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I was just up in my room, goin' over these same rounds
Like, "This the last time I'm doin' this sh*t. It's gettin' kinda lame now."
Knowin' I was gonna smoke Drugz, again, soon as I came down
Lay it down
This who you had killin' me? This n***a weak
So I don't wanna hear sh*t after I O.D. on Drugz
Not even a Lil' Peep
Before we compete, I wish you the worst worst
I hope ya family member get murked first
I hope ya granny get her church burnt
I'm talkin' right around the same day as the event; like a Twork verse
Disrespect
I got rounds for you and the n***a next
My vision's set
If this would've been in Texas, at the finals, for the bigger check
I would've washed Drugz in Houston like Whitney death
Get upset
Ruger lift, you'll get hit
I'll put a hole in Mr. Adidas
A shell tore (toe) right through his sh*t
Dome splatter
No team, I'm alone packin'
Just me, by myself Drugz, I support my own habit
The pole clapped him
I ain't want to, but the b*t*h tried it
Then I got indicted
Rum, caught a 3rd degree on Drugz like Rich' Pryor
I've been fire
The first time I took Drugz, I ain't play no games; I'm Len Bias
You shouldn't have tried it
I'm leavin' with that bag of cash
But they sleep
For some reason they say I can't pull it off like a mattress pad
Action packed
Take this battle at you're risk, bird b*t*h
Firm grip
Put 15 in the DMV, I need my driver's permit
Burn sh*t
If the last n***a Sig' (cig') than so can (soak in) Drugz; that's a sherm stick
Wordsmith
But all I got for Yusef is the blazer; like nerd chick
You earned it
If you just used your own style, you can't go wrong
But you wanna get up here with the Twork voice and change yo' tone
I'll pull a blade on holmes, throat slit
Now that deep voice? Over, like James Earl Jones
It's on, the MAC scream
Flash beam
You couldn't take Rum to war in a canteen
When it comes to stars on this rap scene
You're barely even considered Drugz; like caffeine
That's a bad thing
Tragic, when they put together a list of top rappers, they do not say Drugz name
For nothin', like Samson
You n***as backwards

{Smack calls time}

"Cause I'ma keep it G real
I don't f**k wit' you cuz
You disrespectin' me
You disrespectin' my hood by tellin' me, take off my flag, ask me how gangsta I was
You lucky I was bein' cool on that day I said I didn't have time
I got time today cuz"
Nah, on some real sh*t, y'all ever seen a bully beat up a n***a with heart?
Like, no matter how hard the n***a fight, he still whipped the n***a
And nobody really surprised by it
It's kinda like he did it for sh*ts and giggles
But that same n***a bring his brother back to come and fix the n***a
Similar situation
Cause I lost and brought back a different n***a
A lethal one
I saw the polls, they said, "The n***a with the Adidas done"
But for 100K I won't stop until the deed is done
You think the results of our last bout gon' make me flee and run?
After I taught Yoshi about Bitcoin
Y'all ain't think I'd come back and ether Rum (Etherum)?
I bring a gun, and some drama through
I don't care if you Crip, I'ma bomb on you
.4-5 in front of 6, it's chronological
Honda Coupe, filled with 'matic clips
Talkin' crazy, I'm going on a road trip to handle it
I pull up, they was all outside, I start blamming sh*t
I took care of the whole Fourth Quarter in one drive, it's clock management
I ain't havin' it
I'm fired up, I'll get all you silly E.F.B. Crips lined up
n***a Geechi talkin' 'bout "f**k that clock" {gun clicks} 'til the time's up
.9 buck
You be wildin' Akhi, pump yo' breaks
Or grip on the side of Rum, that's a Kawasaki
Don't try and stop me
I'ma up it and blast, you'll get tortured for the drugs, just put the stuff in the bag
You not a king, give me the snow or I'ma take you where the dungeon is crab
I'm so f**kin' mad
Like, how could I lose to him?
Why the f**k would I give this fool a win?
But they say, "God works in mysterious ways."
That's something I truly belie- I know to be true within
So, even though I took the backlash, Nitty gettin' hit with the whip
Eer-, I knew I was gonna run into you again
That late prep, my own legacy, I was ruinin'
Something I will never ever do again
The fans at home that was rootin'? I was screwin' them
That's not how you hold it down
But I swear to God for me and mines I'm focused now
And I'm outside for 100 bands like Rolling Loud
It's goin' down
Your future lookin' grim
f**k this Crip, ruin ya face like Lil' Kim
I've gotta kill him
That last L was unsettling
So you gonna have to keep up if you trying to catch a second win(d)

