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You ain't never have to fight for Queens in New York
Ask Tony Yayo
C-73, in '03 they was sayin' we soft
I seen Chi Ali on my way to court
Open case in the Bronx
Y'all think I'm fightin' DNA and I'm tellin' y'all the cases I've fought
Easy, I'm sayin' this raw, inspired by Eazy
Was also locked up wit' Beans and 12, Delaware County GP
Squeeze cheese for the chi-chi
Shotgun, don't gamble wit' ya life - it's a cheat sheet!
Metal table, night-night, sleep-sleep!
He askin' Grandma "Oh, what this mean?"
It was that deep sleep!
Put it in his face, then...put him in his place: I'm a neat freak
Missy Elliott his b*t*h in a bag - beep-beep!
If I don't catch him in Queens, I'm uptown shootin' like Kareem Reid
You from Roosevelt Avenue, n***a
That sh*t look like BEIJING!
D ain't f**kin' wit' me
I swear hе ain't humblin' me
I break up groups
I done turnеd NWX to SWV, n***a!
Then ARP hit me, he said he need Ill or die
I said "Who's been givin' Ill advice? Ill's been ill-advised"
I pushed the envelope, vanilla-sized
Not only do I kill a guy, I almost killed crews (Cruise): Vanilla Sky
And that's without tellin' lies
Sh*t, I might get in my old bag
I got some more sh*t to say
Glock-17, Maravich, boy that's Pistol play
Ruff! It's lickin' like a Doberman, I could make it sit and stay
Fo'-fo' Bulldog: n***a, get lead (led) a-stray, n***a!
Ooh, I got another one
Blew (Blue) cans, it's on the ground: that's sanitation
F**k a 30-clip, it take too long to draw: that's animation
I remember me and Cortez was in the car, listenin' to Dedication
"Cash Money, n***a"
This n***a steady shakin', talkin' 'bout "he need his medication"
I schooled him, the plan's obsolescence, I gave him education
I told him how they suppress it and it come in stronger, it's a sedadation
Big Pharma make big dollars off every patient
I'm like, "N***a, you listenin'?"
He like, "Weezy F. and don't forget the Baby"
He popped a pill, I was like, "I hope this n***a make it"
Then years later, he bring in Harry, a lotta dollars
But before that, I'm your father
I helped you kick it, I'm your sponsor
If DNA had to tell the truth, he'd say:
"My mom's fine. She's only on insulin
But due to her ignorance, she put me on Ritalin
So I can't diss Hollow...'cause I grew up leanin' on medicine"
These are facts
"I've never had a father figure
So I moved to LeFrak and I hang wit' the hardest n***as
And I tried to keep up, but I couldn't...'cause I'm a retarded n***a!"
Listen, El Stupido
This n***a thought commercial real estate was halftime at the Super Bowl
N***a, that was super throwed!
I said, damn, now I'm on my Pa**wurdz sh*t
I'm battlin' a n***a that grew up wit' half-white kids
Holds a strap like this
And he slaps like this
I mean, that's not it
But chill, I raised you, son
He was like, "The streets need a body"
When I met up wit' K, you see how that K got done
So if the "streets need a body", then I gave them one, n***a
Sh*t, I got some more sh*t for him
He talkin' 'bout "It's a different one"
Well, I switched up wit' a different gun
N***a say he's missin' clips
Oh, nah, it's on some different sh*t
This-
Alright, LOMClothing.com
Sike I LIED, n***a!
I said I wanna see him down and out
It won't be an end 'til he on CNN
His mama pout
I grab the .40, clap more than N.O.R.E
We handin' E FN (EFM): we give flowers out, n***a
What you know about serious, n***a?
I can't take him serious, n***a
The last time we seen you serious was vers' that Serius n***a
"'Member what happened last time!"
N***a, that's yo' fightin' stance?
You posted up like this...
(*Hollow crouches a tiny bit and holds his fists in front of his face*)
I thought you had somethin' inside your hands
I'm outta here, LOMClothing.com, n***a

