[Round 1: Calicoe]

Today we gon' work on his left hand
I know you feel like can't nobody teach you shit in this game but the best can
Look at him, lined up; BAOW! I'm 'bout to stretch fam
And y'all gon' get to see it from my view, I'm 'bout to put him on the death cam
We all know he gon' come here talking 'bout how he used to stretch grams
And how the steel pop out his hand just like the X-Men which is all cool
Just no Cal/Cow bars, it's a lot at stake (steak) if the boy lose
He used to be mad at the door, seeing red, couldn't even get in until he joined a boy group
Well, welcome back to Summer Madness, y'all cheerin' for him, hoping he pull through
But this ain't my first rodeo, I'm 'bout to whip 'im as soon as the bull move
First we gon' take him to the trenches, how it was one eye open, I slept different
The difference is: n***a, I really go and slide on the ops with my li'l n***as
That's why I ain't gotta pay my shooter a coin, if I call, he set trippin'
It's all In the Name of Love, he step different
Free Kells; yeah, I said it, n***a, don't act like the females
But it's a bar, you just gotta wait for all of the details
I had a long with Smack and told him I know that I'm worthy
It's like I catch body after body and they still doing me scurvy
The shit is getting disturbing; when I got my check, it felt just like R. Kelly
I say "all of these kids I done fucked up and they still only giving me 30?"
Against Goodz, he said "What you gon' say I'm not from Philly?"
Which caught my ear cuz I said "What Philly n***a gon' ask another n***a if he gon' ask if he not from Philly?"
Which put me in research mode: you know, basically stopped in Philly
All I could find is a junior high he went to which was not in Philly
But the real PA n***as I know rep a hood, they really ride for something, slide for nothing
It be the n***as that ain't from the hood tryna be from the hood that end up dying for nothing
But to be honest, I fuck with Eazy, I just really feel like he hiding something
The only n***a that rep Philly without ever saying the side he from
We know Meek from North Philly, Beans from South Philly
Reed been a "Southwest Representer" his whole career, check the footage, I got plenty
I even heard Li'l Uzi Vert on a song screaming "North Philly"
I was out there battling Twork, this n***a was scared to walk to the store with me
He from a neighborhood next to Philly
That's why he be the only n***a reppin' Philly that be extra Philly
Man, I should bomb on him, if I ain't love y'all fans so much I woulda let em put Da Don on him
They wanted the fake Philly bul' on the card so bad, I literally watched them try to force a John/jawn on him
I'm where the dogs meet, you ain't a bully, you what they call sweet
Wasn't you just living with Du? N***a, you couldn't claim your broad street?
It's like e'ry since Beasley fucked yo' bitch you just been scorned for days
N***a, even Will Smith first words was "West Philadelphia, born and raised"!
Ay! THEY GOT ME BACK ON SUMMER MADNESS AGAIN!
This shit startin' to feel like (Crowd: Summer Madness again!)
Naw, you know how you not from Philly?
N***a, I ain't NEVER seen you pop a wheelie
How you Eazy the Block Captain and you don't even claim a block in Philly?
Where in the FUCK is the Million Dollars Worth of Game that you supposed to got from Gillie?!
Where in the FUCK is the rest of the bars that Surf got from Quilly?!
Pull y'all phones out right now and check his Instagram...
Where in the FUCK is the "Rest In Peace PNB Rock" post? This n***a NOT FROM PHILLY!
You ain't show that man no love so I'ma kill 'im, that's why this shit stay lit
I'm 'bout to tie this n***a up he come in here talking 'bout some bricks they get
I just overheard my 14-year-old li'l cousins talking 'bout a lick they hit
Made me go get a new chop'; that bitch'll battle a n***a anywhere, it's a Bigg K glitch
But get on the ground, shut the fuck up and please put something over they lips
But on the real, you don't wanna make me nervous in this bitch
Ran outta duct tape, grabbed the masking tape, now he can't say shit
But now the bloggers can really say the Wizard was in here (w)rappin' mixtape shit
These n***as blessed, they not dangerous, I swear, Smack, you be finding the lamest
Bet he barely got pussy 'fore he was famous
He talkin' 'bout he undefeated on the app like he was trying to make a statement
But the resumé was n***as like Cortez, Stumbles and Ace "Amen"
I mean, can we agree to be humble and take patience?