Honestly, I don't give a f**k who is mad
Talkin' 'bout a robbery
I came in punchin'
Y'all tried to do me Superbad
I feel disrespected
Like I ain't a living legend
But I've been an idol (idle) in the game so long, they tryin' to disconnect me
Apply pressure, you gon' die reckless
Stretch him, run up on Blood and Air Max (MAC's) like Nas X's
Do not test him
After six bars they knew it was death
Drugz will be finished before I get to 12 like Juice on a jet
Two to the head, don't make me do it
They don't know what battler he is, cause his face too ruined
They can't tell if he's Ill, or if it's Drugz, like a JC rumor
Now I ain't tryin' to hate fam', that's what they said
Plus, if I win this money I'ma break bread
Spray lead, a shot tossed
Get knocked, when I let 'em out the nose of the TEC, Drugz (detect) like a cop dog
Get tossed in a low, shallow grave in a hole out of state
I don't even remember where your carcass lay
I lost Yusef (use of) body and don't feel no type of way
Try and play
You not that crazy, Drugz will get drugged inside this b*t*h, like a crack baby
I've been wanting to snap lately
Square business
You come over here trippin', and Roy'll (royal) family gettin' somebody heir dented
I get to wiggin'
Snatch his chains if they hittin'
'Til my n***as trip him
Take everything that was wore (war) on Drugz like Richard Nixon
Lift and click it
A shot release, lift you off ya feet properly
You'll see the iron leveling (level in) Blood like phlebotomy
Try and see
I'm at ya front do' uppin' the chopper
Test me, I'll put one through Drugz screen and somebody drop him
I be havin' room rockers
They say, "Cuz sh*t clever."
But after that n***a Moon rocked you, we seen the hardest Drugz flip ever
It's levels
What's crackin' 5?
Clap the .9
I took the life of Drugz like trap or die
And really had packs to grind
I was tryin' to get on, with only three ounces, that's travel size
No cappin' mine
I know how to get it, fix dope in the kitchen
Whip it, 'til it turn hard, that's no power steering
They wanna know how I'm livin'
Get up here and talk pain and compare they past wit' me
My n***a, my sh*t empty, I don't think I can ever have feelings (filling)
My junior, was in his dead mama's stomach with low oxygen for 17 minutes
How I'm supposed to breathe when the air (heir) to my throne barely had any?
f**k yo' opinion

{Smack calls time}

Yo, ever since you came over here from King Of The Dot, it's been rapid progression
It's like, you became a crowd favorite in a matter of seconds
Take two weeks ago for example, how the fans just protect him
Yo bro you number one on the App? Damn, that's a blessin'
I ain't gon' lie, I'm f**kin' 2-10...sh*t is kinda sad and depressin'
But based off them stats alone that just lets me know, I gotta leave a lasting (a last in) impression
So let me ask you a question
How you even get that spot when you f**k up every chance to become a GOAT you got?
Ass vs. Reed
Emotional vs. Twork
Emotional vs. Roc
Choke vs. Shine
Choke vs. John
Choke vs. Surf
Choke vs. Top
You think that's how you become a legend? No it's not
Bro just stop
That old Rum, you nothin' like
We all saw what happened last week, it wasn't right
I don't care if you won, he wasn't supposed to put up a fight
I would've had a pimp in distress (this dress) like Money Mike
Everything you've been writin' lately has been f**kin' light
Food in fact
You don't do well against n***as of ya caliber that's a proven fact
Every time y'all book him for a legend or a top tier he choke or lose the match
You only did good rappin' wit' Iron, but we used to that!
You gotta change the way you movin' scrap
The fans done had enough
No wonder this n***a was comin' down with somethin'
He wasn't ready to level up
Every time you had a chance to up ya status you f**ked it up
I was there vs. Top, I was there vs. Shine
Those battles were on their way to being incredible
And here you go, f**kin' up a classic like Belly 2
Yeah, you mad at everybody in the game cause all the other top tiers ahead of you
Sad but true
Cause it's not like bro don't be wildin'
It's just that, bro don't be stylin'
We want somethin' from you other than violence
Wake up and find yaself insane like Shutter Island
There's no denyin'
Ten years ago when you was on Grind Time you did it better
Back then you was young, hungry and f**kin' clever
Now you complacent, it's like you throw this sh*t together
And here I thought with age Rum was 'pose to get better
You don't switch it up ever
"It's Mr. Gun Line King. A punchline is all I need."
Listen, with that type of pride it's gonna get this fool gone
Cause you ain't really had one of them electric Nitty moments in a while
The fans ready to move on
Pay attention
Every battle rapper labeled as a "puncher" career never last too long
I know you don't see it, but you 'bout four battles away from bein' Nuborn
Stop whatchu doin'

