[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
Summer Madness comin'
Calicoe stop runnin'
Conceited, how you 4'5" and still duckin'?
John John talkin' shit, he gon' make me steal somethin'
Ask Smack, soon as niggas Holla "Hitman" I come and kill somethin'
This the nigga I've been hidin' from?
I mean that's what y'all was sayin' and whatnot
Man, don't let these niggas gas you
Around badass kids the only time I've ever ducked Roc(k)
What's up Roc?
All this tellin' niggas you been hot since I've been hot must stop
Eight years ago I was headlining Smack
Eight years ago you was battlin' Shotgun Suge in front of a bus stop
I've had enough Roc
Yeah you got MVP when I left the team, that just make you rust Roc
You see I got on TV and got me some reads
I'ma KD type of clutch Roc(k)
See you a motherfuckin' puppet, I put that on my granny gravestone
Cause you was yellin' "URL for life", so this is the platform you stand on
So help me understand how the fuck you the face of the league that you ain't even highest paid on?
I'm sick of y'all gassin' this average ass career, this is where the joy stop
Nigga your first Summer Madness call just happened to be the one I decided to boycott
I mean, everything you doin', I already did, I could've been done and finished
Ask Smack, what is the first battle you ever dropped on a holiday No pun intended
Tay Roc did used to own this buildin', but now he gotta give it back
I mean at least you know
When you own somethin' and got to give it back, I mean that is a lease, you know
Gun Bar King, boy in real life I was poppin' the chrome
You ran off with my style, this nigga Roc is a clone
Why you think when he got hot I was gone?
It made sense, I'm the battle king so you know they gotta throw Roc(k) at the throne
I mean we can ask Brizz if he next, he ain't nothin' but a lil' op
This could be a drove trip to the Carolinas, I'm just passin' through Little Roc(k)
Ayo Trez, I'm disappointed, you joined them to get a lil' hot?
My nigga, ain't ya name "Chef"? You supposed to wanna cook Roc(k)
They wanna triple team a nigga, this look bad Roc
It's three on one, I'm still shootin' I take bad shots
I'll knock Tay out, then pull a K out
And light the whole Cave up like I'm tryin' to find my way out
So the rest of the Cave better mind they business or get their noodle cracked
I'll put right up on Ave without Google Maps
God fam', watch yo' mouth, don't let it slide fam'
Your last tape, I give 'One Mic', he a Nas fan
Fuck a drive-by, I jumped outta that Dodge Ram
The .9 miss but the Drac' (Drake) hit, that was 'God's Plan'
I done watched niggas bully you on stage, but now you tough
My nigga calm it down
The way Calicoe was pushin' Roc(k) around, I know he had to make his father proud
Man, I'll knock yo' ass off stage, you'll get your skull and yo' shit cracked
I'll have him somewhere in the crowd, asleep off the punch like, "C'mon y'all ain't get that?"
But aye, even if they sleepin' then fuck it, get ya snooze on
Binocular vision on the scope, I get my zoom on
They call me Undertaker, get my wrestlin' move on
Tombstone lock, then graffiti the Roc(k) over his tombstone
Dot Mobb, Cave Gang, Gun Titles, y'all don't know what that mean yet?
Y'all done put Lebron vs Kobe
Nah, nah, that bar ain't about who y'all think better, or him not havin' enough rings yet
But more because I done seen your name on a few rosters, I ain't traded on my team yet
See, when I'm on this stage, I just give you a better feel
I'm still mad for Mike Brown, tell Iron he better chill
You skatin' on thin ice, quit thinkin' that you good
This remind me of the 90's, they treat me like I'm Suge
It's just me versus you, I ain't trippin' off ya hood
But if ya brother jump in
Summer Madness comin'
Calicoe stop runnin'
Conceited, how you 4'5" and still duckin'?
John John talkin' shit, he gon' make me steal somethin'
Ask Smack, soon as niggas Holla "Hitman" I come and kill somethin'
This the nigga I've been hidin' from?
I mean that's what y'all was sayin' and whatnot
Man, don't let these niggas gas you
Around badass kids the only time I've ever ducked Roc(k)
What's up Roc?
All this tellin' niggas you been hot since I've been hot must stop
Eight years ago I was headlining Smack
Eight years ago you was battlin' Shotgun Suge in front of a bus stop
I've had enough Roc
Yeah you got MVP when I left the team, that just make you rust Roc
You see I got on TV and got me some reads
I'ma KD type of clutch Roc(k)
See you a motherfuckin' puppet, I put that on my granny gravestone
Cause you was yellin' "URL for life", so this is the platform you stand on
So help me understand how the fuck you the face of the league that you ain't even highest paid on?
I'm sick of y'all gassin' this average ass career, this is where the joy stop
Nigga your first Summer Madness call just happened to be the one I decided to boycott
I mean, everything you doin', I already did, I could've been done and finished
Ask Smack, what is the first battle you ever dropped on a holiday No pun intended
Tay Roc did used to own this buildin', but now he gotta give it back
I mean at least you know
When you own somethin' and got to give it back, I mean that is a lease, you know
Gun Bar King, boy in real life I was poppin' the chrome
You ran off with my style, this nigga Roc is a clone
Why you think when he got hot I was gone?
It made sense, I'm the battle king so you know they gotta throw Roc(k) at the throne
I mean we can ask Brizz if he next, he ain't nothin' but a lil' op
This could be a drove trip to the Carolinas, I'm just passin' through Little Roc(k)
Ayo Trez, I'm disappointed, you joined them to get a lil' hot?
My nigga, ain't ya name "Chef"? You supposed to wanna cook Roc(k)
They wanna triple team a nigga, this look bad Roc
It's three on one, I'm still shootin' I take bad shots
I'll knock Tay out, then pull a K out
And light the whole Cave up like I'm tryin' to find my way out
So the rest of the Cave better mind they business or get their noodle cracked
I'll put right up on Ave without Google Maps
God fam', watch yo' mouth, don't let it slide fam'
Your last tape, I give 'One Mic', he a Nas fan
Fuck a drive-by, I jumped outta that Dodge Ram
The .9 miss but the Drac' (Drake) hit, that was 'God's Plan'
I done watched niggas bully you on stage, but now you tough
My nigga calm it down
The way Calicoe was pushin' Roc(k) around, I know he had to make his father proud
Man, I'll knock yo' ass off stage, you'll get your skull and yo' shit cracked
I'll have him somewhere in the crowd, asleep off the punch like, "C'mon y'all ain't get that?"
But aye, even if they sleepin' then fuck it, get ya snooze on
Binocular vision on the scope, I get my zoom on
They call me Undertaker, get my wrestlin' move on
Tombstone lock, then graffiti the Roc(k) over his tombstone
Dot Mobb, Cave Gang, Gun Titles, y'all don't know what that mean yet?
Y'all done put Lebron vs Kobe
Nah, nah, that bar ain't about who y'all think better, or him not havin' enough rings yet
But more because I done seen your name on a few rosters, I ain't traded on my team yet
See, when I'm on this stage, I just give you a better feel
I'm still mad for Mike Brown, tell Iron he better chill
You skatin' on thin ice, quit thinkin' that you good
This remind me of the 90's, they treat me like I'm Suge
It's just me versus you, I ain't trippin' off ya hood
But if ya brother jump in
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