You 'bout to fuck the pussy up tryna rush to the room to get naked
Somebody roll some cookie up, I'm in the mood to smoke it with him
This how you fuck a rookie up inside a room that's fixed to get you
GunTitles, what up?! I hope y'all satisfied with everything y'all get from this shit
They put all y'all n***as on the same card... knowing y'all the dick-sucking clique
Now we gotta sit up here all night and listen to them do all that dick-sucking shit
Not to mention we heard one of the n***as damn near had a dick in his lip
But we ain't 'bout to slander the LGBTQ community, we know how the world feel 'bout that shit
But where I'm from, they don't just play and say you gay, you can get killed 'bout that shit
I'm keepin' it 100, you the type to get gun-butted
After I rob him and realize I ain't even get nothin' from him
Like, where yo' Qur'an at? What temple you pray witcha mom's at?
Where the real Philly n***as that's gon' slide if I decide to make contact?
Where the n***as that's gon' say "Naw, naw, Cal, that's where you cross the line at"?
I just see battle rappers behind you but what's beyond that?
Where yo' dirt bike or yo' chrome pod hat? Let's keep it trill
You ain't 'bout to come up here and real talk me to death cuz you did a bid
I knew you since you lost to Qleen over at the Powerhouse shit so don't come here talking to me like I don't already know who this n***a is
This the same Eazy and Eazy'll die
Y'all ever seen that "Crossroad" video? Yeah, I'm 'bout to send Eazy to God, n***a
How did y'all ever even feel he could win?
This a body and when he get to Heaven, Boon gon' kill him again, pussy!
[Round One: Eazy the Block Captain]

Charlotte, what up?! The Block Cap' finally made it, n***a
Y'all know it's Eazy vers-- no, fuck that, let's get (Crowd: Straight to these payments, n***a!)
You think you more lyrical than me? Fuck that, I'll pull up on a n***a
My style like fighting and I'm winning: I punch-- (Crowd: and talk to a n***a!)
You feel me?!?!
I ain't come here to hear you preach about another n***a's story, I wanna know what you did
And I don't give a fuck that's "chill, Eazy, that's Blackface son" cuz I thought he was a DJ for 50; I said "who kid?"
Bro, I don't give a fuck who son that you is, n***a, I'm April's son
And why would I come at you for having a dad when my brothers had to put a face on one?
But I know that's life
I'm just here to see your formation to see if his coaching right, see if he made you right
Cuz I had too much drive, seen too many signs knowing if I didn't slow down I couldn't save a life
See, this shit hectic and my 'Do Not Disturb' button was on so when you made "WWF" I thank you cuz I got the message
So I made "Top Tier" been on a clean sweep since then and that's what your diss infected
I understand y'all n***as think he poetic
Cuz he rap like he on a beat and he got bars and he got presence
But I got aim; I can hit him from a distance, like afoot/a foot, I got a fetish
And if I stand on it then it got some leverage
But you a created player and I don't respect it
See you the type of n***a that never did homework but because of who you know, you get extra credit
All in while I got my case by pushing my own weight; Cal, it's the aesthetics
See, you a year younger so we really could talk man to man
Cuz I went from hand-to-hands and at this time, my judge wasn't even give the stand a chance
I'm talking buddy was in demand
And if the shoebox bread went to a Western Union, they wanted me to turn that money into grams
N***a, I had to do it; you don't think that I hated it?
You don't think we thank Allah we made the shit?
