing poser
The only thing you've ever done for Finesse is finesse her out of a battle you owed her
You just a fuckin' dick rider, goin' from clique to clique
Based on who can give you maximum exposure
And now the Rum Nitty battle is mine bitch, that matchup is over
And that's how you end a round without having a closer
Pussy
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