[Round 1: Tru Foe]
I'm a survivor of a breed that died
Strategize, I had to slide
You wanna prove this ain't about the demographic and you can really rhyme
So this won't be a hate crime - he really 'bout to die for Pride!
If you scared of war, you don't deserve to survive
I can see the fear in his eyes
Why gamble wit' ya life if you shook, 2 (two)? Die!
To get by, try angles (triangles), it isn't fair
I know he scared
Lame n***as get boxed in
Be a man
You couldn't fit in that circle 'cause you a square
Let off a pair, that's a deucе for 2
Deuce-deucе his roof
Tried to send 2 for Foe, and I sent one to 2
Do the math!
They wanted us at a equal plane
I lost a bullet, he lost his life: my definition of a equal trade
We ain't the same
New Midwest, I paved the lane
Made a way for gang
You tryna make a way for gays? On Ultimate Madness 4? This ain't the place!
This ain't 'bout the cash
Y'all gon' make me mad
Gave 2 the fo' (tutor Foe), like I ain't study in class
Since we gotta clash, I ain't showin' remorse, though
Bring a whole new meaning to "LGBT" if you don't know
That's when a bullet go through your LEG, GUT, BACK AND YOUR TORSO!
I told bro, I hit the corner, you get the coroner
He don't realize that he dead!
P220, German weaponry in the palm of my hand
The irony: a fag gettin' smoked wit' a European SIG (cig')!
Accordin' to them Christians, the way he livin' a sin!
You wanna question God?
Ask "Is this what The Creator wanted when He thought of a man?"
All I heard was a little "Nah's" (Lil Nas)
Mask up, grip a arm
Try and flex and you finna bleed
I'll lift and squeeze
Now this man on a shirt...my version of masculini-tee (masculinity)!
Let's up intensity!
Gay rapper on SMACK? You throwin' off the energy
When the hemi speak, I remind them of SMACK originally
They gon' remember me!
Lurkin', in the streets
SPOTEMGOTTEM: the kid deceased
My first sign of 2? He get the piece (peace)!
I thrive in war! I'm scared of peace
The trench my natural habitat - you should be scared of me
Mob, n***a
[Round 1: J2]
You told- go 'head
You told n***as they don't know what it's like to get shot in the stomach and still have to battle
Well, that don't explain why you be around here chokin', bitch
And tonight I want you to remember what it was like to walk around wit' that colostomy bag...and don't forget shit
Llama gripped
I talk to these weapons, so even my metal knows
If the blade get confused on its location, I check him
You don't know what? You in Foe!
And that same blade? Like respectful white people
'Cause it go inwards (N-words)
You n***as is all hoes!
And you got here through a loophole
But it's furlough: I'm still in business, and I gotta let a few go
And I'm usin' the best gun I got...my true fo' (Tru Foe)!
I kick in his front door, wit' steel toes
They say he a stand-up n***a, I bet he still fold
When he seen me kick his kids' face in...'til the steel fold!
I been lit!
Doot-doot! Get your shit split!
I'm really pissed wit' P
I was supposed to be breakin' down JC like a Christian
Now my testimony is you
Well, touch your neighbor and tell 'em it was Tru(e)...
Can I get a witness!?
You ain't gonna win this!
'Cause after this, you goin' back to the gulag and battle one of them other n***as that died instead
But it makes no never mind to me
You know what they say: "Let the dead bury the dead"
The baby .9, catch him sleepin' and make him piss in the bed
They threaten me with the Feds
So actin' like I wasn't ready to battle this n***a is crazy
What you think he gon' say to make me move, bitch?
Y'all was really sellin' that I wouldn't come outside and see son (Sun)?
I'll buy no (albino) bullshit!
He get the full clip
And if you don't take the bullet, your men will
But don't relish
I'll pick all (pickle) you n***as off - I'm a big deal (dill)
I grip steel, he get the .9 and 12: mid-meal
Now his egg's open
What's crackin'?
Y'all thought I was gonna let him whisk by and beat me?
That's saddenin'
Go ahead, yoke (yolk) him up
'Cause over the beef, he'll become a vegetable
That's the only way I'mma let (omelet) that happen!
Y'all scramblin'!
I be lettin' MACs fly! Gats rise!
Even in another dimension, I'm really a bad guy
N***a, I'll hit you so hard, yo' 2K character will have a black eye
I am that live!
Rum told Ave he was gon' have to "M.O.P his auntie (Ante) Up"
And that shit was nasty
And this dumb mothafucka bet 100 dollars he was gon' beat me
Not knowin' he was gamblin' wit' his family
'Cause I'll raise you 100 I could send your mother sister to Heaven
Nitty had it backwards - we 'bout to up his auntie (ante)!
Rap, bitch!
[Round 2: Tru Foe]
I come from a block...where before you sold a bag, you had to put in work
And I earned the name "Tru" 'cause I made n***as lie in dirt
Shit finna get worse - it's just not to-day
Yeah, they canceled the parade: his Pride get hurt!
Made time to lurk!
Don't gotta rap about how my Glock'll shoot
I'll rock this dude
He bleedin', they couldn't believe it, I'll (K)NOT YOU, 2 (TOO)!