(*off-mic*)
I had a freestyle, I wanted to extend the round

N***as stop bein' a**ociates every day, B
You'll be aight
Now as a ex-gambler, I still indulge in PS5 raffles, the casino on Caffeine
And sometimes I even like the lotto
But I don't wanna see this n***a doin' no preachin'
'Cause the only activist (Actavis) you goin' for is inside the bottle
But this Astoria, Queens vers' a story of Queens
It's still an insightful novel
"Get him the f**k-"
You even hyped the motto
Stenographer: wasn't the type to follow
Bruce Leroy: as soon as I got the glow, you started bitin', Hollow!
But what you expect from fiends?
I stayed in the borough, this n***a left the scene
Kevin Samuels: you disrespectin' Queens!
When we first had a issue, I was in that confused stage
Then I realized, "He think 'cause he gave a n***a game, you could disrespect me whenever your mood changed"
He gon' get up here and lie
He gon' say he brought me NBA Live
N***a, it was 2K
He gon' say I slept on Charlie Clips' couch for months when it was only a few days
After the first shot, my mood swayed
The second shot, they said, "Are you grazed?"
I said, "Nah, I've entered this new phase...
Where Hollows don't get through DNA: I'm Luke Cage!"
You start sippin', then stop sippin', you clean now
Can't stop snitchin', the cops wit' him, he'll leave town
His moves pivotal each round
Who's lyrical? Me now
"Smooth Criminal": you close to puttin' the lean down
You dare to be different, so they call you a "GOAT" like it's supposed to be great
N***a, when the only thing "unorthodox" means to me is your style's all over the place
He be like, "I'm a mixture of Larry Davis and Pappy Mason and the African va-"
N***a, shut up!
You do the fast rappin' to cover up that you bad wit' delivery
Always bringin' out Calicoe's pops or usin' money as a prop
You call me "corny", but you actually gimmicky
You not lyrically inclined, so you manipulate the mind 'cause you lackin' ability
You don't got the stats to belittle me
Ooh, I'mma torch this Hollow b*t*h: the Statue of Liberty!
You just rhyme a bunch of syllables and the crowd goes berserk
It's Spider-Man: No Way Home
You see, your flow, it works
But you ain't no real MC
You (MCU) just keep showin' different versions of yourself
But it's the same in every multi verse (multiverse)
I know it hurts
This gon' be a 30 tonight, the whole set knows
That's what dog (Dogg) gon' take from tonight (Knight): Death Row
I'll put it all on the table, exposed
Newlyweds: yeah, he opened the door, but I'm carryin' Queens over the threshold!
Big strap! TEC blow!
Kickback: retro!
Chest shot tryna open him up, look like he doin' the breaststroke!
He's stressed, though
In the hospital watchin' Surf choke vers' Lux like, "Let's go"
'Til they in Hollow room and the Wave's f**ked up after the echo!
I gave you the "up, Loaded, down, Loaded" ver-
You see how quickly we forget, fam'?
"The 50 cc's of Vicodin in your writing pen
So what are you writin' in?"
That was Clips - damn
That's a total (Toto) of two
You been lyin' (Lion)
Wicked, which (Witch) is uncomfortable like a wristband
Nah...

Stop sayin' I'm lyin'

That's a fact

Stop sayin' I'm lyin'
You tryna f**k me up right now, right?
That's cool, n***a - every part is virtual
I knew you would say this thinkin' that the Don would hurt you
You can't say nothin' 'cause I been sat down wit' myself like the LeBron commercial
And you still wanna talk while I'm rappin'!?
You in the wrong profession!
Notice I said "LeBron James" 'cause this gon' escalate (Escalade) in the wrong direction!
I'm steppin'!
Now like I said, you remember the "up, Loaded, down, Loaded"?
You see how quickly we forget, fam'?
"The 50 cc's of Vicodin in your writing pen
So what are you writin' in?"
That was Clips - damn
That's a total (Toto) of two
You been lyin' (Lion)
Wicked, which (Witch) is uncomfortable like a wristband
Y'all say he heartless 'cause he a big brand
But it's always someone meddlin' (metal) in a Hollow body like Tin Man
You...
The sh*t that you do? My n***a, it's unheard of
They say the n***a Loaded Lux was perfect, but you get away with murder
And you get away wit' it fast as f**k
Like when Math got jumped and Dizaster threw half a punch, you wasn't laughin' much
Then asked Diz' to go out and eat after lunch
Your man got robbed, you had to duck
Then you robbed Rob and you was after Duck
Math showed paperwork, they said, "We had enough"
Guess he ain't have the right equation to show the vision (division) wasn't subtractin' much
He showed character, but somehow to him, you was mad as f**k
And the Culture still gon' tell me this sh*t ain't addin' up?
You get away wit' murder!
If I ever dial 911, it would be a lot of haters
When he dialed 911, y'all just wanted to know if Jaz was the operator!
You get away wit' MURDER!
You get away wit' MURDER!
Time, time, time

They said "Time"

You get away-
I'm endin' it up!

