They said "tomorrow is far away", but we don't even believe it
Fuk you, I'm by the sea, I turn on my Cohiba (bye-bye, bye)
I come back from the Netherlands, I increase the GDP
We make the leases and I fuk the prohibited ones, the job, it doesn't pay (never)
Igo, give me the mesh, give me the bay or I break the window
She wants to buy new clothes, she works for us on Vivastreet
What's the point of playing crazy?
We'll come and get you where you live
A phone call, a wad in the envelope
I have enough to take my life away

Get you, three, four-get you
Like the number after one, I'ma get me two
It's FReezy F-you, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes
Maybach, grey-black
And I got a .44 and a 'K, like eight stacks
Fuk your city and your town, I state facts
Take that! No, better yet, like Diddy "Take that"
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine
There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none
I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt
You've ever seen, or heard, Car-ter, Har-vard, y'all scared
Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye
Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral
Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato, I say tomahto
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man, you better keep payin' me 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin' like Capital One, what is in your wallet?
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
FReezy, I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
I kick that shit now gon' put it in the trash (Deezle!)

A Lil Free-Style


I've never battled a Bitch Before as unworthy as you Pussy Nigga,
Barz is "Tripled Distilled" while All Your Lines' Mixed With Cheap Shots,
Infra-red Beams Pinpoints Vitals so lets Connect All Your Signs With The Dots
Shedding Light that's Very Bright, I've been Out-Shining compared to these Dimwits Lanterns That's Not Bright Enough,
Failed to See your bleak future even as a Fortune Teller with Binoculars, Obviously you Lack Fore-Sights Really Involved,
If he keeps "Thinking so Myopic", imma have to Break it down simply by Fac-To-Rizing His Thoughts,

Don't Cross my Path, Stick to your Crooked Lanes
Or imma go through you faster than a Japanese Bullet Train,
Torture minds in the most Cruel Ways,
Mastered all the Ruthless Games,

Not Medusa but am Equipped with Looks That Kills, That's Petrifying
Your 2 cents Valueless; lately Talk has become Too Damn Cheap,
Armed with a Deadly Knowledge, my Slaughter Pen is an efficient Tool That Kills,
Just like Eating Raw Yam~ Omo this Tubers(Two Bars) Can Kill

pussy niggas wanna battle me(for sure)
who I WANT IN FRONT OF UR BITCH I RATHER ME(blow me ma)
I GOT CAKE LIKE THE BIRTHDAY STORE(I eat a lil tought)
UR BITCH I DONE FUK THAT LovePeddler (skrrrrt)
YO MA I LUV IT WHEN UM THE ONLY THING U IGNORE
NIGGAS WANT TEST FREEZY BUT THEY SCARED OF THE FOUR
MONEY MONEY MONEY
FREEZY FREEZY FREEZY (the six letters)
I SEE NOTHING FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY

I never spilled the beans (never)
Since little-pe I knew the deche
With us the customer is geush
And if we don't know you, well, the taro is reuch (there you go)
It's a hassle, I get in my racing car
I throw sound at the bottom, I drive in the whole city (dirty)
The little ones lit the gravel
Engrave them old, the chain is food (squa)
Bullet in the head, you find yourself on the ground (here)
I'm not keeping my mouth shut but what are you going to do? (squa)
I put the burous in the re-crazy
I don't give a Bleep, I'm a baker
Oh Jesus of Nazareth
Every day I smoke, I say to myself "tomorrow, I'll stop" (dirty)
Don't worry about my size, I come from 9.1, I know how to fight

UM ON THE BLOCK ERR DAY
UM GUETTING PAID
I KNOW THESE NIGGERS WILL KILL ME IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE TOO
BITCHES WITH BIG BOTTIES LIKE BALOON
IM REAL AND U ALWAYS FAKE LIKE CARTOON
IM ABOUT TO START SHOOTING NIGGERS FOR THIS MONEY YO
SEE PICTURES OF OLD OL ME ERR TIME I SEE A HOE
BUT FUK IT MONEY IS ALL A NIGGER NEED I NEED SOME DOE
IF U AINT A SICK RAPPER Y THE FUK U RAPPIN FO?
IN UR BITCH FACE WITH THE NINE LIKE BITCH GIVE ME BLOW

