That was cute man, that was real cute
Now you about to get some competiton
Cause i dont know if anyone else is gonna say anything
So we about to get into this
Wr about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx, nah what i mean
S'Mickey! Blackout...bitch! XMJ. Peace to Lord GFC. yea
Im ready
Where ive been at
What im up to
Nobody cares
So my response is FUCK YOU!
Black ??? patron in the city y'all black foes
Throw my hues like Langston
I dont know what you thinkin
So Kendrick wanna play this game?
Cool i gotchu
Game point and i spot you
Shoot over you then i watch you
Look over to see the ball go through the net
When i watched you
You knew who to name in that song and who not to
From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit
Treatin kenny like Bain
After he blew gotham to bits
Gotta be mick
Got the slick tho
This is what you wanted nigga?
Competition from a killa thats a tons a spitta, COLD!
I wonder what ya steez did ya sunny illa bars
Black out eyes just like ya album cover nigga
You the king of new york?
Beg your pardon
The king of LA is dead
And that nigga from harlem
Dont be like Ja Rule, mimicking him
Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again
Who pushed up against
None of y'all
You avoid juice
Fake Omar Epps
Just be a Schoolboy Q
Gonna prove that he wrong
Talk over that shit
You set the bar high nigga
I vault over that shit
Hollywood star nigga
I walk over that shit
You say you sick?
I cough over that shit
Who want this?
Im targeting than you
Callin your crew
Who see the soul of Ab fly through
Sparring with you
Homie its true
But you know what?
I ain't gonna namedrop y'all to death
Cause Hova's team is the only Jay Rock you respect
New York
No beef
Just nigga grew warfare
I heard the record sat in my lawnchair
Like aw yeah
Im at the window like malcolm
Lookin at y'all scared
You at your internet window
You saying im soft, where?
You love my city keep it accurate dog
Stolo so haircuttin think you got fabulous bars?
Oh yeah
You use to copy Jaws Hamilton dog
A Good kid turned the mad city after him y'all
Plus the girl you was roomin with is outta new york
I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song
I ain't in it for the soul after them bars
I won't spare it
Im just concerned with the haters
Who hate after they hear us
So if black hippy step
They gonna die off, bless
Vampire with the bars
I'mma find y'all next
Killin everybody
You can cosign those bets
You shot and got a quick return
Like the IRS
Better than you
Said it back in twenty ten though
Polit(?) with the penstorke
Call up all yo kinfolk
Mighty with the sword
Ninja Gaiden its shockin
How i held back and came at em full force
Remember Raiden (yea!)
Lets bet on the next threat
New test next
You struggle with the bars over ya head
Like a bench press
Tellin you right now
Dont talk around me
Cause out west you couldn't picture gettin hit
Like a papparazzi
Black apple
Im ready to set it off
Comin for the bank
Who ready to play the God?
While im bustin open doors
Evreybody on the floor
Put the money in the bags
Dont ring any alarms
Im taking over the town
Ben Affleck on the song
And no king of New York
Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace
Put it on the blogs
For the frauds make a response
I'll be here with the rest of my city
Holdin the fort
Reality gonna show him that im raw
But can he get cancelled with his bitch?
Thats Khloe and Lamar
Lets have some...lets have some fun
You know, you wanted to have some fun? well lets do that then
Make sure, y'all ready
Cause clearly, we're ready over here
Nope. nah fuck, i got another verse
I bet the funeral home got a stash
Reverend got another church
Two arts and mouse
Id rather battle picasso
And Dali in the gardens of ???
Shadowbox with Ali
Postin up Barkley