[Round 1: Real Sikh]
ATL what up?

[Crowd]
WHAT UP!

[Real Sikh]
He said he on his way to a hunnid K, lemme see who I got booked
Heard my name, looked away, and knew his chances was all cook
If you wanna get past this first round, this ain’t the match that you want pushed
Makes sense his name “Stumbles”: he started off on the wrong foot
Boy, boy, bitch
I got classics they still debate
Caskets, I killed some greats
I used to be a nobody like you, now I walk in and the building shake
Here’s advice: don’t feel the hate
You seen Kendrick’s video? When you show ‘em Heart, you’ll change to a familiar face
Usually I shoot, for you? I don’t need no guns
Mayweather smooth: 1-2, his eye close shut
Tried to dip move *boomp boomp* his head and toes touch
Then I caught Stumbles like “whoo, that was a close one”
He hopin’ for a headshot, that mission is dead
My intuition is quick, I could listen to lead
The minute the trigger finna click, I dip to the left
You crazy if you think you gettin’ Sikh (sick) in the head
I sleep wit’ a Glock, they told me to give it a rest
Johnny Depp wife: I keep that shit on the bed
WHAAAAAT

Johnny Depp wife: I keep that shit on the bed
Handgun, he starin’ at my clip
Like damn son, where did ya find this?
I got it for the stare down
Shot it, made his head bow
Thought the clip had nada, pop it and he scared now
Prolly put him airbound
This is Loaded, Stumbles; Harlem Hospital givin’ beds out
GOATs on my line and shit
Told me start linin’ shit
Surf said “Go, AMG mode”, now I’m drivin’ it
Got the chance to talk to Brizz
Got the

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Surf said “Go, AMG mode”, now I’m drivin’ it
Got the chance to talk to Brizz
Then got a call from the Dinininon, he gave me advice; these are Hollow tips
I don’t miss

He don’t do that, bruh
Why is he up here?
I don’t miss
MAC-10 wit’ precision
Ya cardiac isn’t relaxed, it’ll be trippin’
Medical staff sprint to react quick, ‘cause they think you need a sudden change of heart like last-minute decisions
Listen, this body gon’ set examples
Got a problem, I get shit handled
He hide in the crib like “Can We Talk?”
While he doin’ the Tevin Campbell
Ima bring that bitch down like Kevin Samuels
Combat (Kombat), all black: Noob Saibot vibes
Saw one round in his face like a cyclops eye
9 by my side
Take your life, not mine
Clips coverin’ Stumbles like “Sike I lied”
Jersey, bitch

[Smack White]
That’s the energy we talkin’ about
It’s a hunnid K on the line
Let’s get it
Stumbles, it’s on you
Hold it down
Smrrrrack

[Round 1: Stumbles]
I’m here
It’s amazin’, we in this bitch
We got Stumbles versus… exactly how the fuck Ima feel if I’on win this shit
It’s bogus
Ayo I watched a mother lose her son and she ain’t even know it
Two weeks later, found him dead in the basement; couldn’t smell him ‘cause she had COVID
N***a fuck you
Yeah
Fuck you, n***a
Fuck you, n***a
Fuck you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck you
Fuck you

You all hostile, fuck you
You all brolic
Ayo what happens when you held hostage
And the n***as who couldn’t make it to work that day got Sikh (sick)
I really been through it
My n***a I’on even trust pussy that got a grip to it
That’s how I been movin’
We fed n***as who let feds get to ‘em
Ayo- ayo listen
This- we fed n***as who let- we fed n***as who lets feds get to ‘em
This my life, not yours n***a
Fuck, n***a
This- f- lemme bring that all back, my bad man, fuck, my bad
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it
We fed