(*A few people in the crowd yell "Let him go!" and cheer DNA on*)

You gotta rap two bars? Go ahead!

Yeah, they wanna hear me!
They wanna hear me!

It's all cap, but go ahead

All the excuses you make just be soundin' dumb
But I can't blame you 'cause the Culture's responsible
'Cause a Hollow ain't effective without the gun
Y'all gave him power
Y'all put him in this box which allowed him to kick back (kickback)
Made him explosive off impact
That's why we thought his moves was lethal
Jumped the gun when people ain't respect his handle
Yeah, I started collectin' ammo
Let's get to the root of evil
The caliber not reviewed as equal
That's how his run extended, Clips
He went up the ladder to supersede you
To protect his stock, y'all kept him in a chamber
So when he would spring into action, we question who could beat you
He jammed 'cause there was no one in his head tellin' him these moves illegal
Triggered, so y'all rushed to his safety
Now he less damagin' and y'all don't wanna renew the sequel
But it's y'all fault 'cause Hollows don't get through to people
Round 1, go 'head
Go 'head
Go 'head
Got you

He buried hisself

I said...
(*sniffles, pretends to whimper*)
"Dear Hollow...
I'm lost: Where's Waldo?"
N***a, I ripped that sh*t up in the day room and kept watching Geraldo
When Ness was smackin' water out your hand
I was on the island when they had Wayne caught
But I was in the beacon, though, n***a
In a cage dark
These bright lights really bother me, and this your center stage part
But you ain't got a Blueprint, n***a
So you don't know where the Renegade start
Chrome smokin', his dome open: that's Minute Maid Park
I'll knock DNA out DNA and watch life imitate art!
I said...
It's real different, right?
Knock DNA out DNA and watch life imitate art!
You'se a underscore, n***a: you been a straight mark
No, let me cook
This gon' get loopy (x4)
(*Hollow repeats the last five bars back*)
You'se a underscore: boy, you been a straight mark
You'll sit and stay parked in a getaway car
You'se a diduntdidunt!
Y'all like my first? Well, cool, here another one
These ain't battles, this a money run (*chuckles*)
I got my check up: 21
Wait, that isn't nice
Well, after this battle tonight, join me in my other battle
I'm havin' a fight for my mechanical rights
Picture DNA tellin' Smack he wanna do views on YouTube
Smack will look at NuNu
NuNu will look at Beasley like, "What would you do?"
Beasley like, "Get rid of the kid - the usual."

Oh, man! Why you say that!?

I had to
I love you, but I had to

(*laughs*)
Aw, man...

Picture DNA tellin' Smack he wanna do views on YouTube
Smack will look at NuNu
NuNu will look at Beasley like, "What would you do?"
Beasley like, "Get rid of the kid - the usual."
He gon' take that money, go to Queens, and you know what this fool do
Over 100 battles, y'all think he all in, right?
'Cause he a battlin' vet?
Money lyin'
Half of his check go to his gamblin' debt
He becomin' blind
He don't even look at his baby mother parents direct 'cause he been doin' crap wit' the rent
I thought the house always wins
Damn, now you havin' regrets
'Cause he don't get comped at battlin' events
He too busy callin' Beas' for advance on his chips
So at the faceoff, (*chuckles*) I can't even ask him to bet
'Cause gamblin' with me, you pay the maximum risk
Try to pull my card, n***a
I'mma hand you a deck
People that rule let (roulette) you believe you was hot after blackin' on Red
But I'm odd - I need to see an actual death
Wit' 19 in the clip so I don't ask for a hit
I saw it off where the pa**enger sit
Aw, naw, I play chess, but just to double down that I'm matchin' wit' Clips
Your n***as in the hole, I put that on the X
I could see no (casino) n***a do this better than I myself
I surprise myself
I write a rhyme, then try to outshine myself
You gon' get beside yourself
Arm over there, leg over there, neck over there
There go DNA tryna find himself
I like that last bar, but I been figured who I was determined to be
See, I was lost, too...at a dead end wit' no outlet, so I turned to the streets
But now that nothin' rented, n***a, 'cause I was renovatin'
While you was takin' meds, I was meditatin'
Your career's dead 'cause ain't no dedication
You been takin' L's 'cause ain't no elevation
DNA gon' need A+D if he play wit' me
And? DNA gon' need A-N-D if he play wit' me
Understand the can'll be...above him like a canopy
After that, a jail cell where I plan to be
I'll stop a n***a from eatin' like Hell Rell wit' his family!
I'm done, y'all, I'm done
LOMClothing.com