N***a, I was rapping on a top tier before I made that diss
All my n***as got straps; Limewire, we let it rip
They like "E, how much and who to hit?"
I told em for a thousand dollars, Chris Brown: look, I'm happy with every pic(k)
I'm talking big shit: xanny flips
Bars and footballs, they can't even come to me if they can't pick 6
That's my bitch hustle now; different color pills in a gum wrapper, I even made sure my chick lit
N***a, I did this shit without nobody in my family being famous, yo
It was nighttime, no connection, not changing clothes
I invested in people who became traders, though
Toranio -- magazines outside ya pop's spot like The Wayans show
It's no real in you: I thought he was a kid, this n***a was 18 when that n***a went to jail
So whatever he instilled in you should be still in you
So you bragging to me about something you didn't have to do, bro, that's stressful
Giving all that n***a that credit when ya mom held it down; that's disrespectful
Hold up... you grew up with a mom and a dad? N***a, where we from, that's called successful
Battle rap got to watch you grow here/hair, so all the stories you tell us is dreadful
Yeah, this 25 days prep', once the money got deposit, I got direct
I'm talking album sales would increase if I grabbed my tech
Cuz depending on how popular you is, funeral pamphlets is Heavy Pressed
I'm talking death, it's a short stop and it can't be contest
I told you Cal, RIP can appear on your tombstone next
Boy, how spoiled do you gotta be for your whole family known for selling drugs and you out here fighting chickens and shit?
And y'all n***as think that we can catch a vibe?
Where his whole life was his family plan and off one of my phones I added four different lines?
See, when I was booked, it was my bread and my bailsman that made us bond
N***a, I read your case; you had two co-des and magically you the only n***a who ain't get no time
I'm asking why? Since you made yourself the target
It said "Hightower put the camera on the dogfighting" this n***a the reason why the investigation started
This n***a retarded; do you see why I don't be believing these n***as
Cuz while you dogfighting, I was bagging up what you was feeding them n***as?
Bro, I was in the streets, this beef burger was Mondo/mine, though
Didn't even trust my girl, if I w(h)ined for a bitch, it was Moscato
N***a, you'll get followed, if you lose a dot on my watch then that's Movado
The plug was my only fans, how I link and buy O's?
I'm talking door to door, we really sell shit
Cuz following these nut ass n***as woulda had my trail mixed
I sent my bitch to get her nails done and I got caught slippin', how that one call turn into jail/gel tips?
Bro, if you do not come here to rap then it's not a classic
I came home, I was less erratic
23 days and wake up, I was thinking of players I mock-drafted
Came home to attachments, red dot, epileptic seizures for the flashes
Them buffs will be a souvenir cuz once I saw the frame, we shot glasses
Closed casket was the arrangement, n***a
Take my--
[Calicoe]

Well boo him. Boo him!

[Eazy the Block Captain]

Why would they boo me?
Go, 1-0

[Round 2: Calicoe]

You know what they get for me battling you? They get to make a lot of chicken
You know what I get from battling you? I get to show that I'm different
I feel like Hov on a mission cuz I really went from O's in the kitchen to beating n***as 3-0 with no writtens
I'm doing this all without a pen, that ain't how we did it in tradition
Go 'head and scheme on me, I'll be there when the plot thicken
I love to pop up on a n***a right when he least expect it, like this easy pape'
Cuz if Eazy bake pies it's in a Easy Bake
Sometimes you gotta show, they don't believe you great
Like when you keep it so real, sometimes it's just... Eaz-ier to believe the fake
I see him coming for the classic like bro, that ain't what GOATs do
You had a stalemate with Chess, I mated him in four moves
You struggling with n***as I made into strong dudes
Meek said it's levels to it; what, you wanna play by your own rules?
Gimme a reason, my n***a, Smack... but keep your hands up, don't move
Cuz if we leave it to the app... this n***a just don't lose!
They really brainwashed! Is it the gun bars or the 'caine talk?
