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[Round 1: Tay Roc]
For six years, all I’ve heard is you murdered me
I ain’t make a sound
Lux set it up for six minutes but knew you had six minute rounds
That there is true
I ain’t here to complain because I missed the shot
Real niggas know when you miss, you spin the block
I kick in your door without a second thought I’m like who first?
I will RIP a pussy; that’s a new birth
I do work, I will buck your neck, give you two smirks
I ain’t see a nigga choke and die like that since Tsu Surf
Lead pop, I doubt that I miss a headshot
Like if O was down with the Mobb, that’s a red dot
The MAC will leave a piece of your apple on a desktop
Bird, snake, sleep with the fishes; that’s a pet shop
Charlie, the pistol is long, my temper’s short enough
My bars cold, hot headed nigga but I’m just warming up
Ay, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up?
I pay my shooter a band then your house be boarded up
You doing what? I look at DNA like „Whore, what up?”
He crack a slick, I crack his shit, you help that boy get up
Toy with us, I’ll pop up in Harlem, you’ll take a nap, G
I’ll hit Charlie in his windgate with these MACs, b
Light bars, I’ve been waiting to send your soul to Christ
Charlie gon’ see clips singing like karaoke night
You know I’m nice, say something my bros don’t like
My niggas start randomly spitting but this isn’t open mic
That nigga Roc don’t care for niggas
Get striked for getting bold with the ball, I ain’t sparing niggas
This the danger zone, we airing niggas
I ain’t here for a tie, L, just a W; them my Maryland niggas
Peep, I’m the king of my state, and I don’t share with niggas
Never been the one to duck, I’m more like a bear to niggas
Step in this ring, I’ve been daring niggas
You winning this battle?
That’s like trying to take Roc’s paper with a pair of scissors
Stupid ass, think he a rider until he carsick
Cops gon’ find the insides of Charlie on his carpet
It’ll be grocery bag, that’s what this market…
I said, it’ll be gross sure he bagged, that’s what this mark get!
Fuck you, this rematch unnecessary
Who’s the legend? Beating me is what made you legendary
Charlie get hit with the first and then the secondary
Then DNA get the business like it’s hereditary
Shout out to the PG’s, but I ain’t a new guy
For example, you must be high of that snow that you buy
Mister thinking he wavy until I have him in a new tie
Hop out that Audi boom then make him woo side
This shit easy, just peep me. Our first battle?
Ike Turner in the back of the limo; I let a bitch beat me
When my pockets low I get greasy
I swear to God I’m whipping out if anybody on the strip tease me
All bars, I’ma get mine off
Throwing bullets like Brady, try to pick mine off
You can keep thinking this slim guy soft
I’ll leave you in a state of shock
When I clap nine and send five north
You know, that interstate 95 north, nigga this battle simple
Blindside him with a Louisville; that’s a shattered temple
When I hit his mouth with a hatchet, it won’t be accidental
I said, I’ll hit his mouth with a hatchet; I’ll axe his dental
I trapped you into a box, nigga you gone
You don’t attempt to murder a killer, fuck is you doing?
Paramedics’ll get you hauled if you don’t move on
I’ll throw a bullet in ya window and hit your new born
Crack slick like it’s something you niggas want
That pump slump him by the 2’s, I dump if you niggas front
Niggas talking about my battle with Charlie, I’m like „so what?”
Ever since I took an L I’ve been fucking these niggas up
Light Bars…
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