Sike I lied! I ain't done wit' sh*t!
Put the bottle down, I'm on some other sh*t
N***a, the Glock on my f**kin' hip
The chopper sit in the corner like it's on punishment
I ain't done wit' this
Woo, let him go, let him go, let him go, let him go
I'm doin' four battles this year, I don't wanna give you too much
Let him go, let him go

So a n***a that's a drug addict is tellin' me about gambling
(*chuckles*)
That sh*t is never seen
Hollow-

I'mma smoke DNA

Chill out - you on heavy lean
Of course you could tell me about blackjack
You a drug addict - you took your first hit on 17
And I wasn't gon' talk about Rob and Duck, but since you mentioned the casino...
I just figured like that's a lot to share, though
I used to be a addict gambling, I seen a lotta weirdos
So I want you to bring up me in the casino, heh-heh
After you give Rob dinero (De Niro)
Now Lord knows I hate takin' these grudge matches
I swear to God, people, I hate pursuin' 'em
'Cause a n***a will get on stage, lie on your name
And the crowd'll go crazy 'cause you was cool wit' 'em
So let's set the record straight:
You close to 40, I'm 30, and I never went to school wit' him
On AngryFan, he said I knew him for sellin' drugs
No, Hollow, I knew you for usin' 'em
Here's where I'll ruin him
'Cause I hate to say, but when a n***a got snakish ways, leavin' him alone is your best bet
At first it was invisible to me
But after all them people you did dirty, I'm surprised he ain't dead yet
But since I used to be Hollow Man, I gotta put blood down to see his next step!
We all got skeletons, n***a
Go and mention mine
The Culture look at you as this respected guy
But what they don't know is...every time Hollow comes out of his shell, it's always cases left behind
Like when you got your jaw broke in LeFrak
(*scoffs*) I swear whoever hit this n***a was strong
They had him eatin' chicken broth
The n***a had to sip through a straw!
Well, I mean, that's how he got his name
'Cause the only thing he was able to say after the punch was, "It's the Didididon"
You look like the type to get the law hired
Universal Studios, n***a, I'm talkin' Jaws wired
That's when you stayed wit' the shorty Lynn Bell
Pet**e little thing
You ain't think I remember, but you sure know how to pick 'em well
Your jaw was messed up, you was homeless beggin' for lean
You made that woman's life a living hell
So you mean to tell me while you had The Wire, you tried to string a (Stringer) Bell?
But let's talk about usin' people
Let's move on to the next one, on to the next one
You said you made a million dollars off your clothing line last year
So why you was homeless stayin' wit' a n***a named Vic?
Why you talkin'? Why you so upset?
You was homeless-

You lyin'

-and you stayed wit' Vic

That's why I'm talkin'. You lyin'

