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Yo Rum I don't know dude
What's that?
Like, what they say when they approach you?
They was beggin' me for a battle
Then they gave us...those two
Like I ain't #1 on the app
Like I ain't 11-0 too
So true
I feel like Beasley don't be watchin' our battles
Yo Beas'
See I told you
Cause I smoked him
I smoked you
I really smoked him
I'm gonna smoke you
Tonight, you don't have to choose violence
Because it chose you
I'ma fire sticks (Firestick)
Nah, I'm aight with this
That's how you roll? Cool (Roku)
Cause I box sh*t
I'm gon' shoot
Nah, I really drop sh*t
This pole too
Aye, no matter what route we choose
As long as we don't lose
Don't move
Or you'll get slapped
And you'll get stretched
Just know this can get carried away
Like newlyweds
Rope you up
'Til you lose breath
Then you'll get next
Noose your neck in the same spot we hung Gary in (Hungarian)
Like Budapest
Champion of what, b*t*h?
It was never these stages
Geechi Gotti the real Champion
Y'all never could say it
And y'all never was favorites
And just like that roach motel you was talkin' 'bout
Aye, you ain't never was Raid-ed
We made you look basic
You thought that "good father" angle was gonna beat me bro?
Didn't work...and you still got checked
Like PTO
Nah, he needs smoke
Watch me bring mo'
.762 look like a neat pre-roll
You n***as wienies bro
I guarantee you don't carry a strap
Who? The Mexican cat? I bet he get whacked
Yeah but DNA still actin' like his machete will clap
If I go in my bag and pull a toast outta one
Whoever catch this shell will be flat
I say pull up where he stay
His cousin will catch a bullet in the face
We spin with ladders, on anything that look like DNA
Put you in a lake, I'm talkin' where they fish is
That sound like Washington, Green River sh*t, the Gary different
Bury you b*t*hes
This is where the serial killer get mad deeper
I said serial (cereal), that mean I would box him but the bag cheaper
This Tom' crews (Cruise) gettin' shot, I'm Jack Reacher
I light up the little pump and dash like a gas meter
You gon' need protection
And I keep a weapon
I just beat you reckless
And I'll do you greasy, test me
You ain't seen Twork hit me with that air fryer? Wing don't even need the Wesson
I'm mo' violent
Fo-five him
Arm to his neck
N***a, I could just clothes line him
The lead poppin'
Red dot him
Put a round to his top
N***a I could just headlock him
I'ma f**k him up
The gun is up
Chop' to his chin
I could do that with an uppercut
Well I'ma body sh*t, the chopper spit .223's
F**k you think I'm gonna stomp him with?
Oh it's like that?
Yeah it's like that
Well I'ma still up the .4
Body shot
That was a gun line!
Yeah but the punchline was yours
See after me, you n***as get to live, to fight another day
And after me, if you n***as do live, you're gonna be fightin' every day
Man I'll scalp this b*t*h
Gouging sh*t, from the buildin'
To the parkin' lot, it's gonna be blood in
Blood out out this b*t*h
Out this clip
If I let it lick with the metal, y'all already know what the outcome is
B*t*h! You can't keep it real yourself
Y'all b*t*hes can stay mad
Kill yaself
Whoa! January 9th
Super Fight card
This dumb a** n***a got on stage and told you that you was a good father
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That sh*t was yo' fault
Cause you could've called me and gave me better advice
I remember tellin' him that he was a good dad then "boom" that sh*t was over he was ready to fight
That's exactly what happened, and then Beasley hit me and said, "This is your last chance, under once condition."
N***a I'm bettin' my life
Well since this is my last call for Rum
Then this round is endin' tonight
I kept tabs on you
What if we consume too much Rum
Then these n***as know what's up
I guess that's why he's here
Yeah we gon' do Wing greasy to soak it up
And I'll hold the pump, skkkkert, stop ride, stock rise
Glock .9
Don, you are not Shine
We really doin' this now?
I mean, unless you wanna take a different route
Cause n***a you look nothin' like K-
So (queso) this how the Mexican dish it out
I get the big blade, take an arm and a leg
Don I don't stab n***as no more I can't take part in this fade
We gotta let it touch his ribs like he's starving for days
See, this is where you clap the machete
But how if you carvin' his face?
I'm Mexican, that's how you sharpen the blade
Let's cut the sh*t, you only face mid-tier
That's an observation
But now we at Nite (night) this is where stars align
That's a constellation
His mom's is pacin'
Doctor's writin', tryin' to take out the b***erfly Wing
Let's see if he can stomach the operation
You thought this was a game Nite?
{mocks Jey} But it's App King, 11-0
With four chokes
We see how his bars rank
I guess we gotta break out the pen
Oh you mean like Shawshank
They hated you for three years
They hated you for ten
Between the love and the hate I really wanna give y'all thanks
So what you think about Wing's span?
