[Intro: Drake & Event Announcer]
I just want to say, I think umm. You know it's-it's-it's a great thing this is literally for everybody who like stays up at night and watches these shits; and you know pays attention and knows-knows-knows, every-everything in-and-out you know. This isn't for-for anybody else
Let's uuhh, besides the past [?] battle. Which battle are you looking forward to the most?
I'm sure everybody's excited to see what Daylyt's gonna be you know. Umm yeah umm

[Verse: Daylyt]
Have a seat, let 'em settle in, don't be scurred
If this is just a settlement, then settle with thirds
I sat up nights writing, don't get the credit I deserve
I'm the one sending references, I'm who edit them words
I don't ask to be credited, I just check for the debit deposit, observe
While you sit and observe, I just service for all them platinum hits in the live jam
You know, "Let There B Lyt" was God's plan
You'd think I jot with God hands
I was being a handyman, hamburger helper for the logo
Jumped in the Meek beef just for the promo
I guess this how the show go
When you show low respect for those who respect and neglect you
I was the first Adonis, I made you pop, you ain't tell the world who I was
Stayed quiet, chillin', was mad but held back, ain't have the right feelings
Just know, when they too fake, you right with 'em, don't write with 'em
You tight with 'em, you stuck in the hype where they just tell you to type
Don't get the invite to the mansion party, I see how did you do
I had the location, got it from Nunu
You asked me to come and battle at the function
Don't fuck with the sunken place, it's just a taste, I ain't fuckin' with you
Oh, we got some problems, told you I was working with XXX
Don't reply to my texts
Now that he died, I regret not sending a verse back, but what's even worse?
You know who came and tried to murk that boy
Oh, I'm talking too much trail that I'm walking too much
See the youth die, that shit is sick they coughing too much
Trolling so I can take control of the stalkers who stuck
Algorithms down in my crowd decision notice all the trolls got big while my shit the lowest
I'm superman to these bitches to get the attention, then I gotta save 'em
That is why I behave dumb, that is why I became some type of internet clown
Under the stairs they hate me for clowning
But follow those with colorful hair
69 ways to block me was they being cocky
I'm just too sick, dawg, the rabies done got me
Scabies is hockey the babies in Watts see what I see
Not an option think
Of Watts see racks on racks keep it a stack at the top
They keeping the black owned black plot
Blacks don't rap about black owned stacked property
N***as dropping albums making cracks on pack poverty
What's sad is the fans think it's a great song
But why none of y’all helping out Akon?
Light work for the homeland, you're probably in your mansion chopping lobster
One trip back to the homeland, Waka Flocka
Give it all back; chains, cars, all that
Let a n***a see it's no slave ships, we Aborigine history
Lies the mystery rise mister reading his books but reading still is the trap native is the tongue hung English, olde English we finding for tall cans
Oh man, y’all meant evil
Every nut felt different, God said he made all men equal
Capital Steez, Prodigy, Triple X, Left Eye, ODB, The Anomaly
Every n***a that spoke up for our people got a depot, home Depot Mexican
I'm hoping it's work I have been too focused
I'm ready to die for being outspoken, I'm conscious but still lockin'
I'm crippled but still a stand up n***a without the crutches
No marching with my hands up, tell my people "we better lift the cans up"
To get rid of the cancer, It's he only answer, Iverson
I have been surviving in the slum dodging rivals
Who love thuggin', its crazy how the enemies is really my blood cousins
My cousins bleed the same, we thugs from kids
No matter how much you crippin', when you get shot you need blood to live
It's vital, Fido dog will stay by the bodies
Shorty load up the shottie one shot then we come up short
Webster hall, don't expect to ball in the circle, the feelings arise, your homies'll hurt
You see the curfew you get in your feelings n***as'll curve you
You show your street side don't let beef slide, slippery cow on the East Side
It's crazy how the East Coast love me but the east coasters'll slug me
Killin' thugs in my circle show no pity, yo city go silly for color purple
Get a glimpse, we cry in the purple rain
Screaming that BZ really the Prince
Believe me the prints
He left in a BZ lot, we starvin' for leaders
Left Bulimic Bulimia, see the kids throw-up signs
We grow up fine on the grapevine
When my partnas move, Chop got the tools
It's ironic how when our cribs die we got the blues
Well, Moby Dick thought killin' the livin' would get old
Give praise to the bricks, it'll only leave you with missed goals
The project, government profit off
I forget Sharif was the prophet, Boyz n the Hood took Chris ball
Menace II Society told the people to stop and start living good
Y'all watchin' a movie but it was filmed inside my hood
I seen Caine, Ziggy, and Durant ran the ally when D's came
This ain't a hood movie, this was a true story
A unit with the staircase felt this was a two-story, kids just building-up anger
Hang with the n***as who hangout, in the hood, fly as a plane hanger
Say the wrong word, you dead, n***as is playing hangman
Stickin' around the bodies, do y'all see the stick in the ground?
They kickin' us down, we wanna kick it, clickin' it on our own
Pick up picket signs when they wrong
Do we get the signs? This a sinus, you don't smell me
Thinkin' it must stank, is this how it shall be?
Is this how Michelle be
Next to Obama? My mama next to my father?
Please tell me, God, how could I focus in a broken home?
Only way to get dough is if I broke in homes, back to Waka Flaka
Oh, let’s do it, my crew wit' it, I'm too legit
Get down, your stomach a big round, a hula clip
You ballin' but still get chopped thinkin' I'm new to this
Spades was the card I played, gazed at the n***as since pickin' my friends
I got friends in the Knicks, I wish we could kick it again
When is shit finna stop? The plot is constipation
The hood all stars, hood constellations
To finish this all we need is God, who's patient? let's finish the conversation
I am waiting for a hundred Grapes
No more huntin' Grapes
A hunnid Bounty Hunters, a hundred Grapes
N***a, remember they hung us, the real enemy is really amongst us
We the monsters on lock, we just need to key-free the youngsters who are stuck in a box
We get paired up wit' the energy, we come from the block
We should square up with the enemies who stuck us in Watts
Cocksuckers rushin' the cops, oh, don't cop-out
Tell 'em Ca ca, tell 'em B-Dog
If we all emerge the hood, then Watts'll evolve
Big Wayne and Lil one Killa Twine and Wolfy, call the real ones
Our fight ain't with each other, our fight is with all these pilgrims
Respect in our hood, we gotta protect it
Don't neglect the plot, it's negligent
Higher ups gon' reject the block
We don't show no respect to the other side but yet we respect the cops
When they kill us
We get mad and go kill our killers
Deal our dealers' life for the drugs
Drug us in cells for sellin' drugs on a cell
Then we celebrate, screamin' “Free the homie”
We should go free the homie from enemy lines
We got many G's with the energy, insidious times
See, we really lying to the higher-ups, Watts tower
The wire stuck, the higher mention our priors, don't try your luck
Don't pry us, it's just Richard Pryor, screen comedy
The fable, they label me The Anomaly 'cause I'mma meet
With all of the n***as the hood was tryna beef wit'
If I am keepin' it real for Christ, then
I'm just a black boy with light skin