It's no secret, I didn't want smoke wit' dude
What approach to use?
For 25K, what I'm supposed to do!
Offset cheated on Cardi B, and you fuckin' up the Culture (Kulture) too!
It ain't the fact that you gay, n***a!
It's the fact that you hate women
Claimin' to send men in to go in to rape children? I ain't wit' it
Now I gotta get violent wit' him
My bro showed me a 12-inch clip
He like, "I wonder how many bullets fit into that"
I say, "When it clap, just aim between his head and his chest"
Apply pressure
Bring a whole new meaning to "keeping a foot on his neck!"
I'll die for respect! Too much pride to go and hide
The type to stay outside when the big homies told us, "Go inside"
You go inside
Me and bitch n***as don't coincide
I'll end the scene!
Jangle Leg: a MAC (Mac) cry!
This n***a trippin'! He say he wit' it
I been on missions!
Lose ya LIFE! I drop a sissy in the field like Biscuit!
Shit vicious! They know he dead
I'm from Chicago, the only place where the coroner faster than the ambulance!
Real gang member
Been in war wit' some pain-givers
Slain n***as!
Peel (pill) on him...I be provin' I'm a painkiller!
'Cause I'm from the same state as Mike Myers and Richard Pryor
Death ain't a joke, but it's funny how the killers what we aspire
Hungry...I see Paid In Full, and get inspired!
How you movin' idle
I'mma show you the difference between homo-cidal and suicidal
Load a rifle
We was both born in March, but you nothin' like me!
This clip extended
You'll sleep wit' the fishes since you a Pisces!
No angles, my pistol got the perfect alignment
Pull it and fire, a Eagle blaze
Foe burner turn down this flame
This war! You can't relate!
I catch this pussycat in the alley...he ain't gettin' home
I led him astray!
Nah, n***a, wait! He dead now! Bullet lodged in his brain!
This Caffeine - he don't realize he the n***a asleep at his wake
The body dead, a machine had him breathin' for days
They ain't catch the bar because your reaction delayed!
...Mob, n***a
[Round 2: J2]
Wow...
I think you should relax
You were wild intense (*chuckles*)
Take a breather
N***a always online talkin' 'bout "Real n***as don't smile"
(*chk-chk*) Dead n***as don't either
I'm finna torture you, bitch
Fuck loadin' the heater
The shit I'm finna do to you gon' make John Kramer look like Mother Teresa
You always online cryin', talkin' 'bout how you still in the struggle
My n***a, please!
If you really tired of livin' in that hood, bitch, I think you should leave
Smack givin' you the opportunity not to sell crack on that pavement!
Which part of the road so hard for you to see?
I get it...you a fuckin' pothole: the real problem in the streets
See, I done been homeless, sneakin' in basements to sleep
You not gon' talk to me about no struggle
I ain't have no clothes, nothin' to hold my pants up, and a warrant
Your boy was in trouble
Bro, I would stand there-
I couldn't use the bathroom 'cause it was upstairs
So I used to shit in a bag and I ain't throw it out in the morning
Everything I got, I got off the muscle
'Cause in more than one way, I was holdin' my waist (waste) together with one hand, 'cause I ain't have a belt
And I never buckled!
So when I say, I'll w-
Yeah!
So when I say-
When I say-
Stop playin' wit' me!
I said, when I say, "I'll wait 'til it gets rainy" to surround his house to collect
Just know, I'm really gutter
I peeped the votes
The fans took a liking to you, I was way outnumbered
So now I'm at his crib, crossin' bullets for the Foe like vampire hunters!
I'm a motherfucker! And I'm a professional
So why y'all got me battlin' this goofy?
What the fuck is he even around fo'!?
I'm always at least three minutes early to every event
Hell, even tonight, I got here with a .357 around Foe!
Y'all be GASSIN' this bitch-ass n***a! GASSIN' him!
That's why he look and sound bold
But after the headshot, he'd go from bein' a household name
To not rememberin' any names in his household!
The only thing you winnin' tonight is a bullet, and I'm bettin' the house on you
I'm 'bout to drop a round on you
I'm dependin' on one deuce and a tre, Foe...I'm countin' on you!
You said you don't like it when n***as talk about kids?
They off-limits?
Well, that's how I know we be on some different shit
'Cause if a n***a keep playin' wit' me, I keep him from playin' wit' his children, bitch
The semi spit...and you got two options
But the endgame is you gettin' slumped
Now that's a respectful bullet to the face, or a disrespectful bullet to the back
At this point, take it how you want!
The Glock dumpin'!
Nah! Pistol-whip 'til he drop somethin'
Sound like a New York n***a talkin': he got a (k)not for nothin'
I'm not for bluffin'!
The gun got a muscle, and this bitch bustin'
I don't believe he intendin' (tendon) to do nothin'
They said this wasn't gon' work out
Now I'm limpin'...I pulled somethin'!
Stop CRYIN' to these mothafuckas!
About how you need this money and it's your only way out
You got a family
You gon' take your lil' broke ass back to Chicago and play house
Besides, I brought the .40 wit' me
And honestly, this is your only way out
Rap!