He even came here shooting at n***as today but his aim off
Just cuz he went to jail he want me to believe he was the main boss
Show me a n***a that's gon' vouch for you saying you was getting some cocaine off
N***a, we know you was the lame bul', that's why you battle rapping at 37 and just now seeing some real change for it
I ain't a battle rapper, I'm a legend, bitch, I walk around with the game ball
Taunting n***as, spinning it on my finger
Beasley, you booked me last minute, mothafucka, I'm a ringer
I done sent hits while I was getting on stage
I really been in this shit since we was making minimum wage
Can't win the game telling my plays
But I do feel it's amazing how the stage can really get a felon forgave
Momma told me get good grades and stay ahead of the grave
But I was raised by real n***as that had devilish ways
And I'm proud of em, you see what they made? He just a Surf clone
I got real steppers, they'll stand on the Block until the work gone
You the type to risk yo' life, why would you even agree to take my work home?
For him the pressure bust pipes, for me the pressure make my birthstone, n***a
Since 1990, April 5th, I been ready for this shit
I used to always have dreams I hit my daddy with a brick
Born in this shit; yeah, my daddy was a lick
'Fore the Towers got hit, 'fore we found out the levees wasn't shit
Prezzie on his wrist, in a Magnum with a dezzi on his hip
Real n***a, came to the hood and got e'rybody rich
These n***as be from places where e'rybody snitch
That's why I be so confused when I hear a Blackface diss in e'rybody shit
Y'all don't appreciate real n***as?! That's why y'all should get the death penalty
That's why that shit L.I. brought from the west be helping my stress mentally
Clip infinity, send a n***a to the Holy Trinity
Smack ain't gotta talk no percents to me, I'm a entity
Before this battle you was Mini-Me
I mean your wings gon' spread now but I'm addressing the centipede
Disintegrate any n***a you send to me, obliterate any n***a through similes
Turn a n***a night into a memory
Dark-skinned Jermaine-ass n***a, can you remember 'im?
"I can see ya pain" ass n***a, heart full of empathy
The streets cold, swallow you whole if you don't know
Was just on the beach blowed in Brooklyn with my Miami ho
She a RN, she came in with no panties on
I told her I'm plugged in; write scripts, I'ma get the Xannies gone
I can hear the bloggers now: "Cal, don't nobody give a fuck about yo' bad Miami bitch with no panties on"
But then they gon' go cheer for some n***as they know be taking trannies home
Fuck outta here, man!
How did y'all ever even feel he can win?
This a body and when he get to Heaven, Wo gon' kill him again
EASY!
[Round 2: Eazy the Block Captain]

Where I'm from, calicos is accessible
Put the gun down, why smoke him when this shit hit harder: it's a edible
Now they book my ops to come to me, normally we catch em at medical
His dreads'll be a collectible, the plug said "shorts wasn't acceptable except for you" how exceptional!
You bring your pops on stage so it look credible, I'm on schedule
If the wrist pop and it's in a Ziploc and it's sealable then it's saleable
See what they love you for, I give you no respect cuz being a girl is a character defect
"I got here late, I got here late" why y'all think that angle is a flex?
I survived stress, threats, deaths; the real OGs'll tell you that I'm blessed
See, ya last op was a battle of mine in real life: a op had a calico and threw it up at my chest
See, when I was watching you with no knowledge of you, I was like "clearly, you the best"
But since I been in the driver's seat, you know the image is closer than appeared when your mirror's on the left
Some things that I had to catch, like I shot a movie in Detroit... and I'm not saying that he living a lie
But this shit real, it's about to 'rive
See, this round a confessional, we care about you and not your father time
I heard... that you wasn't that guy
I heard you was Young Calicoe the rapper, wasn't known for no crime
So I got curious, I said "why nobody on your land seen you slide?"
So let's rewind-- vrr! How you and Mook get cool anyway? What, too much free time?
Cuz you a cassette tape, you dick eat and play the A and B side?