Alright bet
You is 'bout to get ya ass kicked now
Soon as you got off the plane you knew this was a bad trip
They should've told yo' ass, "Sit down"
But n***as cap so much they shouldn't be allowed to battle
Yellin' 'bout how they 30'd blue- n***a don't even raise your volume (Valium) at me
If I up the piece I'm down to clap it
Ridin' around tryin' to locate Drugz 'til I found the Addy
I wrote these bars on a tablet
Get popped, now Drugz at the doc(k) like the Port of Miami
This come in handy
Run up on me? I'ma up it
Buck and a piece, trust it
I'll leave you covered up under a sheet, I brung out the heat
Only fo' left and the judge, I'ma let one of 'em free
On Crip street
I might kill him
Martin and Eddie at the baseball game, it's Life endin'
Knife in him
I might twist it, lights dimmin', die p*ssin'
Takin' me is a risk (wrist) Smack, like white privilege
Try trippin', you get a knife to the gut I'ma shank him
Hit his spleen, you gon' feel it sting, then it's a Drug operation
He not gon' make it
He a goner
His chest protected? Squeeze it on him
Blood vest'll (vessel) get popped, like a hematoma
This sh*t over
You're dyin', I could've brought the worst lines
It's the second battle, and Drugz hit harder the first time
Burst .9's
Grab and shoot, let the 'matic loose
Silencer go th- th- th- th- sound like Battle Truth
Make a move
I'ma hit the trunk if ya clique try fightin'
I slid right by 'em
Got to the .45 and lost my cool like a midlife crisis
If I trip, fam' you gon' through it
They put him out here, to see if he can survive
Or fend (orphan) for his self, and he (Annie) couldn't do it
Prove it
You can't keep usin' Twork's fame to build yo' image
You gotta get yo' name on yo' own Drugz, like a pill prescription
My n***a, you gotta hop off Jersey
Wherever that n***a go, you be all on jersey
I'm convinced, if he move to Orlando, you will follow jersey (Jerzey)
Thirsty
But I can't lie now, you got buzz
You hot cuz
But I remember when you was new on Smack and was askin' to smoke Roc(k)
You was tryin' too hard Drugz
Catch a slug, toolie dumpin'
Shoot his brother, but hit 5 three times first, like a movie number
We cool, but this some crucial money so that makes all y'all "Food Near Me"; like I Google somethin'
Ruin somethin'
The outcome will be tragic, take your roof off Drugz
They literally tryin' to recover an addict (attic)
I ain't always have it

{Smack calls time}

...playin' on your X-Box
Remember that sh*t used to have me mad as f**k bruh
You come home from a long day of school, maybe basketball practice
Open your door, they just have it the f**k up
Then it's always your little brother that's trash
Who think it's funny when he lose and laugh
And you be ready to snuff bruh
For some reason it reminds me of how Hollow was disrespecting you online all week and you ain't speak up once
You gotta stop lettin' n***as play witcha name if you don't want your stats all f**ked up
You really that dumb bruh?
As smart as you are in ya raps you throwin' me off
You really are like a little brother cause you think you in the game, but you don't realize your control(ers) is off
I'm so focused dawg
That's cause at first the fans wasn't sure of me
Now they know I need that 100K and what I need it for, they've been acting accordingly
Cause you can make that prize money in four or five battles Cornell
You don't need it more than me
So don't make me get disorderly
Smack, if they don't say I won n***a, I'm comin' back to N.O.M.E. and robbin' who do
Is that what you want n***a?
You really think in my current situation, I can go home with nothin'?
f**k is you dumb n***a?
I am not leavin' here empty handed {gun c*cks}, it's gonna be a gun in it
And it was Rum's blicker
f**k n***a
Pistol whip you, with your sh*t, that's what I'ma do
'Til Cuzz Webb cartridge break and he can't swing, like Spider-Man 2
I feel like a fool
Cause thinkin' back, how did I lose to you ever?
It's because I took the battle last minute, but that's what happen when you move for the cheddar
But if you think I really came in here to let you beat me again Nitty, dude you've been setup
Cause you had 'em lookin' at Drugz on the small scale, now I'ma take it to a different measure
Get yo' sh*t together
Cause lately you've been trash friend
Real sloppy
I mean all them gun punches is past tense, we passed it
I'm just lettin' you know how the fans feel ahki
All you do is let it buck like a stag Nit', that's why you stagnate
I'm just keepin' it real witchu ahki
You gonna be back workin' at Wal-Mart in no time
The fans gonna be like, "What's the deal papi?"
You used to be the man, but I don't feel sorry
Cause even though you'se a has-been {gun clicks} I still got it
Steel poppin'
You don' let Smack line you
Cut you up in pieces, they won't be able to find you
Then spread you all over Web(b), you gon' viral
If you've got any ounces of 'vival, it's gon' take two surgeries, the docs gon' have to saw somethin'
I'm talkin' twice removed, for the fourth cousin

{Smack calls time}

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