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ATL what's happenin'? I'm back like I never left
We got Rum motherf**kin' Nitty...vers' the App King, AKA Jerry Wess
You ready cuz?
It's time to level up
Up here hype like you finally done made it
n***a, Smack set you up
Desert dump, I done stretched [?] killed hella chumps
So this gon' be a story about How The West (Wess) Was Won
Test ya luck
And I'll rob you, and whoever you runnin' with
Like, "Give up the sh*t
Do it before you die!" It's a bucket list
Untuck this b*t*h
When I wave her (waiver), check out the release for him (form)
He like, "I ain't sign up for this!"
I am not y'all clowns
Glock shot, ya top shot, chop shops found
Scope on it, he tryin' to haul off now
If this b*t*h Dash, I can this b*t*h Wess (West) through the machine
I'll make you 'All Fall Down'
Did it dawn on you? That maybe you wasn't ready yet?
That's why Smack ain't put you 'round killers
Doin't all this credit card fraud, you should've took that into account n***a
Down b*t*h
Don't fold up, it's a pole tuck
It don't take much for the K to come out on you, no bluff
Smoke cuz
Put a hole in his center he'll fold up
Soon as they told me I had Wess (West), Atlanta, you knew I was on (Zone) one
Every. f**kin'. Bar
Aye, we don't play games
You was damn near cryin' to Smack to get a bigger plate, lame
Sobbin'
And we can tell by them (bottom) tears (tiers) you wasn't ready for the main stage
It's over fam'
Who in here got Jerry winnin' by a show of hands
A couple n***as
A few people online promotin' this pu**y, that's his only fans (OnlyFans)
Unload the can', he 'fo sho' will get the business, no evidence
I brought them bodies in the ocean when I killed them
He go in Atlantic
He go in the Artic floatin' with the fishes
So you should know when it's time for the Wess (west), he goes in the Pacific
I'll quick kill him
It's not gon' be long
Smack had to put me up on this Caffeine sh*t, I'm hard to sleep on
We three strong
Show you what the set 'bout
.9 buck, then we line up sheets for you; a thread count
I should leave you red, right?
Nah, I blew (blue) the whole F out
Reload
When the clip get low go switch it, and take Jerry Wess out
I dawg (dog) sh*t critically
You don't at all put fear in me
This ain't talk, this physically
And I keep the same energy the whole time...flawless victory
Little heat
Nah, knife work, got you easy
Split you straight to the white meat underneath it, cut you deeply
They stitchin' up ya flesh and puttin' staples on the Wess (west) like Rum and Geechi
f**k he talkin' to?
I can spit three bars for you and wipe you out like a dry erase board, I'm remarkable
It's gon' get dark for you, let me show you these steps
This is not a race, this a marathon, keep control of yo' breath
I mean, don't get up here thinkin' this sh*t NASCAR, cause it can only go left
You know we gon' rep, 'til I'm done wit' it
Treat the game like a rip in a pair of stockings; runnin' (run in) it
Big ass blade what ya son'll get
First I'ma split the pro seeds (proceeds), then I'ma cut you in
You be usin' a lotta assistance in yo' rounds, I even threw you a lil' help
Now it's time for you to prove to us you can get that same reaction when you do the sh*t yoself
Now do this sh*t yoself

