[J2]
I had a vision...
I was gon' come in here with two rusty blades and just run it up and down this n***a
I wish I coulda seen what I saw
Or I was gon' do somethin' crazy like...take that rusty blade and shove it in vein (vain), for no reason at all
Now I know this n***a gon' come in here tryin' to sound like T-Top, Twork, or Saga
But you need to understand what copyin' those styles involve
Headshot...you gon' come in here doin' all that biting, and leave here eatin' through a straw
Out the gate, I don't wanna hear shit about no struggle, dope, or street 'cause none of it get past me
Where I'm from, the fiends was cookin' outside
Choppin' coke so white the potato salad was nasty
Phones tapped!
Gotta remember that, 'cause when you answer it, you pretend your voice sound a lil' raspy
Goin' out to the suburbs to get that good chicken
Code word: Zaxby's
My bro told me I should come out here and give you n***as a pass
I said, "Why? I'm tryna win dough."
For 10 racks plus a pop, y'all lucky I ain't pull up like Danny Myers, bitch - with 12 'Ks out the window!
If what we roll up wit' ain't enough, and you n***as still want smoke!?
(*smack-smack*) We can extend those (extendos)
BOW! Now he the bitch nobody knows what happened to: Judy Winslow!
In this battle rap shit, I done been through hell!
The hate struck like lightning
They was tryna get rid of me
But I held the ratchet arm close through the storm: that's chivalry
I started studying these authors, and I seen what they was lackin'
I felt anger and frustration
You shoulda seen what it did to me
Forced me to grab the hammer and make these n***as write through the pain like Misery
As a youngster, the OGs knew I was good wit' a blade
They sent me after a couple n***as that was...
[Rebuttal Thattt]
I said, I'm too lyrically skilled to simply let the enemy kill
What I create in my head sick: that's mentally ill
I want smoke wit' the best MCs, and I'm burnin' the building down no matter the plate
'Cause I refuse to let anybody fire escape
I'll leave rappers under the soil
I torture guys!
I keep it real, even though fans prefer the lies (fertilize)
'Cause you be online talkin' reckless, like you a G and be lettin' the chrome bang
Well, I'm from a Mafia City, and they don't be playin' them phone games!
You had a Picasso in yo' house, didn't you?
Flowers, dolphins, and blue jays in the picture
We had sugar water and Kool-Aid in the picture (pitcher)!
We not the same!
My homie has been in and out of the pen his whole life
I gotta uplift him
2K won't come outta the PS4 - he stuck in the system!
One of my bros lost his life from gang-banging
And that made my relationship wit' Yahweh closer
That's when I realized that it was more to life
So instead of becomin' a Vice Lord, I took the Lord's advice!
'Cause us as a people got our minds messed up
Our minds weak!
We grip .9s, but stop raisin' our kids at 9 weeks!
That's why instead of killin' you in my raps, I'd rather keep you in check
'Cause we just two men that police don't respect
They tryna off wit' a bullet or a knee to the neck!
Ahmaud Arbery should still be alive!
He coulda been another Black man runnin' for office!
But instead they saw a Black man runnin' and offed him!
It's crazy!
So if I sound mad, that's 'cause I am mad
I got every right to be pissed!
'Cause every single day, I gotta fight for my right to exist
I do this for my wife, mom, and sister
They don't need to be hungry
You can 'Hate Me Now', but this 'One Mic' gon' be the reason that my 'Queens Get the Money'
Time!