By now I know you done seen me
On ya' stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV
I skeet babies on ya breezy
And I ain't' stoppin', Only Jack the Jacob could freeze me
Squeeze me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Popeye's arm
I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin'
'Cause there's one on all of mine, I'm the rap Phil Jackson
I built the rep for murder on every Who Kid
Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it the kid tight
And you ain't' even put up a fight, so its back to the amateurs
Wrappin' ya' sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats want to stand wit' us
They hop in the van wit us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs, now I'm back tourin' Canada's
Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers

I get kited till the haze gone
That's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones
You better check what the beat is sayin, I'm like a stove on it
The Dark, it ain't hard to see I'm far from a?
Harlem, gay fuk your past views
You think it's '89 the way niggas still snatch jewels
Plus niggas clap tools
And they'll have lead engraved in your skin like the ink they use for tattoos
Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude
And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew
Nah homie, I don't spit it, I live it
Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot
I swear I wish I had a camcorder
So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter
You motherfuckers prolly heard it befo
But just in case you dumb niggas ain't know...

fadal:
I get kited till the haze gone
That's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones
You better check what the beat is sayin, I'm like a stove on it
The Dark, it ain't hard to see I'm far from a?
Harlem, gay fuk your past views
You think it's '89 the way niggas still snatch jewels
Plus niggas clap tools
And they'll have lead engraved in your skin like the ink they use for tattoos
Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude
And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew
Nah homie, I don't spit it, I live it
Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot
I swear I wish I had a camcorder
So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter
You motherfuckers prolly heard it befo
But just in case you dumb niggas ain't know...

Trash like dust bin/
My gun sings/ blaow blaow

Brooce:


Trash like dust bin/
My gun sings/ blaow blaow

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres

Bleep you fadal your rhymes suck/
This nine, glock could take your life bros!/

Yo brooce is that a line or you're just whack you've just come in and i'll make your back go crack just know i'm dope and you're cold cos even with your bars it looks as if i've just scored a goal

Brooce:
Bleep you fadal your rhymes suck/
This nine, glock could take your life bros!/

I don't care about your money dog
No hatin' either
We can do this all day and I don't need a breather
I want yall to shut us down
How that sound
My name too strong you clown

Yo momma is so ugly, she and a monkey ended up TOGETHER She Is so dumb that it a banana TO GET HER

I FLOW LIKE IM INSANE
GUNZ POP UR MEMBRANE
I GOT SO MUCH MONEY FEDS SHOULD REMAIN
UMMA G MOOFUCKER
UMMA BUCK YA
I WILL MAKE UR BITCH SUCK MY DICK
IM ON THE BLOCK SELLING BRICKS
FREEZY IS MY NAME AND GOT NIGGAS ERR WHERE
IF IS MONEY BUSINESS TRUST ME FREEZY THERE
GRAB UR BITCH MAKE HER DEEPTHROAT MY DICK WHILE I HOLD HER HAIR
IM ALWAYS IN MY CORNER CUZ THE BLOCK IS HOT AND NO ONES CARE

fadal:
I FLOW LIKE IM INSANE
GUNZ POP UR MEMBRANE
I GOT SO MUCH MONEY FEDS SHOULD REMAIN
UMMA G MOOFUCKER
UMMA BUCK YA
I WILL MAKE UR BITCH SUCK MY DICK
IM ON THE BLOCK SELLING BRICKS
FREEZY IS MY NAME AND GOT NIGGAS ERR WHERE
IF IS MONEY BUSINESS TRUST ME FREEZY THERE
GRAB UR BITCH MAKE HER DEEPTHROAT MY DICK WHILE I HOLD HER HAIR
IM ALWAYS IN MY CORNER CUZ THE BLOCK IS HOT AND NO ONES CARE

do u rap battle....come on facebook to meet text rappers

Udejohnchi:
do u rap battle....come on facebook to meet text rappers

U WANNA RAP BATTLE ME?