I said yo
2020 is my year, last time I was too humble
This time they f**ked around and gave the kid Rum like that cool uncle
n***as tried to give me advice, but the place I'm in, far more darker
f**k the rules, I made my own plan Nit' (planet), I'm Star-Lord father
You comin' with all punches? Well that's a bad choice then
I know there's nothin' new 'bout this b*t*h, I'm a bad boyfriend
Approach me with the hands, your skull will hit the pavement
You should dare be afraid, Harvey Dent
I'll flip a Quarter, he land on his head either way
John told me, "Only n***as with the app'll (Apple) Watch"
That ain't fair god
No matter the stage I'ma air y'all
Just cause y'all Smack gunners, don't think I won't spare, y'all n***as will die
One at a time; Air Pods
AK over the shoulder, I'm so mean
Chopper on the strap, like a dope fiend
You'll get shot, not punched, I'm in the zone b*t*h
Why let the chrome spit? Roc in his face; NOME 6
Suicide? Nah, I'll do the job, let the heaters spark
Six feet? He gonna be in a suit underneath; Peter Parker
Ya b*t*h'll give me head, with no clothes
I usually dawg groupies
She came over swallowing Naked: she loves smoothies
You rep' the 4th? I'll keep it tucked for a Quarter
Canadian coin, you gon' see this buck on a Quarter
He talk gang sh*t 'til I shoot
Y'all think son dissin'?
Leg shot, this Crip shin (description) f**ked up, like a drunk witness
Gun Line King, one call, my n***a send in that banger
They say, "Rum type vicious" that's cause he's an internet gangster
I'll let you win the 2nd round just to be funny, you should back out now
Give him a round between two L's so we can laugh out lo-
Even if he wit' his kids I'm on site airin'
Kill his 9 year old, he won't even get to be 10 (beatin') like white parents
Send the location, where ever he be, on God he dead
Nah, shoot him, let Geechi catch him, he gon' be with Gotti dead
I catch Rum, swimmin' in the hotel, I move smooth with the blicker
Headshot, Kendrick Lamar, now it's a pool full of liquor
12 with a mil', which one should I use? I can't decide
Then I figure two parent home, it's easier to raise the .9
You were revered for your bars, categorized as "so fire"
My style demonic, my pen is from Hell; Ghost Rider (writer)
If I kill you, you gon' be mad as hell
You the worst, shoot him with Danny gun
Bullet's goin' all to Nit' (alternate); parallel universe
n***as said he got punked on live
Likely it was gettin' gory
Every time I ask how he got pressed on IG, it's a different story
They was yellin' "World Star!", you know son ran
Paranormal Activity He got ghost on cam'
Get too close to this .38, your soul leave you
I got this long nose here (hair) like old people
But didn't you grab the nose for Ill "comin' down wit' somethin'"?
That was some retarded sh*t
n***a I'll put ya attic to the basement, I'm comin' up wit' somethin'
I just thought of this
n***a it's in the car, don't think just cause I'm talkin' gats I'm frontin'
My trunk [?], just know if I go there I'm comin' back wit' somethin'
Close range, open fire, let 10 [?] face shot; Coronavirus
His chin got it, the TEC blow, your set know
f**k am I still rappin' for? This n***a was dead when I said, "Yo"
Let's f**kin' go

Aye, you better play it cool you'll get popped
Slide through we keep Glocks
He said somethin' 'bout "pool fulla liquor"
Well up top where the baby sittin', only two or three shots
I suggest you just keep it rap or you can really die on 3's
So if you diggin' up any kind of fake personals, that sh*t ain't finna slide or reach
If I hear any false accusations, this .45 gon' squeeze
I put a hole in Wess' side (westside) for tellin' all lies ('Eyez) On Me'
Aye, I used to rob n***as, pull a strap if I need that
You'll lose everything if I go back to my old ways; factory reset
Go 'head, try me like you stupid
Wess wanted to catch wreck and got his jaw broke
And that's why you're (wire) goin' through it
We on it, we all can't be highest in the league scoring
Know your position
You ain't never gonna sneak ahead (sneaker head) thinkin' everybody on the team Jordan
My whole side run it, you do not want it
Get this work
I knock all the feelin' (filling) out this app' n***a, I'm job huntin'
Yo' career remind n***as of Kanye mom dummy
Cause you survived when they gave Da Don the (Donda) West (Wess)
But it didn't work right on chest, and you died from it
I'ma molly wop him, you don't got an option
You that n***a?
Not a problem
I'm known for out barring killers; Johnnie Cochran
Box him
You 'bout to get all the smoke
The fans yellin'
(Get off the ropes!)
Oh you came with your J's laced, huh?
I aim straight
Put the .8 over his eye, hit his game face up
I'm up early in the A.M., this K may dump
Searchin', I'm tryin' to catch an op' early like Dwyane Wade's son
Aye, we don't play fo' sho'
It'll be static soon as you start like the old HBO
I'm the truth in the verse, you are now watchin' a 4th Quarter n***a put you on a shirt
We both gotta die eventually, that's just the rules of this earth
But just know when this Quarter flip on you, you goin' first
Learn a lesson from Nitty
Think Graduation versus Curtis, I drop Wess (West) with the .50 (50)
Who want it?
Move on 'em
Watch yo' mouth on the stage or it's Kevin Gates, you'll really lose a tooth on it
Play it cautious
This a game where n***as don't make it often
A game where you really gotta put in the ground work, you still might not make it off it
But the way he talkin', you'll think Smack really hatin' on him
Look, the owners would even skip your name in the small leagues, you Rafer Alston
Off him, you ain't helpin' my stock
So I should rob you for whatever you got
I'm on that time
And I'm at least gonna get a check out (checkout) of Wess end (Westin); it's 11:00
I'm way up above yo
Cuz will crush you
Puttin' non-stop punches together; bloody knuckles
He was talkin' crazy like he wanted trouble
That's why I'ma put you six feet (6') with this .5 for (5'4"); Rum and Hustle
The gun'll buck you
I'm the active type
I just went and copped me somethin', flashin' lights
I pull the 12 and sh*t get red (read) to me like Miranda Rights
Body opponents, this .9'll be on him
Everybody's screwed on Wess's end if I put this silencer on it
Clap rounds
You better back down
That sh*t known for one thing
(Baow)
That sound!
Aye he dead Smack
Why you let him do it?
Sit him down in the chair, electrocute him
You gon' get exactly what you was askin' for...an execution

[Round 2: Jerry Wess]

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