(Sniper J's Verse 1)
I be in the class of illness that’s why I be droppin' classics, all y'all claim to get the bands, but, ya bands are really just electric plastic, phony shit better hold the clip to your dome and just get to home with it, ‘Cause I like it better when you frozen stiff in the past tense, bitch, casket closed damn it, bro, everyone wanna rap now, see the traffic flow, Y’all don't really got the passion though, bunch of tricks like a magic show, you just wanna get the cash and go, pass the dro with your homeboys on the block lookin' at some hoes ass on the gram and imaginin' what it'd be like to tap on those, I used to be a
Little bitch, now I'm a bit bigger, tryna get rich Trynna leave the basement, word to big tigga and the kid finna check it off the list, better run when I take these shots like a sprint tell all of ya dogs that barkin' won't end well, muzzle on dock and I’m not hesitant y’all fucked when I drop these bars like you in jail