N***a, I look at y'all n***as like cheques so let you be the determined factor that my kids ain't eating well
I don't even gotta spell it out for you, n***a; I will kill Cal before I see a L
Welcome to the Brown family; keep it a bean, I'm not even the mean one
The result of us watching you again is physical therapy, we had to learn how to re-run
N***as always begging for a peace treaty if my piece come
If I pull up and it's n***as in a full ride that means nobody from the D won/1
I don't even gotta build up this bar, bro, you do a lot of ho shit
And you talk too fucking much, it's out in the open
Like nobody said nothing 'bout that O-Red situation til you exposed it
Nobody said nothing 'bout that Math and Mook situation until you told it
The fact that you called Mook soft and y'all friends all of a sudden show me both of y'all n***as bogus
And this n***a weird, secretly took a picture of NuNu ass and post it
Bro, this n***a was weird; that Hitman shit, that's when I took notice that he was pussy for real
Blame it on battle rap so it don't look like he folded
Bro, whoever still friends with this n***a, I wanna know what y'all smoking
Bro, they gave me everything I need to go in
Cuz once one n***a in your circle make too much green, they gotta watch their close friends
He say anything to get attention like he don't care
Talking 'bout he wanna date his daughter; I don't care how you mince it, that shit was weird!
All that weird ass shit go together
And you 32, I don't wanna hear that you don't know no better
Y'all better tell this rap n***a he slipping
Why I gotta tell a real n***a that being real gotta be consistent?
You gotta understand the name you carry so when you do sucka shit we start looking at (pointing at Blackface) that n***a different
N***a, I will die before I tell, I get quiet on the stand
None of my n***as pussy; Avocado shooting a Geechi event: we'll riot on demand
Why does the gym feel like trap shit, machines and diet in my plans?
Cuz I put on gloves to lift weights and still found some powder on my hands
N***a, let's talk about when you was 12 you ain't know sandwich bags was for sandwiches...
BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!
Bro, I find that funny that you even put that on front street
So you mean for 12 years you ain't never had two pieces of bread and some lunch meat?
See, they gotta be realistic, sometimes it's better to be simplistic, like you need to stop
Because the word "sandwich bags" starts with sandwich, mothafucka and the sandwich is on the box
N***a, that's Good Sense!
Okay, now let's talk about you skinny-dipping with six bitches (I ain't forget about that)
BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!
Where was the bitches at? And why was you acting like it was a misunderstanding?
Huh? It wasn't no bitches, bro, it was Love Don't Cost A Thing: it was you, Qleen and/cleaning the pool like Nick Cannon
Ay, Lux, "it's time for Summer Madness again" this is when I put respect on your name
But, you know, in reverse; you a lame
Cuz you was the first to do a lot of shit: you was the first n***a to get put on a casket on stage
You was the first person to get beat with a round and a half, that's no shade
He should thank Lux cuz n***as like us who ain't know who his daddy was was Googling Blackface
Bro, you was the first n***a to take a year off after getting homi'd
First time we seen you was the Lux battle, Ted Bundy: you got famous for getting bodied
N***a, you was the first n***a to get an impactful 3rd round put on your bitch ass, we just took and moved with it
And the first time you got to show us that you was a hustler, Lux gave you that work and what you do with it?
You turned into a pack; is he gangsta? The way he act, I call it cap
Capitol Records signing A.I.s now, I'm here to ask where are the official/artificial n***as at?
If I talk guns then I shot it, this body 'bout to be iconic
Y'all can have Summer Madness one through ten, fro-- (Crowd: eleven to twenty, I got it!)
Gutta!