[Real Sikh]
It’s me
He’s the opponent
It’s me
I’m why he’s chokin’, not him

[Stumbles]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold- I got it
We fed n***a who let feds-
We fed n***as who let feds get to ‘em
My life different
I be tryna explain it to y’all but it’s nothin’ that rhymes wit’ it
You could turn anybody life into a movie, you just gotta be alive in it
I’m tryna keep my life
So I’m on point when somethin’ don’t seem right
N***a I really have dreams of gettin’ shot in the head; to wake up, I gotta blink twice
Who you think you playin’ wit’
Upstate don’t mean nothin’, I know dangerous
I read (red) blood, a vest’ll (vessel) help [Sikh (sickle) cell?] he won’t make it
I’ll split your shit
Stop playin’ wit’ me
Boy I got somethin’ that’ll get rid of Sikh
You’ll get pistol-whipped, and pistol-whipped, and pistol-whipped, and pistol-whipped
Boy I will pistol-whip you so fuckin’ bad, Ima have to go get my pistol fixed
My life
It’s my life, n***a
My life, not yours
This my life, not yours. Understand that
Nothing’s scarier
All this actin’; remember the movie Fat Albert?
Boy don’t take me out of my fuckin’ character
You’ll be a dead bitch
Iron to the chin
Siamese twin: his head split
Thang lift, hit his stomach
I feel he ate (affiliate) a bullet, on some gang shit
Another thang, how was your hotel stay? Mines wasn’t nothin’ great
I’ll cater to this bitch in the mornin’ wit’ a bomb on the fuckin’ plate
My first crush was too young
I was 9, I had the duck the eight
And fuck Surf talkin’, I been pickin’ locks since comin’ in mama house fuckin’ late
What we doin’
Ayo, it feels different when you standin’ in front of another shooter
All I do is lift (Lyft) pussy, I never even jumped in a fuckin’ Uber
Act up, Ima reach for it
Brand new P90, just put the beam on
Bullet hit you and your man
Shit whatever they go through, it’s between y’all
I’m talkin’ Oprah, Whoopi, clappin’ across the field, he’ll get banged on
Let the 9 go
Shit [?] could’ve told him he about to get rained on
Money on his head, them lil’ n***as’ll do it for chump change
After the gun bang, we just slide the paper to him like a gun range
You don’t know my city
I don’t give a fuck
This what y’all get from us
Damn near whole hood been locked so long they come home and go by pin numbers, n***a
You left iBattle to come to URL, this what y’all teachin’ n***as?
I mean, I knew you was gon diss Lex, Sikh (dyslexic), it ain’t hard to read n***as

[Real Sikh]
Chilla said that

[Stumbles]
Ayo

{Time is called}

[Smack White]
Yo, let’s get it
Dope, dope round
Let’s get it
Let’s get it
A hunnid thousand is on the line
A hunnid thousand dollars is on the line
That shit was a crazy round, let’s get it
Second round, Real Sikh it’s on you
Hold it down, hold it down
Let’s get it
Smrrrrack

[Round 2: Real Sikh]
Yo
All them raps ‘bout how you pack drugs, you better have substance
While he tellin’ his story, I split him in two; you’ll only know the half of it
Blade in his back, cuttin’
Take a slab of his fat from him
Collapsed lung look like he have nothin’
Abs touchin’
Flat stomach
Masked gunman
Clapped up wit’ a black pump that I add slugs in
Or I switch to the Mag’ bussin’
MAC dumpin’
Every kind of gat buckin’
I can’t choose, I got bad judgement
I just know in order to stop Stumbles, you gotta grab somethin’

WHAAAAAAT
Fuck is he talkin’ bout, bruh
Yo
Why is he up here?
Y’all wanna say it wit’ me

In order to grab- stop Stumbles, you gotta grab somethin’
I’m at your pad, huntin’
Rob you at the door
Think your property is guarded ‘cause you buyin’ a bunch of dogs
Rottweilers in your yard
I fire ‘fore they bark
*squeak squeak*: sound like sneakers slidin’ on a court

Fuck are you talkin’ ‘bout
I do this
It’s levels, dawg
Out-character?
Really? Really?

*squeak squeak*: sound like sneakers slidin’ on a court
Bullets’ll fall on your body and probably get lost
You gon’ have to learn forgiveness: find it in your heart
Ain’t no post-mortem or a morgue wit’ ice
I cut the corpse before the rigor mortis strike
‘Til the portions are lost in sight
I’m tellin’ his bitch what to wit’ a (her) body like abortion rights
I ain’t scared of ya posse
Carry a shotty
Air it beside me
Shells tear through his body
Holes in his clothes, what he wearin’ is sloppy
Yea it got through Stumbles, but the material choppy
Yo he’s so trash, I almost flaked this round
So trash, the garbageman won’t break him down
I mean he’s so trash, moms told me I better wash the dishes, mop the kitchen, then take him out
I ain’t have to sit down
Ain’t a reason he give
I could rap how I always rap and easily win
Now I know what Chess go through when he rappin’ his rounds
To get past Stumbles, I just need to be Sikh (sick)
You piece-a shit
All these drug lies you tell to ‘em
Ya pride too frail
It’s a cry for help to ‘em
You got family, instead of tryna find yourself through it
He said he gonna (Gunna) be a Thug
I’on know why ya sell (YSL) to it
He died, it don’t matter how this fight got scored
I gotta take accountability to right my wrongs
God tried to take him early, I say timeout, Lord
I’m claimin’ the body: this my life, not yours
Jersey

