[Round 1: Arsonal]
You is no contender
I'm on the set shootin' like a motion picture
I got PTSD from the first time I had to toast a n***a
I ain’t rap about it
I threw up when I seen his stomach open, n***a
Wasn’t no Ivory
I ain’t feel like Red nor Meth first time I smoked a n***a
I only do it for the love and the passion
I never played puppet
I paid my peers, owned me a league, and get a cut on the back end
I was off the porch when Jasmine was fuckin’ Aladdin
I’m from the era a fat white man named John was always on the cover of Madden
I ain’t come up just rappin’
I was always duckin’ and dashin’
Shine murdеred you, then adopted you, that’s hungеr and passion
I did it all for the love of the trappin’
I was 13 years old, watchin’ where the oldhead n***as was tuckin’ they stashes
I’d take that shit, then blame it on the smoker
I was cuttin’ coke wit’ half the deck
After the shuffle, I made a razor out the Joker
You maneuvered as a soldier
In real life, you just Eric
In real life, I’m the shooter and the chauffeur
I’m from a place where I faced my addiction
You was ever facin’ eviction?
Yo’ house turned trap, can’t get a plate out yo’ kitchen
Lived wit’ yo’ guardian, but the angels was missin’
The city of Newark, where the Chinese store sellin’ dog meat, but it tastes like it’s chicken
I said, my cousin down, I’m tryna help him get on his feet
Won’t you send yo’ fine-ass baby mom down there to go visit him?
She ain’t even gotta give him no cheeks
When we lost to the feds, he ain’t say shit for some weeks
Judge gave him 30!
You know what he’ll do for a hug from a bitch and a kiss on his cheek!?
And I heard yo’ bitch a creamer
Put the visit on Caffeine, don’t forget the streamer
Lift the steamer
You better pack light, we all miss Aaliyah
I was failin’ since grade school
Teachers told Mom, “He need to switch demeanors”
Now I pay my lawyer to turn my F’s into misdemeanors, n***a!
[Round 1: DNA]
Once again, I’m-
N***a, last time we battled, you said you wasn’t gon’ mentioned nothin’ about my dead daddy
And then you proceeded to mention my dead-
I couldn’t wait to see this hater in the flesh
‘Cause it was a lot of shit you threw up vers’ DNA, and now you gotta say it wit’ your chest (Chess)!
Last time, you violated my pops, and was preyin’ on his death
This time, it’s gon’ go from “Mr. Disrespectful” to them payin’ their respects!
.38! FN! Glock! Revolver in the rear
We in the Matrix, it ain’t a problem that I fear
And I gotta be the One, ‘cause as soon I mention a lot of guns, Arsonal (arsenal) appear!
This gon’ be a quick 30
SIG sturdy, I’mma wig early
I’m talkin’ “Juicy” video
And I’mma put this Bad Boy on Big (B.I.G.) Jersey!
I’mma check his fam’!
Surf, Suge, I’mma wreck his plans!
I’mma rush Red dawg when the weapon blam
‘Cause if I can’t get to you, I’mma get Arsonal’s right-hand: I’m Mega Man!
What, you on a TV show called On Ten?
You got the glitz and glamor?
I’m searchin’ for this n***a on set, and I’m wit’ the hammer
So he gon’ be surprised when he hear this AR
P, I’m in the trailer!
I’m talkin’ lots of crimes!
Glocks and .9s!
Hittin’ arteries! A bullet rocked his spine
And I ain’t gon’ stop ‘til the aorta (order) fucked up like “Who forgot the fries?”
You use disrespect, I use intellect when I create my punch
You gotta fight violence with violence, so the gauge I dump
Wit’ you, it’s the same type stuff
Nothin’ amazing
You haven’t been great in about eight, nine months
So the only reason why I turned to raisin’ is ‘cause this Grape dried up
[Round 2: Arsonal]
So many lessons that life teaches
Even though I don’t get nothin’ but head (Butthead), I like Beavis
90-second rounds, you can get Saved By the Bell
They might Screech us
People come, go, some attach like leeches
Wouldn’t your nana be mad knowin’ she raised another confused-ass n***a praisin’ a white Jesus?
You see how-
I said, money cause all type of problems
You see how Surf got- JC got Surf into the summer now
How fast y’all think it take a crackhead to get through 100 thou’?
In a day, you got 24 hours
It had to be time-consuming
You know how time-consuming it gotta be for a n***a to recap every episode of Power?
You daughter mad ‘cause she ain’t play with you in hours
But she keep hearin’ you through the bathroom door repeatin’ what Ghost did to Tommy in the shower?
But I’m supposed to believe your squad step?
You prime TECs to bomb threats?
Man, your daughter just turned 3, right?
Meanin’ you ain’t raised your .9 yet
I used to palm the Biscuit
Enemies were shootin’ at my Honda Civic
Look at the bright side - they couldn’t aim
I always counted on my opps to miss it (optimistic)
I took Eric St. John dough (Doe), non-descriptive
Man, you can’t steal my bars
I’m Grape Street, all my lines en-Crip-ted (encrypted)
I was the shooter, doin’ drills was like clockwork
It’s like suicide
I had to touch the baseline to understand how the block work
You ever almost died? Your heart do not work
Before you see the light, code word “Blanka”
What that mean?
You go into shock first!
Drug talk - is you ready?
I been doin’ that
Y’all forgot 2018, I toured 35 cities wit’ the Fetty?
For one, I (eye) was 17 wit’ a .38 that was deadly
My queen trap!
My Trap Queen will remind you of Keisha from Belly!
