[Round 1: Calicoe]
I'm tryin' to teach him somethin', reach I'm dumpin'
This nigga ain't from Philly, they better go get Meek or somethin'
His own mama tell him not to trust me
I'm like Tyreek and them uncle
Don't get Smacked on this card, I'm Reloaded, tell him he can keep them punches
No buffs, we ain't never goin' through that shit again
Y'all see me buffed up on the news, y'all see me buffed up in the pen
Y'all see me buffed up e'ryday on Instagram wit' bands
So next time ain't no wastin' time we gettin' straight to throwin' hands
So who gon' make the plot?
Praise to Allah, he won't even get a chance to make salat
They find him in a vacant lot
Now we showed y'all we got hands at the event
But to be honest my daddy too old to be on that scrappin' shit
So the next nigga thinkin' it's cool to throw a punch at him, he gettin' popped in the head
I had Jakkboy wit' me? I had the drop on you then
Saw you in Sherman and Beasley put the cops on my mans
Then I saw you in Tampa Bay, I could've popped on him then
But I was ridin' hot wit' ten pints of drop on then
I've been told Smack, "Lock homie in."
So I can teach him the ropes
You strategically drop his battles just to keep him afloat
But I feel like I got the key to the vault
Cause I was there live and Tuna made you leap from a boat
Don't wanna hear lies, my shooters have you eat from a straw
Make a nigga unsee what he saw
It's been a buncha niggas in Jersey's tryin' to compete wit' a star
But shit different goin' against niggas that speak from the heart
I'm here to paint a picture
Bitch you're just a piece of the art
Chopper take a whole arm and a piece of the car
I'm tryin' to run a whole hundred you tryin' to reach for a bar
All my verses slept on, y'all just be thinkin' too hard
That's cause of you niggas
These do everything, everybody do niggas
These make a bar outta a word I never knew niggas
These Piru out the blue niggas
What part of the gang is that?
How is niggas damn near 30 and just decide to bang a set?
Some real Bloods should hop out on him, catch him and rang his neck
Cause you just chasin' clout for this, they shoot up people house for this
Ask the last fake ass battle rappers, they'll vouch for this
Shit can get real and we'll really chase you out this bitch
You wasn't born wit' that gang bangin' shit
How you niggas just wake up like, "...I wanna be a Blood...I wanna be a Crip."
That's like Bruce Jenner wakin' up like, "I wanna be a bitch."
So the gang bangers out here snatchin' old ladies purses, it gotta be a glitch
The gang bangers for the people nigga, you ain't listen to Nip'
I'm really from the D, I can teach you some shit
Meanin' I could Maserati Rick you or I can Meech you some shit
Meanin' I could see you in the crib where they gon' meet you wit' bricks
But that same crib can be a horror flick and give him a clip
Soon as he walk through the door I'm there to give him some Mitch
I'm 'Swag Surfin'' through his shit and tryin' to give him some drip
The next day his daughter sick
I done took the nigga presence (presents) I'm the Grinch
Don't look over there all my niggas on tip
That last shit got 'em paranoid all my niggas gon' trip
Cause I was at home lookin' at the tape like, "Nigga why you ain't do shit?"
So they ridin', right or wrong?
Cause even if they don't scrap on the road they gotta fight at home
But wait, this chopper leave him right at home
Don't even make it to his battle
Smack thinkin' he pullin' a no call/no show, not knowin' he won't even call no mo'
Nu Jerzey Twork? What you the new Jersey, Twork?
Cause the niggas I know from Trenton say they never knew Jersey Twork
All we know is you left the Goonies tryin' to go to NWX- what you needed a new jersey, Twork?
You chokin' every battle, you just a new "Jersey" Twork
Jersey
I'm tryin' to teach him somethin', reach I'm dumpin'
This nigga ain't from Philly, they better go get Meek or somethin'
His own mama tell him not to trust me
I'm like Tyreek and them uncle
Don't get Smacked on this card, I'm Reloaded, tell him he can keep them punches
No buffs, we ain't never goin' through that shit again
Y'all see me buffed up on the news, y'all see me buffed up in the pen
Y'all see me buffed up e'ryday on Instagram wit' bands
So next time ain't no wastin' time we gettin' straight to throwin' hands
So who gon' make the plot?
Praise to Allah, he won't even get a chance to make salat
They find him in a vacant lot
Now we showed y'all we got hands at the event
But to be honest my daddy too old to be on that scrappin' shit
So the next nigga thinkin' it's cool to throw a punch at him, he gettin' popped in the head
I had Jakkboy wit' me? I had the drop on you then
Saw you in Sherman and Beasley put the cops on my mans
Then I saw you in Tampa Bay, I could've popped on him then
But I was ridin' hot wit' ten pints of drop on then
I've been told Smack, "Lock homie in."
So I can teach him the ropes
You strategically drop his battles just to keep him afloat
But I feel like I got the key to the vault
Cause I was there live and Tuna made you leap from a boat
Don't wanna hear lies, my shooters have you eat from a straw
Make a nigga unsee what he saw
It's been a buncha niggas in Jersey's tryin' to compete wit' a star
But shit different goin' against niggas that speak from the heart
I'm here to paint a picture
Bitch you're just a piece of the art
Chopper take a whole arm and a piece of the car
I'm tryin' to run a whole hundred you tryin' to reach for a bar
All my verses slept on, y'all just be thinkin' too hard
That's cause of you niggas
These do everything, everybody do niggas
These make a bar outta a word I never knew niggas
These Piru out the blue niggas
What part of the gang is that?
How is niggas damn near 30 and just decide to bang a set?
Some real Bloods should hop out on him, catch him and rang his neck
Cause you just chasin' clout for this, they shoot up people house for this
Ask the last fake ass battle rappers, they'll vouch for this
Shit can get real and we'll really chase you out this bitch
You wasn't born wit' that gang bangin' shit
How you niggas just wake up like, "...I wanna be a Blood...I wanna be a Crip."
That's like Bruce Jenner wakin' up like, "I wanna be a bitch."
So the gang bangers out here snatchin' old ladies purses, it gotta be a glitch
The gang bangers for the people nigga, you ain't listen to Nip'
I'm really from the D, I can teach you some shit
Meanin' I could Maserati Rick you or I can Meech you some shit
Meanin' I could see you in the crib where they gon' meet you wit' bricks
But that same crib can be a horror flick and give him a clip
Soon as he walk through the door I'm there to give him some Mitch
I'm 'Swag Surfin'' through his shit and tryin' to give him some drip
The next day his daughter sick
I done took the nigga presence (presents) I'm the Grinch
Don't look over there all my niggas on tip
That last shit got 'em paranoid all my niggas gon' trip
Cause I was at home lookin' at the tape like, "Nigga why you ain't do shit?"
So they ridin', right or wrong?
Cause even if they don't scrap on the road they gotta fight at home
But wait, this chopper leave him right at home
Don't even make it to his battle
Smack thinkin' he pullin' a no call/no show, not knowin' he won't even call no mo'
Nu Jerzey Twork? What you the new Jersey, Twork?
Cause the niggas I know from Trenton say they never knew Jersey Twork
All we know is you left the Goonies tryin' to go to NWX- what you needed a new jersey, Twork?
You chokin' every battle, you just a new "Jersey" Twork
Jersey
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