Kicking Ass and Taking Names
As I lay this Bitches Flat, they Fake and Lame.

fadal:


U WANNA RAP BATTLE ME?

i mean you'll meet rap battlers that are ready for champ...and you've a pretty good lines that you're just wasting here

Udejohnchi:
i mean you'll meet rap battlers that are ready for champ...and you've a pretty good lines that you're just wasting here

AIGHT BRO GIVE ME THE FACEBOOK LINK

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

fadal:



AIGHT BRO GIVE ME THE FACEBOOK LINK

Just search for rap battle gods....and my name on facebook is Smart VaGe...add me up lemme add u to the groups

Check the files, Mr. Giles, he a winner still
These niggas broke, I'm allergic, pass me a Benadryll
You got it, nigga? Spent a mil, had all intent to chill
But niggas talkin' fly like they rent ain't my dinner bill
Kiddin', you gotta be, I be movin' modestly
Honestlly I'm the one that's pitchin' in the lobby B
And didn't care who's watchin' me
Basketball games and then I went and did a robbery
All through Harlem you spotted me
Pan Pan to Willie Burger, Haaji back to Dirty Kitchen
Four blocks down, niggas was on a murder mission
Facing a third conviction, me? I'm just swervin' different
Mergin' different, wolf inside the hen house, I'm observin' chicken
Franchise like Church's Chicken, words of wisdom
Fuk around with me and be a murder victim
I fried burger flip 'em, huh
The birds I get 'em, the fiends deserve to hit 'em
The first to the third? The work is gon' be workin' with 'em
Me? Y'all can't come around, better off just run around
Forgot I'm from the underground, in two days move a hundred pounds
Fuckin' clowns, up and downs, talkin' 'bout it's nothin' now
Kris Kross, I pull the Mac Daddy and make you jump around
Hundred keys on the private, who you lovin' now?
Tom Brady to Gronk, bitch, we touchin' down
My girl said, "Cam, you defeatin' the purpose," How?
"When you walk in the room, they still gettin' nervous
'Cause they know the old FADAL any time could resurface,"
Shout to Swizz though, I'm still eatin' off the Verzuz homie
I got more than the fighters and I ain't box
I got the up-front, back-end, door money and stock
So when Triller went public, 'nother mil out the box
Maybe over your head but I don't care about no props
And no, nah, this is not a shot at The LOX
'Cause them are my niggas, they solidified they spot
Now Kiss, right? He told you 'bout my crib in Miami
But he ain't mention Cali or my villa out in Maui
Or Vegas or Jersey or my timeshare in Bali
Or my ranch out in Idaho, I tell my neighbor, "Howdy,"
I'm just a hustler, go getter, money monster
You bleeped up? Shut up, I be your honey sponsor
I'm her only fan, I tell her as I dance with her
I start her OnlyFans, I be her manager
Clean her up like the janitor, baby I ain't no amateur
Look, we going to the top, just hold on to the bannister
Now I got her booked cross-country, London and Canada
When I stuck it in she said she never had a man in her
Then I abandoned her, or what it appeared to be
Came to my crib like, "Why you bein' weird to me?"
I sold weed when they used to call the shit dank
Name a year, any year, I ain't have a [?]
This little verse, big bank, you damn right my shit stank
Forty foot chandeliers, piranhas in the fish tank
I would put a end to you, only thing I ever told my connect was, "Send it through,"
Y'all problems are miniscule baby
Y'all ain't Gillie or NORE? I ain't friends with you
Everybody else, a hundred thousand for the interview
Nah, I don't wanna talk, y'all niggas chatty pattys
You got a problem? No problem, I'll send the addy gladly
Keep the mac engaged, Bleep all your accolades
It's one big masquerade, they talkin' from a backup page
The feds thought we were roaches, the crib they had to raid
I stood the trauma, they hit my bedroom with flash grenades
But y'all ain't stressin' me, God been blessin' me
Just one question though, why would y'all question me?
Like how we still in here, or how we still up here
Or how the Bleep we turn Suga Duga a millionaire, right?
He can't rap or rhyme, he can't dance or sing
But every morning we get up, nigga, and do our thing
Fleet farms, you in our way? Reroute
Shoot you in your leg then chill with you 'til you bleed out
Pussy niggas keep out, you know just what we 'bout
Papi on one line, the other phone Steve Stoute
Nothin' but exotic up inside the weed house
AKA the treehouse, you need help? Then reach out
Nigga we hear
Hold on