[Round 3: Calicoe]

"They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always gotta watch mothafuckas around you
No man's invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth"
And I'm a gang star, bang hard, equipped with A-R, ready to paint a car
Living like Cosa Nostra: This little Thing of Ours
This something that we added you in, my n***a, play yo' part
We know you glad they gon' give you the win but the app ain't rated R
My fanbase is on fed cases, standing ten toes
Praying their co-de didn't fold, tryna watch me without getting caught with the phone
Skipping y'all rounds cuz they gotta talk to their hoes
I'm tryna teach you some shit, I can easily just let you ride a wave
But you gotta be a boss, that leeching shit ain't the type of games we play
It's supposed to be one hand wash the other
Til you walking in a house of dragons and now you gotta watch your brother
I was in the house playing Madden when I heard they caught him in a scuffle
It was off the muscle, we done ran a bubble, sent him with a duffle when he left the huddle
Rest In Peace Hutch; n***a lawyer'll even pluck you
You get some real pape' and realize nobody love you
I seen my daughter die in front of me, broke into crumbles
And they said fuck me cuz I couldn't battle Ill Will the same summer
But the way Torian look me in my eyes, I know it ain't nobody above me
It make me realize that the hustle was never even for me
I can't even tweet some shit! N***as questioning my custody
Cuz I said I take my daughter on dates and she prettier than a hussy
I also tweeted "Baby get all of her daddy money"
This n***a think that weird, then fuck him, I think bloody
Yeah, I said it, my daughter fine; check my Instagram, n***a, I just posted a ussy
I'm present; she ain't gon' trust no n***a the way she trust me
Fuck what they teach, she gon' know only the real
Like how Eminem shelved her granddaddy and they shoulda went with Murder Inc. or Sony for real
Or how her uncle popped a n***a ten times for shooting his dog and we still can't understand how he ain't get the kill
Not "his dog" like one of his man's, I'm talking a white and tan red-nose kobe for real
Dude survived ten shots, sued the city then they came and took her uncle Tony to jail
That n***a was thinking and grew rich through his booking like Napoleon Hill
How do we talk different? N***a, the walk different
This shit was gimmick vs. authentic, had to talk to him for a minute
Yo' punches clean cuz ain't nobody fought you in a minute
Shout out to Charlotte, I ain't did a walkthrough in a minute
You get yo' bookings and start posting and wanna say you rich
While I'm serving all the shit on the morals that n***as say they with
I brought t-shirts, reefer, even lighters with leashes since n***as say they lit
I want every dollar; I know Beasley real job is to budget and not pay us shit
I done seen em lead n***as on them benches like "fuck you and how you pay the rent"
But me, I'm from the trenches, n***a, my momma know how to weigh a brick
I'll never starve; real hustler, I set the bar
'Fore I'm begging for a battle, I'ma be asking my lawyer what it's gon' cost for a better charge
Yeah, they was gon' get me for the dogs til I came with a hunnid large
Money the root of all evil but it help us cover the scars, n***a
You just ain't a real n***a if you don't feel that
So many fake n***as spittin' I don't even know why I still rap
You already know how I feel, Smack
You need to have the battle in Detroit, ain't nobody gon'-- (Crowd: GET KILLED SMACK!)
After a n***a battle me I make em feel wack
Cuz it's a difference between metaphors and real rap
Landslide, n***a!

[Round 3: Eazy the Block Captain]

These n***as is really fans of me
But instead of saying they fuck with me, they hate; it's political, I get it so I'm granting these n***as amnesty
I'm guessing for The Wizard to show love in the real world is only a fantasy
I will rob him with no equipment needed, the workout that I put on video is insanity
I remember the first gun that they handed me, it was so natural when beef came, I done raised it organically
It's so much shit I wanna say to you, Cal like you got female traits and the bitch in you has no limits
Like, you might not understand but we don't tell on our man and we don't expose women
Y'all hoe n***as and them n***as behind you pussy, too cuz they just roll with it
There's no codes with it; the streets, I put my soul in it
Like this trap shit: we sell the bag, the drugs just go with it
I got Summer Madness for now on, trust me
There's only one rule to this battle, n***a: don't touch me
Cuz before I had kids and I hit the bottom, bro, I snapped like a onesie
Been in a whole cell, guess how I got back on my feet? When it registered, I had a custy
Bro, what you wanna talk about, though? What, drugs, jails, choppers?