[Round 2: Stumbles]
Ayo look, listen
I got a White boy who just built a AR-15, he put his foot in it
Brand new scope, you could see the heads on the fly when you look in it
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Lemme give this boy a lesson
There’s n***as that’ll hop out a truck, grab you by your neck, we call ‘em dog-catchers
That same White boy buildin’ somethin’ wit’ a pump that could charge Teslas
Fuck all that street shit

What n***a
What, what, what
What

Fuck all that street shit
Anemic: we look for the cover-up before the heat hit
And I mean this
You could fuck around and eat a shell and see, Sikh (seasick)

Yo listen
You hear me?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

And I mean this
Boy you could fuck around and eat a sh- and I mean this
Boy you could fuck around and eat a shell and see, Sikh (seasick)
Problems, I’m all wit’ it
FUCK man
And I mean this
And I mean this
You could fuck around and eat a shell and see, Sikh (seasick)
I’m wit’ all that
Find your b- find your family in the hospital
Bullets in they head; they all wrapped
The clips in this bitch? We gon’ say it’s a 30
Who gon’ call that?
No, I will hop out a UPS truck and deliver a bullet
Who gon’ order that?
No, I will shoot Sikh (sick) so many times, it’ll bring Jordan back
Up the four
Just when y’all thought I was done, I got a hunnid more
Drum stick out the window like ain’t no eatin’ in my fuckin’ car
My life different
Keep your s- keep your gun, or keep your silence, or keep from dyin’
You ever heard a hunnid shots, n***a?
That shit longer than Teyana Taylor screamin’ Byron
I’m not the one to play wit’
Them lil’ n***as’ guns bigger than them wit’ no patience
It’s reality show walkin’ through my hood, Naked and Afraid and you won’t make it
N***a papi here, he just want clip him
He don’t even want talk to n***as
Just sit him down, throw a sheet over him
You see the headlines? A barber did it
This for y’all
Ayo
You see the headlines?
Sit him down, throw a sheet over him
You see the headlines? A barber did it
This for y’all
Gucci Mane, tell Jeezy these n***as done came to the wrong door
Yea I called my mother
What if somethin’ happen to you tonight? Who gon’ call yours?
You fuckin’ lame
Hah
All this rappin’ you be doin’, ain’t nothin’ change
Boy tryin’ level up? Ratchet in his face like all he do is play this fuckin’ game
I grabbed that pistol once I got here, bro
Don’t act like I won’t up the thang
Sam Jackson: I’ve had it just in case you put Snake on that fuckin’ plane
I’m different, bro
This my life, not yours. You gotta understand that
Like I trie- I will really kill you to bring my man back
This is what we do, n***a
Gangsta shit
Time, fuck
Fuck, man

[Round 3: Real Sikh]
My boy livin’ up to his name tonight
Ahahah
Yo yo yo let’s get this done
Y’all ready?

A battle rapper named “Stumbles”, y’all gotta make sense of this now
That’s like a basketball player being called “technical foul”
Yo we was outside right
Smack walked up to me like, “Wassup shun?”
He only dapped you up ‘cause he thought you was my plus one
You don’t exist

That’s a fact
That’s a fact

Yo
You don’t exist
You ain’t went through the struggle where everyone love you
Then get disgruntled instead of respectin’ your hustle
Nobody click on anything from you
A cop tryna test if you drunk the only one checkin’ for Stumbles
I got a question
Why would someone beat up the staff then get a raise?
Twork beat up Norbes and Smack still got him paid
He jumped Tony Bro, got the chance at a hunnid K
Who the fuck I gotta beat up to get a battle wit’ Drake?
You- you? You better start backin’ away
They had to pick a new set of judges, ‘cause of that sucka shit you did to Tony Bro and ‘em for nothin’
All ‘cause you were sippin’ liquor, learn a lesson from this
What’s the first thing drinkin’ does? Affect your judgement
You stole Snake Eyez title, that was stupid for yourself
Surf pressed you to give it back then you was sick as hell
Thought it was all good, should’ve knew it was a L
How the fuck you make Snake buckle, but still wasn’t Gucci wit’ the belt
You ain’t even steal that shit, your squad did, there’s nothin’ left to say
They got the job done, you robbed none (Nunn) like the judges yesterday

3 fuckin’ O
Boy, what, what, what
Boy, man
Boy

A chance at a hunnid K, how the fuck he get a chance at that?
Stumbles, Stumbles, you’re Stumbles?
Ain’t Stumbles the worst thing to happen to battle rap
I hate Stumbles, they ruin every rapper’s day
I hate Stumbles, they made T-Top fall on half the stage
I hate Stumbles
I HATE STUMBLES
I HATE STUMBLES
I HATE STUMBLES
Boy
I hate Stumbles, they ruin every rapper’s day