It's in arm's length
It's no crowd there's no chance to amp me
Clips said you have to resort to violence
Nah, cause then the fans will ban me
Besides Charlie I took the baby out
It's the Manson family
DNA, used to hold the MAC's well (Maxwell) but now you grounded at that
Nah Don, this where the Queens n***a is in the house and he's 'bout to relapse
You still a Menace II Society
But Rum's my n***a I ain't even wanna do this 'til I saw the amount for the match
That clip was an inconvenience
But now I want it to register to my old dawg (O-Dog), this a counter attack
This where we drop 40, DNA this right here
'Bout to be our best move
That beatin' that we'll make up
Like how Prep do
Be universal anywhere
Like a restroom
Go to great measures with DNA
This a test tube
You don't see the chemistry?
Got that fo-fo Beretta
That's a no no, I'm solo, I leave his nose broke in several
I rose gold the lever
Aye Don they can't reb***al his death, you can't f**k with the X
You got another shot at Rum
is better
The cheat code got the web in his head
It's Vato's Loco's forever
Aye Don we gotta show 'em we really upstairs though
I don't think the fans listenin'
No, we gotta do this thing where every punch line connects with the other
Oh, what was that game called?
Transition
Ahh it's clear, I'm prepared to take off Wing, we on the runway
Nah, but the part you're missin' is after this trip you'll see (Triple C) I got the torch without the gunplay
They made back they artist
But what's the chances of a Miami Shark takin' out a Knight (Nite)?
Any given Sunday
And now we got the 4th Quarter to come back
That last shot helped me cross over without the pump fake
So I don't know if they did this for D or the check but I'm not the one Jey
You left Carolina blue in the face
Don't choke, don't have to perform the Heimlich
Your CPR Nitewing became a bird on (burden) on your sidekick
You robbin' hoods (Robin Hood)
So why would they buy in?
He crashed the market, he's a high risk
They should've checked the stock
Now Mr. Wal-Mart
Gotta pick up the night (Nite) shift
You wasn't even on the schedule 'til URL started callin' all the time
Aye DNA, ain't you from Queens?
Well Don, let's go backwards and tell this story in rewind
Wing comes from off of the plate
The clock jumps back a few hours
We not done
Cookin'
Before it pan out
Start removin' the flower
And the kitchen with flat
Now it's back to bein' bold
Bein' washed
Before URL was trimmin' the fat, pour (poor) Rum
Back to bein' strained
Before he got sick enough
And we got the punch
Now he's out the mid
Shot second
Goes back to bein' bottled up
Spin back to what we got in store
And stop askin' for help
Now Rum out our hands
And goes back on the shelf
The clock goes back from three, two to one
Before they switched opponents
This how the story begun
Big a** .30!
Sh*t look like a power strip!
Chill my n***a, god damn
Aye look bro, we gotta find a way to see eye to eye
You know I don't really f**k with all that gun sh*t....but I can compromise
You gotta try
...........
Shot'll fly! Better know your role
Playin' will get you this RPG
And all 20 on your side'll die
They whole entourage
Empty out then add in a clip, like it's monetized
Ayo the material fire
Off the top, like a Molotov
I'll aim this on you
He gon' watch you gettin' your brain exploded
Skull capped
Right in front of his eyes, like a baby Joker
Face split open
The medics fix him, somethin' 'bout seein' cous' in st**ches gave me closure
It's over
Whoever played me is gettin' popped
Don't even play like you finna box
Cause even if the X raise (rays) an arm
Who's all in the (ulna) radius is gettin' shot
Sprayed up in they spot
Give their whole Area 51
That means the alien is gettin' caught
I'm still top of this cla** n***a, I ain't failed yet
Put DNA in a box, like I ain't had a helmet
And I'ma- what the f**k?
Hehehe, n***a hell yes
What school did you go to?
Shiiit, Kel-Tec (Cal' TEC)
Don will turn into a donor
Spell check
Paraplegic, I go from the waist up
They felt that
Aye, but I ain't worried about Marino
Soldiers will let machine's go
Semper Fi
And simplify
That's just somethin' that a Marine know (Marino)
Piece blow
Stand back before I shoot, that's a Van Exel free throw
Get ghost with ya friend
Or get gone in the wind
You get the closed fist or the elbow
Like I don't know where you've been
It's over for him
Slap the taste out ya mouth
You gon' think you had Covid again!
F**k wrong with them?
B*t*h you thought this a battle you'd take?
