[Round 1: NXT]
I done prepped for a no-name...no-names
And now I gotta show what I can do wit' no name
Fuck is this, Mortal Kombat random selection?
I'm finna black behind the character in question!
I lost friends when they toyed wit' soldiers
It changed me, too
Alphabet soup: PTSD boiled over!
I'll show ya!
You a fill-in, I'm killin' this nigga
If he swing, I'll get rid of this spitter, my nigga
He was a puncher, now he a spiritual lyrical nigga!
You ever look at your gun and wonder what it do to your chin?
You ever seen your mother cry?
You wanna see her DO IT AGAIN!?
I can make it happen!
His body what they seek
I'm seven days from 21, he gon' turn up in a week!
Nigga sweet!
The right nice, and the left danger
My hands like jokes...let's put 'em to the test, hater
You won't even get the slogan...just catch-phrase ya
You'll get boxed in if we boxin'
See a demon from the shoulders like...like talkin' wit' ya conscience!
A rare threat!
He'll go from catchin' the fair one to a...fair catch!
But if I make contact, I know the homies willin' to slide
'Cause to them, I can't do no wrong
Extended clip, kiss him goodbye...so long
Creep through his peripheral, soon as I get close, dawg
Like his girl got his IG, his side profile gettin' blown off!
Nigga, it's my time
You read the Bible? I'mma need you to follow the guidelines (God lines)
Pocket knife, his temple gettin' poked
Somethin' small in his mind - little did he know
I'm strapped, holdin' it upright when the gun is pointed
But I'll turn if (alternative) they lookin' for somethin' different!
So don't worry about who next up
For now, it's NXT up
Go ahead and treat NXT like NXT ain't next up
I'm takin' everything necks up
I done prepped for a no-name...no-names
And now I gotta show what I can do wit' no name
Fuck is this, Mortal Kombat random selection?
I'm finna black behind the character in question!
I lost friends when they toyed wit' soldiers
It changed me, too
Alphabet soup: PTSD boiled over!
I'll show ya!
You a fill-in, I'm killin' this nigga
If he swing, I'll get rid of this spitter, my nigga
He was a puncher, now he a spiritual lyrical nigga!
You ever look at your gun and wonder what it do to your chin?
You ever seen your mother cry?
You wanna see her DO IT AGAIN!?
I can make it happen!
His body what they seek
I'm seven days from 21, he gon' turn up in a week!
Nigga sweet!
The right nice, and the left danger
My hands like jokes...let's put 'em to the test, hater
You won't even get the slogan...just catch-phrase ya
You'll get boxed in if we boxin'
See a demon from the shoulders like...like talkin' wit' ya conscience!
A rare threat!
He'll go from catchin' the fair one to a...fair catch!
But if I make contact, I know the homies willin' to slide
'Cause to them, I can't do no wrong
Extended clip, kiss him goodbye...so long
Creep through his peripheral, soon as I get close, dawg
Like his girl got his IG, his side profile gettin' blown off!
Nigga, it's my time
You read the Bible? I'mma need you to follow the guidelines (God lines)
Pocket knife, his temple gettin' poked
Somethin' small in his mind - little did he know
I'm strapped, holdin' it upright when the gun is pointed
But I'll turn if (alternative) they lookin' for somethin' different!
So don't worry about who next up
For now, it's NXT up
Go ahead and treat NXT like NXT ain't next up
I'm takin' everything necks up
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