Look
Look in my eyes, you lookin' at pain
Lookin' insane, things around, they lookin' the same
I used to be in the spot with fiends who lookin' for veins
It was goin' downhill, get downhill, that sound ill
Block was lookin' around spill, you would've thought we all from Brownsville
Up the hill for water, sorta like Jack when he found Jill
Eight digit nigga, could meet me uptown for pound still
How I move? You have to hate it, look at his face, he aggravated
Look at they man, they agitated, niggas don't want it, tag ya favorite
Nigga, they signin' affidavits
Still movin' work but from my ocean view, I navigate it
You grew up Kenan Kel, well, me Larry Davis
Shorty said you like Boyz N The Hood slash The Matrix
Ooh, she so cool, she so smart
But I'm more like Mozart meets Ozark
Started when I was three, we used to throw darts off the go cart
That led to drive-bys, that homicide, I want that old chuck
Oh lord, yo Flex, I'm from some muddy shit
I'm talkin' Big L, Max B, Huddy 6
Alimoe, Shammgod, Herb McGruff to name a few
Nah I ain't the same as you and no I can't hang with you homie
Man I'm sick of you, y'all niggas too, y'all jiggaboos
Flex, you came to my block, tell me, was that shit a zoo?
I ain't have that thing or two? I save niggas like Argo
With this hard flow and y'all know, remember me at your car show
Like, "Cam, what you doin' here?"
I'm like, "We playin' truth or dare?"
Sellin' Ps in the parking lot in my newest gear
No water, souvenir, this rap here is a souvenir
This index is not for Windex but I make it super clear, nigga
Yeah we good, we good, we good

UM ALL ABOUT MY MONEY CUZ
I BE ON THE BLOCK ALL DAY BUT I DONT BE DOING DRUGZ
NIGGAZ WANNA ACT LIKE THEY KNOW ME WHEN THEY BROOKE
IF IT WASNT ABOUT MONEY THEN U SHOULDNT SPOKE
IM TRINA BE FRESH BUT HATERS PRAYING FOR MY DOWNFALL
NIGGER MY MONEY SO TALL
AND I BALL
TELL UR BITCH TO GIVE ME A CALL
EATING HEALTHY BUT STAY GRIMEY LIKE EVRYDAY
AND BITCH UM GUETTING PAID
STAY IN UR LANE PUSSY NICCA OR GET HIT WITH THIS KAY

I am sittin' on the clouds
I got smoke comin' from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football, on marijuana street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleets
Get high, so high, that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'cause
(I feel like dying)

Mic Check 1..2...

OK flow for rank? I'm on it/ I ain't from the streets... I'm honest/ buh I'm an 'outdoor fitness chick' ... Cos the 'street? I run it!/

And.... I don't roll with em gangs/ cos I'm a vamp with em fangs/ yall gon think it's 'Islamic police' how I'm quickly shutting down yall 'bars'/

Alright alright I admit it.. I ain't tough with my fists/ I ain't a real vamp too... so i ain't got fangs but a teeth/ but trust me on this one, I got a 'death note' and i I kill thugs with my scripts!/

And....i'm way ahead of my time too/ before all that feminism bullshit... I was already "squaring with em dudes" fool... / but then I turned vegan... Cos last time I tried beef? Damn i ate the chef too!/

NIGGGAZ WANT BEEF WITH ME BUT THEY SCARED OF A MOTHERFUKER/
IM IN THE COOP AND SHE SUCK MY DICK WITOUTH A RUBER/
FREEZY IM FRESH LIKE MILK OUT OF THE FRIDGE/
U DON'T LIKE ME U CAN JUMP OFF A BRIGDE/
NIGGAS GOT A LIL FLOW AND THEY THINK THEY CAN COMPETE ME/
I BE LAUGHIN AT U NIGGAZ ON TV/
GET A LIL MONEY AND THINK U RULL THE WORLD/
FADAL BABY I RULL UR GIRL/
MONEY ON MY SO I GOTTA STAY WORKING HARD/
IN THE CRIP ONLY ME ANS SHE SHE's GIVING ME MASSAGE/