[Crowd]
I hate Stumbles

[Real Sikh]
They made T-Top fall on half the stage

[Crowd]
I hate Stumbles

[Real Sikh]
They the reason Danny and me wasn’t special

[Crowd]
I hate Stumbles

[Real Sikh]
They the reason Twork don’t reach his potential
I hate Stumbles

[Nunu Nellz]
Free Twork

[Real Sikh]
Free Twork, free Twork

Yo
Fuck a punchline, this is from them and me
This right here, like right now: the most famous you’ll ever be

Truth, he gotta hear this
He gotta hear this
Soak in the moment, it’s ya last one
It’s his last time, ya nah’mean

Yo this the most famous you’ll ever be
You’ll never see a five-figure contract
Smack won’t talk to you again or call you back
You gon’ be livin’ on the app
They killed you on a Twitter Space ‘cause they ain’t think you would win
Now when you go back in them Spaces, they gon’ kill you again
In one week we saw your career rise then it fell
Your car ride back home gon’ be quiet as hell
Man I was comin’ up humble, put on for my state
While the top tiers were chokin’, showed nothin’ but hustle
I reversed it: they was stumblin’, fuckin’ up then sayin’ Jersey; now you seein’ someone from Jersey fuckin’ up Stumbles
I’m on that Jersey shit, that goin’ all out shit
Real Sikh, and I’m the problem that you want rounds wit’?
You supposed to put in work, but that’s wrong now bitch
‘Cause you can’t show up to work when you

[Crowd]
Call out Sikh (sick)

[Real Sikh]
Jersey

[Smack White]
Yo give it up for Real Sikh, y’all
Yo hell of a performance, man
That’s the typa energy I wanna see for a hunnid racks
Yo
Last round, last round, last round
Hol’ it down, hol’ it down, hol’ it down, hol’ it down
Last round
Stumbles, it’s on you, let’s get it

[Round 3: Stumbles]
Remy told you: them boots, lace ‘em up
I lost twice, just like your life, Ima make it up
All that liquor, still came back off of the Remy like Lady Luck
The boy dyin’
Fuck a donation page, n***a we settin’ up a “GoFindHim”
Ain’t no Clip or DNA but it’s sponsored by Joe Biden
I’m on him
You a bitch, ayo what happens when you get caught walkin’
You wanna battle Tay Roc, bitch?
Wherever you go it better be all Caution
My life not yours, n***a
Them young n***as’ll pull up in Jersey wit’ no talkin’
I will have a n***a on every roof like you wakin’ up to the dogs barkin’
You 40+
I’ll kill you and bring you back just to hang your own Jersey up
Pull up lettin’ 30 dump
I’m talkin’ pop out the car like Sherman Klump
Growin’ up, it was a OG in the church, used to play the piano
I used to look up to him ‘til he told me to g- take the gun
He ended up a fiend on the corner, smokin’ base (bass) while I played the drum
Still gave the word to God, facts
At 15, he was the same fiend who gave me my first pack
I went broke, sold him soap, re’d up and gave him the work back
It’s different
I watched that man put his Bible down and the pistol changed the n***a
He went from stoppin’ problems to Hakeem Olajuwon and became a sinner (center), n***a
Fuck is y’all- ayo
I’m really from that jungle too
Don’t ask if it was animals out there
Ask me what I was huntin’ through
It was dreams of wakin’ up to those dead bodies, we never knew those nightmares was comin’ true
I lost one, they lost twelve, we was on them corners lurkin’
Workin’ the night shift; I couldn’t cry at those funerals, I’m not a mournin’ (mornin’) person
I feel you basic
But that don’t mean shit, I was lookin’ to lay Sikh (Lasik)
Air 50

N***a, no
N***a, what?
N***a

I feel you basic
But my vision different, I (eye) was lookin’ to lay Sikh (Lasik)
Air 50, watch everything fall a- watch All Things Fall Apart once I play, Sikh (sick)
You think you tough, my n***a? Huh? Huh?
You think you tough, my n***a?
Ima let you know right now, ain’t nothin’ past
I don’t give a fuck about all this muscle shit, n***a I will beat your fuckin’ ass
You runnin’ around here actin’ like nothin’ wrong, n***a I will beat your fuckin’ ass
And just ‘cause you got that nasty dirty-ass turban on, I should beat your fuckin’ ass
It’s my life not yours, understand that
[?] gangsta, man

[Smack White]
Yo give it up for Stumbles
Give it up for Real Sikh

[Stumbles]
Them fuckin’ slipups, man

[Smack White]
Dope, dope battle

[Real Sikh]
That “mournin’ (mornin’) person” was crazy