No. You stayed wit' Vic
Stop gettin' mad, n***a
You stayed wit' Vic and you was homeless, n***a
Get a home, man
He's mad
Get a home, man
This is the problem wit' n***as keepin' they mouth closed
You got a addiction, so of course we would see the addict (attic) think he above the household
Like I SAID...
You said you made a million dollars a few years ago!
But you was homeless stayin' wit' a n***a named Vic
So what was you, my n***a? A rich bum?
He let you stay at his crib, and he worked at a car rental spot
So whenever you needed vehicles, it was multiple to pick from
We gon' talk about how you did him dirty in Round 3
But for now, I'll just say you really sick, son
So you was a Giant player, but every time you touched down (touchdown), you needed Vic to cruise (Victor Cruz)
Oh, you ain't gon' dance your way outta this one!
That's karma for what you did to the car rental guy and his spot
Now it hurts in public
Ain't it crazy when he calls URL, now they say his price hurts (Hertz) the Budget?
You f**kin' up your Enterprise!
And you stayed wit' a n***a named Amzilla!
But he shouldn't be panickin'
'Cause of course a n***a that be poppin' pills would sleep in the same crib that Am' be in (Ambien)
But let's talk about LOM!
And then how you teamed up wit' Mike Zombie and it was a Hidden Label
I see him there, so I don't know what the f**k happened
I just know it turned to a Hidden Label
Right now, you just actin' up
You backstabbin' opportunist, I done had enough
So you had issues wit' Mike, Vic(k), and those was your dogs, killer?
Aye, don't make me call Cor' to back (quarterback) it up!
I got all of this rage!
This is literally character de-
You are so f**king mad
This is all of this rage
This is literally character defamation all on the stage
So if son dial (sundial) back, I'll be breaking Don (dawn) soon as I see a quarter of shade!
Wait, wait, wait, let me get this
Math told us how he robbed Rob and ducked Duck, but how the f**k did he evict Vic?
I said, if n***as thought he was trustworthy after the paperwork, I'm like, "You fools got nerve"
Hollow, we found out you wasn't a little Saint the moment You Got Served
So don't tell me lean is a old angle if you still pourin' a new cup
He ain't gon' get the message 'til he dead in a casket
And he got it in arm's reach, where his little fella could grab it
If it was my daughter, I never would have it
That's why I could tell he a addict
The n***a got Lennon (linen) closet lookin' like a medicine cabinet!
Here's where I go for blood!
You once was a fr-
(*DNA gets called for time by NuNu and Hollow*)
Go 'head
Go 'head, n***a

Yo...Yo...
I get paid to let n***as lie on me
He said I did Mike dirty, and I'm right here wit' Mike Zombie
He's right here, people, once again, like the Pat Stay battle
But this n***a corny
Y'all think I'm gettin' mad 'bout the personals? No
This n***a's up here spittin' on me
That's what the f**k I'm mad about
I'm bein' deada**
That's why I got the towel
Let me introduce you to my third while I'm spittin' it
You never met a verse (Metaverse) more ridiculous
It's like a NFT...y-you don't understand it, but you can picture it
I coined the phrase, they bit the sh*t
I got bars you don't get 'til the end of the year: it's a syllabus
I say, "A.I.", he think Iverson, I mean artificial intelligence
You repeat narratives 'cause you never read a rick (rhetoric)
While you was doin' "Bennett" flips...for rap purposes
I just opened a escort, Bennett Enterprise, for tax purposes
Oh, you 'bout to get this business, son
Lesson 1: start a brand, somethin' people could get in touch with
Not somethin' you think's dope, but lacks substance
Lesson 2: get a Shopify or Big Cartel, you know, basic training
He don't even got a site to take a payment
You gotta hit him and make arrangements
He like, "I got you, my G! What you need?"
Make the customer feel like they coppin' weed
They like, "My n***a, I just want a T!"
Lesson 3 that works: invest in quality
To me, that's first
Only K you peelin' off is on them cheap-a** SHIRTS!
Lesson 4? I know y'all heard this before
Only get fly on your own supply
Lesson 5? You gotta have cla** or have a swag or have pa**
If he did a blog called "DNA's Truth"
It would have less views than DNA's Tooth, and that's sad
You got played by a puppet, a black hand wit' prints
You gon' need gra** and CAT scans and sh*t!
If you ever get bigger than me, I'll drop The Last Dance on yo' Black a**!
MJ wit' the shrug or MJ wit' the Glove, I'm that BAD!
It's sad to me
N***a, to give y'all some clarity...
Our friendship was never worth the BAG to me!
The agony!
Goin' circles in this ring and it saddens me
Calamities
My fruits of labor done turned my peers (pears) on me
Insanity
Who harder?
Bruce father, apparently it's tearing me apart from the family
Knowin' soon my son'll catch a bullet: he Brandon Lee
N***a...when I was locked up wit' Pimp C and Gazi East
You was pickin' up your teeth over another n***a beef
God damn...that sh*t got me
Since you love Harlem, I'll catch you on First Ave, near Hajji's
If your man turn up, I'll turn his hamburger to chopped cheese!
You got me
If I go over time, don't stop me
This n***a got ONE shirt from Versace and he got all c*cky!
Oh, oh, you dress better than me 'cause you wear Gucci?
Y-You got some D&G slippers?
I knew you when you was a EBT-getter and you thought Fendi was a DVD n***a
Let's go Queens for Queens, n***a
I ain't even got none left
I don't even need it
Let's go Queens for Queens, n***a
"I'm in a fast V, wanna test drive wit' me?
The baby maybe, the S550
Cars just symbolize..."
Oh, you ain't doin' somethin' right
Alright, lemme try another one
"Wipe the blunt ashes off my clothes as I rose
And blew the blunt smoke out my..."
(*A few people in the crowd say "Nose"*)
Oh, now everybody knows
But what about you?
Oh, I know you know that one
That's Nas, we speakin' facts
But you missed the first one from Far Rock
Let's keep it a Stack, n***a
Yeah, that's Riot Squad sh*t, R.I.P. Stack
LOMClothing.com, man