Uh, leave the hood I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
Where Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits (you know I gotta nine)
Mother still gettin' high, she so damn gifted (I don't know what's wrong)
Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it my man, dig it I van wyck it (wyck it)
Wiggle wiggle the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired (fired) air in the back tires (tires)
Get ready for crack buyers, wrap liars in trap wires
thinkin' I'm aunry, be thinkin' I'm raunchy (raunchy)
Watch Menace II Society (shshh) think about Chauncy (think about that)
The snitch factor, now its a big factor (shits a bitch)
Shits a bitch, watch your shift who you pitch after
Get data, Michelle home from school her man Rich slapped her
Kish kashed her, shot in the air yeah kids static (this on my block)
Cause she joined the fraternity, the bitch capper
He ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood pitch cracker
Now rich not, she coulda met a rich cracker (yup)
She down high, word to Mickey D's they big mac'd her (mac'd her)
Bill train to fight us (fight us) Titus he gained arthritis (shit)
Cops they train to bite us (bite us) with Kalina can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike tyson 86 (young Mike)
That's why it's like I got a license for these eighty bricks (like Sigel)
Crib tried to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit
60K to Robby K, them cases never made 'em' stick

These lil niggas don't move me, go watch a movie
I'm too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey
I spin ya fukin neck when I speed the through
The ceilin is see-through, all you top billin off of me too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it
If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top
With a bottle of Cris lady you'll be naked on the spot
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop
It won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's
This hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots
I got a brand new semi out the box
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in
You'll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter
And ill be on the yacht round water out in Florida
Fuk the drama wassup, ya hammers in the truck
You butt, so chill or ima have to fuk you up for real
Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill
They all know I'm a threat hoppin out the Lex
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet
Like Aron and Brandy, Cary and Donna
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her Gabbana
Light skinned Heather I met her around the way
And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say
So ima skip to J, 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get em down and they on under clothes, in them bundlelobes
Nah I don't need an umbrella the car come with those
And to get one of those, you'll need 100 shows
I'm all summer froze, so the gun exposed
Ill gun butt ya fuker, here's a bloody nose
Yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose
Yea I'm grimy as fuk you got to love it tho
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her so what
Take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up"
You'll find a ice pic in a flow
With a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow
Me and the bread bandin like a love-vendor and a hoe
Like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes
I don't continue nothin I'm the stroker her on the night
On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin off the mic
Like Banks I don't usually do, well they usually do
And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too
Niggas starin at my chain 'cause it use to be blue
But I changed like you, deuce deuce in his shoe
I'm on kush, cranberry juice goose and I'm through
Then its back to the mansion to do what I do
I'm back nigga, this is part 2
The hunger for more money I'm right at ya door dummy
?? pops bottles up, nigga I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck
Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as Bleep
On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya ricatta tucked
They on that plottin shit, right in the lobby shit
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit
Family members identified in a body shit
'cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit
I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip
Concrete colored Mclaren its a hobby shit

fadal:
These lil niggas don't move me, go watch a movie
I'm too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey
I spin ya fukin neck when I speed the through
The ceilin is see-through, all you top billin off of me too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it
If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top
With a bottle of Cris lady you'll be naked on the spot
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop
It won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's
This hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots
I got a brand new semi out the box
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in
You'll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter
And ill be on the yacht round water out in Florida
Fuk the drama wassup, ya hammers in the truck
You butt, so chill or ima have to fuk you up for real
Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill
They all know I'm a threat hoppin out the Lex
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet
Like Aron and Brandy, Cary and Donna
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her Gabbana
Light skinned Heather I met her around the way
And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say
So ima skip to J, 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get em down and they on under clothes, in them bundlelobes
Nah I don't need an umbrella the car come with those
And to get one of those, you'll need 100 shows
I'm all summer froze, so the gun exposed
Ill gun butt ya fuker, here's a bloody nose
Yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose
Yea I'm grimy as fuk you got to love it tho
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her so what
Take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up"
You'll find a ice pic in a flow
With a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow
Me and the bread bandin like a love-vendor and a hoe
Like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes
I don't continue nothin I'm the stroker her on the night
On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin off the mic
Like Banks I don't usually do, well they usually do
And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too
Niggas starin at my chain 'cause it use to be blue
But I changed like you, deuce deuce in his shoe
I'm on kush, cranberry juice goose and I'm through
Then its back to the mansion to do what I do
I'm back nigga, this is part 2
The hunger for more money I'm right at ya door dummy
?? pops bottles up, nigga I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck
Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as Bleep
On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya ricatta tucked
They on that plottin shit, right in the lobby shit
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit
Family members identified in a body shit
'cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit
I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip
Concrete colored Mclaren its a hobby shit

I was honestly feeling this, like I wanted to call you out for a battle, but then I found out you ain't shit!!! Dude 'you bite harder' than
a Tyrannosaurus Rex! Smh!