[Round 3: Tru Foe]
They got me battlin' this gay gangsta...
I mean, seriously, y'all
He be like, "Pow-pow...the toolie spray"
I'm gettin' pissed off
This gay n***a can't shoot straight...his WRIST OFF!
THEY GON' HATE ME!
UM4, they gon' make me!
Rock his face or dump a Lil Uzi in J tee (JT)!
You fuckin' City Girl! I'm a block boy!
Y'all shoulda told him, JB!
Ay, P, I'm a real hustler
Nothin' I did was underhanded
I made 20K off three P's, and I wasn't scammin'!
He ain't understandin'
Recognize who you at war wit'
N***as talk about shootin' .223s, when I seen a n***a who died over two pair of Jordans
Total slaughter!
J2, FN, .223 - shit look like I confirmed the order
Proceed with caution, 'cause them AK bullets shoot 7.62
Or revolver - I shoot this 7, you goin' 6, 2!
You ever dipped a bullet in piss!?
So when Nina spit, she fit 2 (two)!
I didn't want to, but I got to
Violence, nobody thought about him if Foe got you
You so hostile, I'm a general
When the streets raging war, I find serenity in remaining calm
But I'm just like y'all - get angry, snap, and start waving arms
You talkin' drive-bys!? This won't go 2 way
Stay in your lane, don't try and merge
We all know you gotta watch your speed when the street curve
Bullets burn! Tell me, why would you try?
It's not a hate crime, homo...Foe be a reason you die!
Chop' with the scope, got a better view from the sky
I'm watching you...I put two in his eyes
Risked our lives! Really had to get loose wit' the blickers
I don't care that he gay
I ain't losin' to a 40-year-old Crucible n***a
They asked if I would kill him, I'm like, "What you say?"
This n***a won't see no tomorrows - he'll get a "Yes" today!
Gave! Foe! 2! Dug(g) his grave!
Yeah, yeah, bitch, he paid...wit' his LIFE! It got took away!
He can rap, but the only place I'll give him his flowers? At his grave!
When you rap, I'm not amazed
Gotta show 'em my greatness
Only n***a I fear wit' a pen? A n***a signin' a statement
I ain't playin'...
I ain't playin'! I ain't playin'!
25K to kill YOU!? Way above the market rate
And since you look like Gay Roc (*chuckles*)...
The murder scene? Caution tape!
And the bars cold! North Pole!
When I spit, n***as know it's trill
And they call me "Tru" 'cause everything I spit is real!
Mob, n***a

[Round 3: J2]
Third round!
That was a great round, but who had him winning?
Dumb bitches
Y'all really had me set up to come in here to a handicap match
With one hand already tied behind my back
Good thing I had a gun in it
Let's have fun wit' it
Where I'm from, bitches don't gossip about n***as they fucked
They gossip about bodies in ditches
Y'all woulda thought we were school shooters, 'cause we was really in them trenches
I need this 25K, more than you need to stop tweetin' and bitchin'
Machete, leave your clothes in shreds over that bread
Rags to riches
I got anxiety and a gun
So when I'm sweatin' bullets, I'm feelin' triggered
But it's Red Table Talk, 'cause I'mma put them Smith'n's
Gun in his mouth - what's the tea? I gave his lip ten (Lipton)
My bad, that "What's the tea?" shit was kinda gay
Lemme straighten this, then!
URL done gave you crazy shots! Crazy shots!
And if I'm lyin', somebody stop me
I'm puzzled...he act like he's some type of enigma
Does he even say "Thank you?"
That's why this is a homi'
'Cause in his battles, he only gives credit to the pair of docs (paradox) that figured out how to fix the shot that riddled his body!
So tonight, I want you to do whatever it is you feel like you might wanna do
Check his temperature for what? I ain't worried about a corpse losin' its cool
I'm finna finish you!
You said you had to come here and battle what? My what?
N***a, fuck a demographic!
Try me out - I'm wit' all sorts of static!
BOW! Body parts everywhere
N***a, my demo' graphic
And your BITCH!? Who gon'- Yeah!
And your BITCH!? Who gon' comfort her (comforter)?
When I leave your sheets bloodied and stained!?
He was comfortable, sleepin' on that mattress
Then I let a bullet embed in his brain!
You fake-ass Jakkboy Maine!
I can have your body in the back of a F-150, just right
I does this
You might be a lil wheezy (Weezy)
Eh, but as long as everything in the truck fit (TRUKFIT)
The gun lift! Stomach shot, his ribs gone!
I got a lot of hate for him
Headshot - he missed the barbecue!
They gon' have to make a plate for him!
Pistols will blow! Pistols will blow!
Pistols will blow!
I'm really 'bout to murder this ho!
I got Benjamin Buttons: .50 at Foe (fo')!
And your kids get mo'!
But they ain't gon' find the body of your children until the smell of the corpse get crazy
But listen, dude
We still on that Benjamin Button scheme
'Cause when they found out what the smell was, the odor (older) was his youth
Bitch, I'm cold!
And you can catch one to the dome!
And fuck all you homophobic mothafuckas in the chat!
This a 30...URL, I'm home
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