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I worked so moms could quit a job
And told her "Everything's underneath you"
It was peaceful, and I could teach you
But, I know these angles never reach you
So I give a fuck if you sold your moms work
Nigga
I sold my mom the idea she didn't need to
I'm not the new nigga
Who can't see through that style and
Won't box and move wit' ya
Four bar setups to current event (clap-clap)
Top a cool (topical) nigga
I'mma war wit' ya! This a different mode
Tonight, I’m in that different zone
You beat Mike P, had to cheat
And it was in ya home
I put up a classic at a Traffic
30’d Chilla Jones remixed "Crossroads"
Half the crowd had gripped their phones
I said "It’s not gonna miss ANYbody…"


Same shit hit Bizzy’s Bone! God, nigga!

Allow me to switch the tone
You use tricks to sway your thirds
He yells "Bitch", like
Ten times when lines don’t land
That way’s absurd
Top be like, "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"
Look, we get it…we hate the verse
How come when you come up Too Short
You make "BITCH!" your favorite word!?

You not as active as you like
You passive, lack the might
And no matter the excuse
We know a nigga’s true intentions who
Falls backwards in a fight
So you can cap it all you like
But he angled son great
I mean, WalMart Nitty, Dizaster and Math
Look, I’m fannin’ - son great
You know my favorite angle of yours
When you were spazzin’ on Tay?
The one you took in that Mook
Fight instead of standin’ up straight!
This is fate! And in the clutch
You was runnin’ from the ball
Provin’ climate change is real
We gotta find numbers to call
‘Cause cold is hot, hot is cold now
The Earth is wantin’ us to solve top agrees
All he remembers from that
Summer was the FALL! Big bang!
I am half a hunnid percent
But, if it’s the West, the hood is wit’ me
So in my region, a
(Regina) King, and I still look good at 50
What the fuck is a "Top Bizzy"?
We don’t care you won a battle
We care you Carolina
But talk New York like you
Were starin’ up the Statue
Look, I know Androids look like
IPhones when you compare ‘em, for example
But tell Top it gotta stop
A nigga swear he from the Apple!
These are gems I am givin’ you
Know what you listenin’ to
‘Cause when’s the last time you
Had witnessed a miracle?
I saw what you did to Michael
Snake shit’s kinda like you
Said you wouldn’t bring up his wife
Brought up his wife it’s kinda spiteful
So I’ll BRB cR-V, accelerate to find you
Get hit wit’ E Honda for what he did to Ryu!
And Ken’s next send TECs
No, bench-press, fine tune
The lunch blunt: high noon
Get hands-on: mime move
You said I wasn’t the breed to make
Him bleed ‘til I find you
I’m same as your diabetes, Top
Trust me, I’m the Type to (2)!
T Top, T, stop
These struggle stories we need to stop
We all got past trauma from some
Drama from a fiend pops
Look, I had holes in all my shoes
When it would rain, a nigga would need socks
Alligator huntin'
Now I get triggered when I see Crocs bang!
And I'm still tweekin' on SMACK
But ain't he speakin' lies to Blacks?
Calls us "King" 'cause he's a King
Don't we gotta redefine the facts?
I mean, after that tourney loss
You got us speakin' while we chat
How we call you "King" back when
You got beaten by a Jakk (jack)?
How many "white girl" flips you got?
Let's just state the facts i make the match
I control this room and your doom
You safe from that?
You only fillin' out in front
But, I can make you play the back
I can give you vigils or some visuals
You need examples? Alright, patience, black
You only read (red) what you believe
(The lights in the stage room change
Colors from white to red)
I'm makin' what you rap
Then you blew (blue) that tourney shot
(The lights in the stage room change
Colors from red to blue) yeaaah! YEAH!

Then you blew
(blue) that tourney shot and came
Up flat when chasin' racks
Look, I could give you limelight
Or green beams can take it back
Top, I'm tryna give you the light
But, I can make it fade to BLACK! Bang!
I'm a GOD, nigga! I'm a fuckin' GOD!
Smack, you know I gotta work
On what I work on that's time rap, bro