Yo...yo...

Sike I lied!
I'm back for him, I got another acronym
Nah, I d-...

Yo, listen

I'm on some different sh*t
He talkin' 'bout he got his sh*t to spit
But his gun remind me of this card: it's missin' Clips
Sh*t, how yo' sh*t spittin'?
N***a, tryna understand you is harder than tryna make a kid listen
Neck chop, chest shot, Sid Vicious
After you, I'mma take care of Mafia: B.I.G wishes
But not here in L.A., I see how y'all did B.I.G, n***a!
I'm lowkey catch me wit' it
Right now, I'm-
Nah, nah, nah, I'm not done
I s...
Nah, I'm done - LOMClothing.com
'Cause we gon' do a fourth round, right?
We gon' do a freestyle round?

We're not gon' do a fourth round?

That wasn't in my contract

Aight, look, so let me keep goin' then
I said...

You keep stoppin' and goin', like...the sh*t you were sayin' about messin' up the battle-
You-

LOMClothing.com
He mad now
I thought we was gon' freestyle a round

Nah, I'm not mad, I'm not mad

Alright, go ahead

Like, I don't understand, my n***a

Spit your rhyme

I wanna spit it

I'll end my round

OK, cool, cool
You gon' make me a-
N***a talkin' 'bout Clips missin' from the card
That's just gon' make me get a big blade
You did all that sh*t about Shopify
You still gon' never get a Real Name brandin' (Brandon) once I get this kid slayed (Kyd Slade)
We could start the round off
You think that that sh*t is really harder?
Rest in Peace Stacks, but I see a lot of chinks (Chinx) in his armor
You wanna keep goin'?
This is me freestylin'
I'm not never writin' all the time
I do know Queens songs
I'm in the club and now your life is on the line!
I'm on the sign!
I'm on the sign!
WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!?
Yeah! What happened to makin' up words!?
This is me!
This the new me!
Meet the new me! (x3)
Listen, everything I'm 'bout to tell in this round, n***a, all of it's true
You from Queens, I'm from Queens
But once you cross the line, it ain't no such thing as callin' a truce
N***as forget where they come from until their jaw get a few
If you swing, Don, King Von
I'm known to drop Astoria, too (a story or two)
PH gave me everything in my career
Rest in Peace - that man inspired 'til he died
I owe all this to Pumpkinhead, Hollow!
You see the fire in my eyes!?
No chill!
I was cool wit' Conceited, Cortez, Clips
You ain't never give me that bro feel
Prison Break, 'cause I was Con's brother: Michael Scofield!
Look how I map out a body!
Stop wit' the silly sh*t
Conceited know who Big Queens is, and this ain't really it
I'm the one that kept the lights on for my people
Aye, Con (Akon), I got the city lit!
So don't start wit' them lies
When we used to hang out, you ain't even take part in the ride
So don't tell me what Chuck tailored (Taylor) or about a Con verse (Converse) if you was just a star on the side
This is where Boy Meets World and you just a sick individual
You know how many people you betrayed?
Cor', E
Math used (Cory Matthews) to tell us how much of a FIEND he (Feeny) is 'cause he don't live by the principles (principal)
And I been (Ben) Savage
Now, in this round, I just ask for one thing, my n***a
This game is called "Shut the F**k Up"
That mean as long as I'm tellin' the truth, you shut the f**k up
Your baby mom kicked you out the crib 'cause you was back on lean
N***a, this is the facts
That's when you moved in wit' Vic
She felt like he was an enabler, so she kept hittin' his jack
She said, "Hollow gon' lose his family to drugs"
You told Vic, "It's different than that"
Then Rob and Duck pulled up to his crib when you ain't deliver them stacks
You called the cops, blamed it on him
What type of n***a is that?
