URLtv, Jesse James, Conceited - Conceited Vs Jesse James lyrics

Listen, you the best in the what?
Then why smack ain't give you a slap
I started diggin the plot
He was feelin' a spot

East rappers travel west and
Keep gettin' em shot
Died at a light like biggie or Pac
So I pretend to loot Cali and you can't
I catch em in traffic with the 45 in clip
Put six in his chest and let
His ghost ride the whip
Yeah, welcome to the murder capitol
But don't get too relaxed cause we
Don't fuck with rappers thats wack
The wrong punchline get you smacked
Robbed for them stacks
You'll never be able to travel
This part of the map
And the worlds lot bigger than a apple
Trust me we got a app for that
I'm like nah he 4'3 what the
Fuck he gone do to me
Trey say jay what up trey
You check your card? Yeah he nice
When he gon be a beast? bout
Time that he hit puberty
I don't be killin' em I'm
Usually laid back wasted
No license movin' these cars
Usually raw watch em get cooked infront of
Yall like a Japanese sushi bar
When I drive the shoes be off
I hop out lookin' like a young roscoe
I copped those from my mexican vatos
Guns blazin', no hesitation
Laughin' as I grope the trigger
To roast this nigga while
The barrels is evelvatin'
Now thats what I call fund raisin'
Fuck famous, you a broke bum ass nigga
Your whole entourage consist of a gay
Group of groupies who got
Hives and 40 year old women
Working the window at Popeyes
Who get pissed when you ask
If you got hot fries
Listen, listen all jokes aside see
I'm thinkin' that was you talkin' that
Smack bout my raps and gunplay
But, I don't need that strap to
Drag you cross the tracks
Second he touch the runway
They find his body floating in front of that
Picture above a article next to the fun facts
When that St louis post dispatch, congrats
You'll finally make front page
So don't get it twisted, I am what I seem
I handle the beam
Dismantle your spleen til your bottom burst
Shatter your vocal cords
Leave you conceited, low self esteem
Its no question
When it comes to survivin' for cheese
Why is it I see
Quick to switch em up and hit em up
I let the shotty body his
Body and lift him up
? like a weight liftin' class
Shape shift his ass
EMT don't know if they need a
Trash bag or a bus
A bad bitch with a fat ass is a must
My last bitch was Brazilian before
That the twins was Albanian six back
Sip wine watch 'em strip in the club
So get lost, I'm on my Rick Ross boss shit
Talk shit
They find his body with Lil Jon Ramsey
Blood on my hands like a actor from saw six
Aw shit, I get on my uncut raw shit
Shots'll get fired, not from his time
Land on em and transform
Em like Optimus prime i'm from a city where
Niggas'll snatch your chain
And argue about who's the best rapper Drake
Jesse or wayne

Aite look, he said he wanted a big battle
Comin' at conceited is somethin'
You shouldn't go to
Its ironic you say people in
The Lou smell you and nobody here knows you
He's only known for chokin' in his
Raps and throwin' away a stack
Not for no aggression or no skill
You just a no namer
They just refer to you as the
Last nigga that went against ill
See this is a favor
Letting you hear these nice raps
If you so hot
How come you couldn't melt down a ice pack
I mean you couldn't be
Forreal with that babble
This match up is a back paddle
And from the looks from things you still
Look a little ill from that battle
I forgot my damn lines
Sike, you must be out yo damn mind
Imagine me freeze, thats not cool
Gettin' in a battle and say ah shit
I'm not you
You probably don't know what I'm talkin' bout
Cause that battle don't got views
And see I know when I remind you of that
It bring you a whole lot of pain though
But what really hurt this lame fuck
Your niggas keep sayin' my
Name before sayin' your
Name once and thats the truth straight up
This square better shape up
You think I believe
You conceal a mac cause everything you say
Make up? the rest of yall will get that
In the morning when you wake up
Battling me you stepped way out
Of your comfort zone
Nigga you ain't dumpin' chrome
You like Mark McGwire someone in Saint
Louis we always see runnin' home
The shotgun will strip him
Like skull and bones once I blocka
I'll get rid of the chopper like Puffy Combs
See this sucker known to be a liar, a
Faker, stop with the yappin' you frontin'
He thinks I'm gonna give him
Props cause he's actin'
In that case I'll make you sitcom
When I snipe your ribs