Or the will to get my shit together, it awarded me with Smack like the Oscars?
Bro, what do you wanna talk about, though, how my folks died and I had a sad face?
How the fiends face squinch up for the bad taste
All cuz the plug gave it too much starch: a bunch of bad weight?
Bro, what you wanna talk about, n***a?
I really say I didn't start with y'all n***as, I was in a different space
Wasn't rapping, it was actually what you was doing in a different place
Wasn't living straight; we knew accuracy and shooting when we shooting in crates
N***a, you don't think that the n***as at the end of ya chessboard that you can't get back would rather be here fucking late?
N***a, remember that; what do you wanna talk about? How I was one warning and done?
Where the block would become a safety net and that's where the coroner would come?
Bro, we failed if I got to the afternoon and I only brought a quarter to one
Bro, depending on if it was a drought, that's how much water I brung
Had the white people racing back so fast, that's when I knew my formula won/one
N***a, what you wanna talk about? How your loyalty always in question?
Bro, that's a slippery slope, bro, you a joke
You remember Philly vs. Delaware, you and ya man drove down there and y'all was broke?
Do you remember being stuck in that Red Roof Inn and Brizz had to help you get afloat?
That's the time when y'all was folks; see it's another example of him doing somebody dirty when they was close
Do y'all understand what the fuck is good?
Do this spoiled ass, brat ass, only child ass n***a knew nothing about a brotherhood?
I think that's something that we should harp on
Silver spoon ass gangsta, need a BMF name to fall on
You inherited the life of yours that you talk on
Your lucky ass got recruited to this, I made my team when I walked on
N***a, you better have some mystical powers if I pull it
Or that Wizard shit gon' fit for Cal if I throw back a bullet
I mean, shit is needed, hit his block, spin back like I love that song and then repeat it
He got religious when we got done beefing: he was thinking "Jesus!"
All l cuz I put straps on a Wizard like it's Gilbert Arenas
I went from slap-boxing to bag watching
Told my bitch I wanna add a bitch, I'm that honest
Proof of death is bones and skulls, we was that toxic
Cops come, lights behind us: it's a RPO, that's a run or pass option
You know the difference between me and you? Bro, it ain't hard
It ain't real if I don't stamp it: it's a lesson... (Crowd: in every bar!)
If I raised my son how I think I did, I think that we should be signing out
Cuz two years of generational hustling, I think that we tired out
Between my mom and her sons, how many n***as we served: I'm thinking John Wick body count
See, me and my three bros, we all cooked, got in situations that we was all shook
One day we got bored and my mom had to put money on four books
N***a, it's a lesson in every bar; I was conflicted, growing up in the worst case
Mom a gangsta, grandmom a pastor so I trapped Saturday night and went to church late
Depending on how far the soft ball got us in the field, it was easy to slide to first base
My first re-up was a Thanksgiving meal; how I get full off my first plate?
It's a lesson in every bar
Bro, why you don't be saluting no n***as in Detroit and bringing em up?
No, scratch that, bro, why Piranha not Landslide? Bro, he be stepping with it, too
Bro, you said when if it's real, it don't gotta rhyme but it's battle rap, the shit just hit better when it do
So that's why I be fucking y'all n***as up, celebrating my wins in this muh'fucka
Y'all call him The Wizard, y'all call him poetic, I'm here to put justice at the end of that muh'fucka
So salute to my bro cuz tomorrow he at Rolling Loud
And Mook, you next cuz your career on a treadmill and I'm up here burning Cal, n***a!
CLOSED CASKET IS THE ARRANGEMENT, N***A
TAKE MY ASS BACK TO PHILLY!!! YOU CAN'T AFFORD THESE PAYMENTS, N***A
GUTTA!