So to save yourself, you threw your mans under the bus
And he exterminated you 'cause he don't wanna live wit' a rat!
The withdrawals had you pullin' DNA
You throwin' up in the crib - it don't get no sicker than that
And you banned him from URL - what a vicious attack
So don't get on this stage and tell me you got "the spirit of Nipsey Hussle", 'cause we don't wanna listen to that
'Cause the 'Last Time That I Checc'd', it's always these 'Rap N***as' usin' Vic to relapse (Victory Lap)!
But we concerned for you, Hollow!
Listen, Smack, I know all about addiction
I need everybody to join in - it's a open gesture
The reality is when a parent has substance abuse, the child gets the addictive personality and can't control the pressure
Why you think you see me gamble and battle so much?
It was all used as a coping measure
On the inside it was hurtin' me, I needed therapy
Now when I get on this stage, my demons I show 'em lesser
So I know exactly how your son Lennon feels when he in cla** and daddy spaced out the whole semester
This for all them nights my daddy put that bottle up and I kept my emotions bottled up
So don't tell me that this n***a from Corona Extra
I don't punch right now, Hollow!
F**k tryna bust ya brain!
You once was a standup guy, n***a! Somethin' changed!
I know when a man does this much damage to his body, it's 'cause it comes from pain
You hear what they out here sayin' about you!?
It ain't just a couple claims
You know how much you worth!? Not just some f**kin' change!
You know how much it hurts to see them put dirt on your brother's name!?
You became a jackboy (Jakkboy)
Too many red flags wit' ya First Lady sent your relationship up in flames (Flamez)
We love you, but we can't trust you
And that in itself shows there's somethin' strange
Maybe your depression came from our lack of textin'
We the ones to blame
That's why I'm up here tryna touch a SOUL before the doctor tryna touch a VEIN!
This sh*t is tragic
The pa**ive-aggressive behavior, I know why he gets erratic
I'm just tryna give you the perks (Percs) of the 30 before you get the tablet
I wanna take every cup, every bottle out that kitchen cabinet
You want a leg up? Then put the lean back like a vintage Maverick!
This sh*t is drastic
I can't say it slow, I gotta spit it rapid
You could have all them fights in your life
You ain't gon' show me you tough 'til you kick the HABIT!
You ain't NEVER gon' be a man 'til that addiction dies!
Are you a rapper or a gangsta-
You are MAD!
Why y'all so upset!?

'Cause you spittin' on me

No, n***a! I'm killin' you!
Why you so mad!? Look at him!
We never seen him like this!

Cap, cap, cap

OK, we in L.A., right?

Shut the f**k up, n***a-

We in L.A., right?
We in L.A., right?

I don't care where we at

We in L.A., right?
Look...y'all losin'! Y'all losin'!
We in L.A., right?
So since we here- that's cool
And you are too for talkin' through my round
It's- you makin' it look bad for your man
(*scoffs*) Please
We in L.A., right?
Alright, cool...so he forever cappin'
Always in drama, but never shootin' and never stabbin'
Come to think of it, if it wasn't 'cause of Hollow, the Dizaster and Math beef woulda never HAPPENED!
YOU jumped out the window!
You can't say it's true!
Now we gon' see a tier drop (teardrop) in L.A. like The Game tattoo
It's Round 3! It's gettin' hot in here!
And y'all know my slogan!
(GET HIM THE F**K OUTTA HERE!)
Hell no! Get these n***as that think they tough the f**k outta here!
Beasley, bring me the n***a wit' the grey hoodie
I will get Lux the f**k outta here
Time, man!

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