[Round 1: K-Shine]
You know what’s gon’ blow yours the most about gettin’ shot? Losin’ weight
To know you spent all that time pumpin’ iron, it was a waste
The only muscle that’s gon’ work is in yo’ face
Nigga yo’ body gon’ be in a hospital in Jersey, but yo’ mind gon’ be in a whole different state
Okay, another New Jersey nigga wit’ a death wish
Taught my old dawg (dog) a new trick, fetch this
Ya man get his head split, then his neck hit
This shit’ll leave him in some kinda disorder: in a wreck, Sikh (and’ll wreck Sikh/anorexic)
Let’s get this work out the way early, like a day shift
First excuse not to go to school: I’m ‘bout to play Sikh (sick)
Patience (patients), we don’t need no doctor for this lame trick
If I come to check yo’ temperature, it’s wit’ a gray stick
You fake-ass Johnny Bravo
Who this, Real Sikh?
I’m bout to do you real sick
Make your niggas puke when they see you, they really reel, Sikh (real sick)
Baited him like a fisherman, I had to reel Sikh
Put the whole death on Instagram, I made the reels sick (Sikh)
You Real Sikh? He Real Sikh?
I’m real sick
Nigga I will put a disengage label over a kill switch
I’m real sick
That’s ‘cause the only remedy I know is peel (pill) shit
Steel pick, ill tip
Drill Sikh in the ‘cage
Gill Sikh wit’ a blade
Peel Sikh (pill sick) like a phase
I got a question, they got a Saw trip wit’ a maze
You from Jersey, sure (Shore) so why we never see Sikh (seasick) wit’ the Wave
Knock his turban off, we ain’t never seen Sikh wit’ no waves
I'll have him floatin' by a border, they gon’ have to see Sikh (seasick) wit’ a wave
I will stab then cross it
Bag then toss him
Steal Real Sikh (still real sick): Magic Johnson
Fuck a hearse, you ain’t gon’ need no bag or coffin
Barely (bear-) Snuggle(d) in a sheet: fabric softener
It’s gon’ be bangers like two gangs
Chambers like Wu-Tang
Shotguns, shoestrings
Bats: Bruce Wayne
Revolver: this shit’ll flip Sikh (sick) like a mood swing
.38, make it look like he not even Sikh (sick) like the flu game
I don’t care who came witchu, lame
We locked and ready
We ain’t scared to go to jail, ‘cause we been locked already
My young niggas: demon time, chopper ready
For 5K, they’ll take care of Sikh (sick) better than Dr. Sebi
I will treat your man like a brand new mission: Glocks and Desi’s
They won’t know if he died for Real or not: Machiavelli
I keep firin’, and we done sent a lot already
I want a cross on that box like he copped a Chevy
It’s no remorse, even though he ran for his life
High fives: every time we land we get hype
Scope on a Taurus, scanned over twice
[?] and maggots: look like lamb over rice
You know what’s gon’ blow yours the most about gettin’ shot? Losin’ weight
To know you spent all that time pumpin’ iron, it was a waste
The only muscle that’s gon’ work is in yo’ face
Nigga yo’ body gon’ be in a hospital in Jersey, but yo’ mind gon’ be in a whole different state
Okay, another New Jersey nigga wit’ a death wish
Taught my old dawg (dog) a new trick, fetch this
Ya man get his head split, then his neck hit
This shit’ll leave him in some kinda disorder: in a wreck, Sikh (and’ll wreck Sikh/anorexic)
Let’s get this work out the way early, like a day shift
First excuse not to go to school: I’m ‘bout to play Sikh (sick)
Patience (patients), we don’t need no doctor for this lame trick
If I come to check yo’ temperature, it’s wit’ a gray stick
You fake-ass Johnny Bravo
Who this, Real Sikh?
I’m bout to do you real sick
Make your niggas puke when they see you, they really reel, Sikh (real sick)
Baited him like a fisherman, I had to reel Sikh
Put the whole death on Instagram, I made the reels sick (Sikh)
You Real Sikh? He Real Sikh?
I’m real sick
Nigga I will put a disengage label over a kill switch
I’m real sick
That’s ‘cause the only remedy I know is peel (pill) shit
Steel pick, ill tip
Drill Sikh in the ‘cage
Gill Sikh wit’ a blade
Peel Sikh (pill sick) like a phase
I got a question, they got a Saw trip wit’ a maze
You from Jersey, sure (Shore) so why we never see Sikh (seasick) wit’ the Wave
Knock his turban off, we ain’t never seen Sikh wit’ no waves
I'll have him floatin' by a border, they gon’ have to see Sikh (seasick) wit’ a wave
I will stab then cross it
Bag then toss him
Steal Real Sikh (still real sick): Magic Johnson
Fuck a hearse, you ain’t gon’ need no bag or coffin
Barely (bear-) Snuggle(d) in a sheet: fabric softener
It’s gon’ be bangers like two gangs
Chambers like Wu-Tang
Shotguns, shoestrings
Bats: Bruce Wayne
Revolver: this shit’ll flip Sikh (sick) like a mood swing
.38, make it look like he not even Sikh (sick) like the flu game
I don’t care who came witchu, lame
We locked and ready
We ain’t scared to go to jail, ‘cause we been locked already
My young niggas: demon time, chopper ready
For 5K, they’ll take care of Sikh (sick) better than Dr. Sebi
I will treat your man like a brand new mission: Glocks and Desi’s
They won’t know if he died for Real or not: Machiavelli
I keep firin’, and we done sent a lot already
I want a cross on that box like he copped a Chevy
It’s no remorse, even though he ran for his life
High fives: every time we land we get hype
Scope on a Taurus, scanned over twice
[?] and maggots: look like lamb over rice
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