Aw, man
I just came here to make sure I do it right
Bitch, everything you do is light
He doin' tricks all like this
Nigga, the only shit I was scared
Of was the blue and whites! BITCH!
BITCH! BITCH! Now SMACK-
Smack, you think you slick wit' this card
Don't'cha? yeah, nigga, I'm on it
Soon as this shit got announced
It was deep breaths and eye-rollin'
The fans on the app wanna know who
We battlin' before we battle 'em
Fuck all this sideshowin'
Like, soon as you drop Top on Kennedy
It's gon' be mind-blowin'!
You gettin' gunned down!
I know you took a backseat for this battle
But don't you front now
And I only said "drop-top"
And "Kennedy" 'cause
I'mma kill this bitch with one round!
Now when they said we had five days to prep
I said, "Oh, I know we ain't makin' no cash"
This here was a cheap design
I had to sew fast just to give EK MK since
Y'all think Kenneth cold (Cole)
Yeah, I'm in my Coach bag
Y'all gon' see (C)! Okay (O-K) , E
Wait, that's a coke bag
My Jamaican shooter catch you and
Cortez in the whip
And make y'all both crash
He said "Give the Bodega a shot
Or he gon' hit a mind clear
(Moncler) in his coat tag!" i was broke bad
I had to smoke clips out the roach bag
Wit' a AR
Layin' on the couch like the old Cass'
Movin' whole packs
I really had the grind on my mind
I tried to be cool wit' him
But he be lyin' all the time
Revolver on his waist, I got a 9 up in me
'Cause if E go (ego) trippin'
Then I can't just put my pride to the side!
I'm from the Quay!
The Park is where we packaged all the grams
New crew moved in
And I had a ratchet in my pants
Told 'em "Stay in they lane
Or it's some static on your hands"
Lil' bitches was steppin' on toes
Like a daddy daughter dance
I'll let the 40 blam
But, I don't really wanna beef wit' him
'Cause if this was Power
You'd be hangin' wit' Tariq and them
I mean, over that 'caine (Cane) , you Drew
But, I'll be more like Ezekiel
'Cause that Glock 19
But, it's gon' feel like 23 hit him!
Now they say
"Why you comparin' yourself to the athlete?
I mean, what's the purpose?"
Bitch, I'm servin'
'Cause my family depended on that
Rock, and at times
My mom was a whole 'nother person
See, against Clips- I know yeah, I know!
See, against Clips
I said my moms was a trapper
She got her cookin' on
Then I said I sold her packs
I think you took it wrong
See, we got money together
Was really puttin' on
I even paid her half of the
Re-up when she took too long!
I'm a trap baby, bro!
Bro, I'm a trap baby, not a crack baby
You gotta get in tune
You had a nice house, both parents
Nice jobs wit' the swimmin' pool
I had to watch my big cousin
Shootin' heroin in the living room
You came in this world wit' money
But, I was born wit' the silver spoon
I never met my father
All I know is that he got blammed
So I turned to the streets 'cause
Whatever he ain't teach me, the block can
But he saved my life so many times
I know he the reason that Glock jammed
'Cause, I was nervous wit' the gun
It was my first time shakin' my pops' hand!
God damn! god damn! GOD DAMN! Bro, big bro-
Ay, bro bro, I got my first strap and
Went on three robbin' sprees
I wasn't used to gettin' money
Had only seen poverty
Now you got me rappin' wit'
These nerds for a living?
Shit just seem odd to me
I mean, I love makin' money off this sport
Just stop bringin' E kind to me (economy)
You from Utah, right?
Well, y'all wanna know what rhyme
With "Salt Lake City"? What?

A boy named Kenny
Who waited his whole life to
Have Norbes hang wit' him a house nigga
We know jumpin' off the porch ain't in him
He seen thugs
But tried hard to avoid they image
Bitch, I'm a trapper
I was really in the hallway pitchin'
I cooked every piece of the bird
'til it was all way finished
Like when they say Roc ain't help out Brizz
He was standin' in the doorway missin'
I wasn't surprised
That ain't the first time I saw Tay
(sauté) chicken! Long gauge grippin'!
(chk-chk) 'Til the law came trippin'!
One time, my mans got locked up pullin'
A broad day mission
No letters from his homies
They ain't even come and visit when
He had a court date pendin'
Now he playin' cards wit'
The oldheads from Vietnam
They still talk about their war days killin'
It's just crazy he gotta hang wit' the vets
'cause none of his dogs ain't visit!
Smack ain't know what I was goin' through!
To him
We was just the new stars they buildin'!
Hate from the peers! Hate
From the supporters!
He ain't tell us what all came wit' it!
Got me arguin' wit' niggas online
And I was all way trippin'
I mean, literally, gettin' into fan duels
(FanDuel) like a parlay ticket!
Bro, I treated battle rap just like the trap
I just switched blocks
Like when they told me I was on fire
I said, "I gotta cool down, bruh shit hot"
When they told me I kicked
Down the door for Carolina
I thought about that raid at my bitch spot
And when they said I was in a different bag
HOW!? Bitch, it’s always been a Ziploc!
Nigga! Bro! Bro!
First, I wanna shout out my son
You got a rich pops
Then, shout out Johnny for the
Grill and the wristwatch
Most importantly, shout out my driver
He get big props
‘Cause he helped me move coke through
Three states without a pit stop!
Bitch! Bitch! Ay, ay
Like that one time we had
A brick of some raw? Man, it was so clean
It’ll leave bloodstains around your nostrils
I mean a whole ring
I had to stretch that shit out before
I gave it to the dope fiends
It’s like a Travis Scott concert
It got stepped on so much
It make you wish you got the nosebleed
Ay, RUM! Ay, RUM!
I know I was clownin’ ‘bout the Walmart shit
Bro
But at least you grind for each earned penny
And you travel state-to-state, nigga!
We burn cities
He just tryna get his recognition
Before he turn 50
But y’all gon’ run the West forever
It will never be E turn, Nitty (eternity)
I got a semi
And I’m ‘bout to start dumpin’ at his men!
He a beast on stage
But he a punk at the event
URL said "Fuck you" you-
Well, nah, you gon’ be here again -
You work for Caffeine
But, you still gon’ get somethin’ after this
Just tell him a Bear killed him
It’s a huntin’ accident