My presence make-
(*Arsonal gets called for time*)
[Round 2: DNA]
Y’all said all y’all Jersey n***as ride together
But now it’s Surf, Suge, and the Indian that get the card lit
You stopped bein’ the star quick
Well, if you tired of goin’ through the motions bein’ in the backseat
Then tell him “Get out the car,” Sikh (carsick)
‘Cause we got the drop at the Hilton
This ain’t gon’ go well
I really ain’t wanna start shit
Long story short, we coulda got Arsonal (arsenal) at the hotel: I’m John Wick!
You used to be the owner of UDubb
So watch how I break this down
‘Cause you was the face, but nobody left wit’ bands
On every card he aired (Cartier), he left wit’ a G shocked (G-Shock)
Was supposed to get rich
A million (Richard Millie) streams, but no investments planned
When I was on a roll, X (Rolex) n***as was in the Presidential
You were still drivin’ kids to school to be a better man
Well, now, since the bus down (bustdown)
Ay, P (AP)! Tell him how to protect (Patek) the brand!
I’m holdin’ heat: hand warmers
O-Red better help you ‘cause you ain’t gon’ be able to stand longer
‘Cause I’m the type to wait for my opp to miss (Optimus)...
Like I got Arsonal (arsenal) in the whip
Go get the Transformer!
Chrome’ll spark
Two Eagles: Noah’s Ark
But the kickback not the same: we’ve grown apart!
Tool wavin’, motion art!
Blue Blazer: Owen Hart!
Shit, I got whatever suits Arsonal (arsenal): I’m Tony Stark!
I don’t care where his TECs is (Texas)
Everything’s bigger - we in Dallas
I push a (Pusha) T wit’ half the Clips(e) if you speakin’ Malice
In ICU, can’t keep their balance
Hooked to tubes, it’s gon’ be a challenge
‘Cause ain’t nobody in his team is straight
So they gon’ have to feed the Grapes: Caesar’s Palace!

[Round 3: Arsonal]
Check the stats, I got LeBron numbers
My Calico(e) caused madness for nine summers
This new era of battle rap gettin’ tired of us
Like Tony wit’ that Hawk, they on a whole different grind from us
They told me to get even
Big-ass .357, I play wit’ odd numbers
Twin Andrei Kirilenko-47s I up in his state
Now you the second rapper wit’ two ‘Ks (2K) to cover your face!
I seen the vision, completed the mission
It’s a cold (Cole) world, put you to sleep forever
Reassure you get the Dreamer edition
I get the shotty out the dizzo
But like a hatin’-ass YouTube blogger, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a body on the Lizzo(w)
This gun talk, embody it - let’s gizzo!
You need guns
Martin wouldn’t have been Martin without havin’ that Tommy on the shizzow!
I kidnap a n***a - knock-knock!
Got the steel lifted
The semi mean, or Jimmy Dean: he get the lil’ Biscuits
His people travelin’, I’m still wit’ ‘em
Coming to America 2: I’mma have ‘em at his funeral while he still livin’
Before the shot? Will uncle, steel-grippin’
After the shot? Jordan coach
If I jack son (Jackson), oh, this gon’ feel (Phil) different!
I put my opps on snooze, turn my vics into alarm clocks
I scope him from a distance
They got me winnin’ by a long shot
He felt his head, his tee was mad moist, then it all stopped
“911. What’s your emergency?”
Jaz voice, and then the call dropped!
I don’t trust no bitch!
My queen hit a scam
Tracy’ll drug a n***a, and the Nina’ll jam
Kitana vibes, I believe in my fans
I get to stackin’, it ain’t racks on racks
I get ‘em greased wit’ my hands
I’m solid every day that got the word “day”
Your vocabulary on punishment, we don’t get to see your wordplay
Interrogation room? You don’t say
Clips gotta love his daddy forever
Soon as I saw that paperwork, I curved Ray

[Round 3: DNA]
I said, Jersey vers’ New York
You could never do for your state what I did
I called Hollow
All we need is the Don cue (Q) to make him Boogie: that’s Highbridge
You’ll get clapped
I wish the n***a would come to my crib
So I can get the Machete, Arsonal (arsenal): Spy Kids!
Your real name Darrell Jones
You better get back to all your plannin’
I’ll have the ratchet where you standin’
And since we in Orlando, Jones, I could teach you how the drum works
You just actin’ wit’ the Cannon!
I’ll put the gun to the left of his cheek
Would think he Muslim, how I “BOW!” his head to the East
Then keep peelin’ (pill-in’) like the medicine weak
You said Power, so why the F he (Effie) trust a bitch when she gon’ leave you dead in the streets?
She lurin’ (Lauren) the n***a right to me
Caught him while he gettin’ his hair done
But Ghosts move very discreet
Got shot in the middle of braidin’ (Brayden), then his body, I left it to reek (Tariq)
I’m talkin’ Power, when Kanaan shot the cop in the park
Yeah, the setup Unique!
Then I’m (Denim) strapped: overall
In his head: know-it-all
Throw a round: bowling ball
As far as bodies, they gon’ have to touch Darrell’s (da rails) wit’ gloves: COVID protocol
I wanted Wess!
Your death was set in stone
For you, the semis ready, we got heavy chrome
And I’m the owner of a Cal’, boy (Cowboy)
They put a star on your helmet!
I really wanted Jerry, Jones!
If you tell him he fell off and his career did a 180, he’ll (heel) flip
‘Cause it shakes his pride
Me, I did a 360
Everything came full-circle
I still mention guns, but I made a stride
You know what? I’ll leave (ollie) the gunplay to you
It’s impossible to have a round without aimin’ .9s
See, we all got bored (board) of Darrell’s (da rails) grind the moment he kept skatin’ by
(*DNA gets called for time*)