[Round 1: DNA]
I almost skipped out on this battle with you, Mrs. Jones
But I got paid a lot of money from Smack White
But I'm terrible at saving it, though
So pardon me while I calculate my expenses from last night
Flew in two bad bitches from Cali, spent about 15 hunnid on that flight
Lost 4K in the strip club, but still got the bottles for half price
Lost eight bands playin’ roulette, but word to Tay Roc, that's lite
Woo! Now before we start, I just had to get the math right
Now, a lot of y'all fans feel like I’m predictable, right?
It's to the point y'all had me second guessing my own lines
Well, if that's the case and I'm predictable, ain't Aye Verb every time he do a show time?
Ain't Hitman with a remix? Ain't Con with a slow it down?
I ain’t payin’ y'all no mind
And who cares if y’all tired of me?
I'ma be on Nome 6, 7, 8 and Nome 9
Now, for Nome 5, first, you gon' get eight in your spine with this fifth in hand
The Carbon 15 second clips, that's Instagram
Fuck goin’ long, it bust quick, I'm a minute man
Have something here in both sides like the middle man
Jones, this ‘bout to be a body, he won't get to stand
I'm a different man, my heart stone cold and I'm with the cans
If the crowd don't like it, I might steal a fan
For talkin' silly, the four is with me, lieutenant Dan
If I aim at your crew, I ain't saving a witness
Long nose with the blazer, I'm naming it Pippen
Let a finger ring on his bitch like I'm makin' commitment
So if I say a time is on his back, it'll retire Jersey like I played for the Pistons
Lettin' my gun speak, rollin' one deep
Security let me sneak this in like subtweet
Fuck if his windows is tinted, I'll hit the front seat
They'll be movin' out in a minute, that's a sublease
But this new rapid style got me actin' wild
Math tapped your chin, I'm breakin' you to fractions now
It's like the Mayweather fight when we hear you rappin' now
They all saying “Man, he lost it,” that's Pacquiao
The punches I pack, man, will leave his shit cracked
And I'm the shit, Smack
Revolver, let's see him bare cans when he see what this six pack
Billy Dee Williams, if this old nigga hair gets slicked back
Colt 45 in his mouth, I dare him to sip that
Jones, I'm on a different level, won't get to settle
If it's beef, he'll be at the bottom, forget Stilettos
Said your bitch got the strap, told me your clip is special
If that's the one you marrying, Jones, I'll strip the medal
And I heard Lush One deaded you on some racks
How you let that sucker expose you?
Now you back on URL ‘cause them fuckers disowned you
And you said you was gon' shoot ‘em and still ain't get the funds that he told you
Well, good news, I spoke to Lush, now here's the bucks that he owe you
You one of the worst, word to Eric, you in for a long sermon
Be smart or see hawks as soon as I call Sherman
You got killed in the six, they set you up with the wrong person
The way he lost to I.C.E., man, I thought you was George Gervin
But word to my bro Charlie, I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
Except this clip'll chill a Jones before I do the other scheme with it
Now, I ain't gon' bug out, Jones, and pass the speed limit
So I'ma show you how to murder a nigga in three minutes
I almost skipped out on this battle with you, Mrs. Jones
But I got paid a lot of money from Smack White
But I'm terrible at saving it, though
So pardon me while I calculate my expenses from last night
Flew in two bad bitches from Cali, spent about 15 hunnid on that flight
Lost 4K in the strip club, but still got the bottles for half price
Lost eight bands playin’ roulette, but word to Tay Roc, that's lite
Woo! Now before we start, I just had to get the math right
Now, a lot of y'all fans feel like I’m predictable, right?
It's to the point y'all had me second guessing my own lines
Well, if that's the case and I'm predictable, ain't Aye Verb every time he do a show time?
Ain't Hitman with a remix? Ain't Con with a slow it down?
I ain’t payin’ y'all no mind
And who cares if y’all tired of me?
I'ma be on Nome 6, 7, 8 and Nome 9
Now, for Nome 5, first, you gon' get eight in your spine with this fifth in hand
The Carbon 15 second clips, that's Instagram
Fuck goin’ long, it bust quick, I'm a minute man
Have something here in both sides like the middle man
Jones, this ‘bout to be a body, he won't get to stand
I'm a different man, my heart stone cold and I'm with the cans
If the crowd don't like it, I might steal a fan
For talkin' silly, the four is with me, lieutenant Dan
If I aim at your crew, I ain't saving a witness
Long nose with the blazer, I'm naming it Pippen
Let a finger ring on his bitch like I'm makin' commitment
So if I say a time is on his back, it'll retire Jersey like I played for the Pistons
Lettin' my gun speak, rollin' one deep
Security let me sneak this in like subtweet
Fuck if his windows is tinted, I'll hit the front seat
They'll be movin' out in a minute, that's a sublease
But this new rapid style got me actin' wild
Math tapped your chin, I'm breakin' you to fractions now
It's like the Mayweather fight when we hear you rappin' now
They all saying “Man, he lost it,” that's Pacquiao
The punches I pack, man, will leave his shit cracked
And I'm the shit, Smack
Revolver, let's see him bare cans when he see what this six pack
Billy Dee Williams, if this old nigga hair gets slicked back
Colt 45 in his mouth, I dare him to sip that
Jones, I'm on a different level, won't get to settle
If it's beef, he'll be at the bottom, forget Stilettos
Said your bitch got the strap, told me your clip is special
If that's the one you marrying, Jones, I'll strip the medal
And I heard Lush One deaded you on some racks
How you let that sucker expose you?
Now you back on URL ‘cause them fuckers disowned you
And you said you was gon' shoot ‘em and still ain't get the funds that he told you
Well, good news, I spoke to Lush, now here's the bucks that he owe you
You one of the worst, word to Eric, you in for a long sermon
Be smart or see hawks as soon as I call Sherman
You got killed in the six, they set you up with the wrong person
The way he lost to I.C.E., man, I thought you was George Gervin
But word to my bro Charlie, I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
Except this clip'll chill a Jones before I do the other scheme with it
Now, I ain't gon' bug out, Jones, and pass the speed limit
So I'ma show you how to murder a nigga in three minutes
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