Forensics will have to pull my prints off the side of your face
And you gon' meet your fate
Run you over this Kia grey
Drag you underneath the Axel and Skate like Streets of Rage
Squeeze the .8
Put your bodies on this b*t*h
Now you're on the (Your Honor) Clip either way
Like who we replaced
Take it easy Jey, they got me wiggin' on the compet**ion
Skills too strong
And I already killed you holmes
God is my witness
I bomb on n***as and body b*t*hes
You all can get it
You better go tuck tail like Amish women
Coffee slippin'
I swing you swing back, I go over the counter like non-prescription
Caught you slippin', catch one of these he drop
Smack dyin'
And take the mic (Mike) from Gary like the King of Pop
I be givin' props, I'm tryin' to see you winnin'
I gave you a shot and your flowers on the stage that night, I'm Selena's killer
That was different
And I don't expect you to even catch the phrasing
Cause you couldn't even make sure that b*t*h a**a**inated (A**a**in ate it)
Crazy
Chopper clap, you all get whacked
This gon' start and end with X like "Xerox", did you copy that?
I'm one of the best at this
I do this effortless
I be smokin' whole cliques
No pics, I be outside wreckin' sh*t
While they be in the house, watchin' TV all day, doin' no progressive sh*t
Tell 'em, get off the couch and get schooled
That's somethin' you don't ever risk
Both you n***as, need to stop takin' offers and thinkin' smarter, I mean that sh*t
NWX? That's a sinkin' ship
By the time they get my money, you gon' be drinkin' water
I don't know why n***as love you, I've been writing above you
I use the pen like a knife and pop [?] a shovel
I don't know who the f**k you thought you was playin' with
I turn this sh*t to mortar fire
My throne I done fortified it
My front yard is your horizon
You not trash, but with your Mexican homie, y'all n***as boarder lining
Reb***al that
Nah, don't try to come off the top with this
Cause we got different lives
See, cause if you freestyle, you tryin' not to slip or forget your lines
If I freestyle, I forgot the grip and had to improvise
You n***as died, and they can't revive you
One punch will have a n***a spinnin' like a dance recital
360 when I hit lays, trick play, cause Marino gon' have to catch a spiral
Savage!
I make 'em think twice
I got y'all lookin' like the weak type
Or maybe Nite (night) vision goin' bad
Either way it's a green light
Wing night Nite Wing, I'll Bat ya friend
And fallback for no reason, like Ave and them
You n***as have to win, and that's too bad cause you n***as weak
Ayo Rum, I tried all that gun talk, but it isn't me
Long blade, old dagger, for these two? Sh*t was meant to be
Cause this blade is illegal and this blade is missin' teeth
You b*t*hes sweet
Got ya fans losin' money
All them dinner dates at Applebees
Now you down 2 for 20
B*t*h!
Can't keep it real yourself
Y'all b*t*hes can stay mad
Kill yaself
Let me tell you a story
I'm from Miami, where they got the gun tucked or they use a knife
And I'm from Corona, where I've seen multiple of my friends die from shootin' dice
I've seen my teo get deported
I've seen my uncle lose his life
When URL booked this
It was for the views and hype
You know how many times I needed Rum to help kill the pain?
Just to get through the night (Nite)
Y'all 'bout to get dog walked
Lil' Kim and Biggie
Nah, f**k the Small talk
Aye DNA, I figured out why little man is complex
Don, I been done figured that out he got a Little Man Complex
Aww
Every time things don't go his way that's when the fightin' appear
He lookin' like he tryin' to interfere
Well that's cool cause they both gon' be six feet at the height of they career
He tried to bury us
Well let's make it right
And it's nothin' to lose sleep over
Cause I done been in the ring with n***as from Stay to (the) Nite (night)
Ain't this your man?
Yeah but he watches Game Of Thrones and gives great advice
But if I put the knife to the Nite (Night) King, that should break the ice
We goin' toe to toe, sonny you should've never raised that seat
Cause I don't see no poise in (poison) Rum
Romeo
But the punches seem robotic
But that ain't how it's supposed to go
It threw me off the first time
Skip the mechanical bull, this ain't my first rodeo
John Q's son
It sound heartless
The mechanic got suited
Banjo Kazooie
Barrel on the wheel
That's a 64 cartridge
Whatchu want, heads or tails?
Don that's a round artist
I see we got Washington on the court
And I've been sleepin' before the round started
It's like white people
Everywhere we go
We found Targets
Goten and Trumps
Cause soon as I hit the move, can't nothin' stop me
Why'd you f**k up the fusion?
It's cause you missed the point, this 'bout to be an ugly body
That anime bullsh*t, that's what he's into
I know him personally, he's a f**kin' nerd
I know Don, he's never in the club with stars
It's comic books over parties, this n***a wouldn't touch a broad
He loves to spar
But when the Ace a Spade
After King
You can't cut the cards
So Nite (night) life
Don't fit in with Every Fuccin' Bar
This is where Corona shuts you down
I'm not phased by the Mad King
App King
Sad King
As I sit on the throne it's Rum
Muhf**kin'
Nitty, two blickies is how I get in the zone
Why you always tryin' to sound like a Marvel villain?
And why you always doin' this like Twork?
Y'all wanna be top tier?
Do that sh*t on your own
Fresh Prince Reunion
Aunt Vivian
Bring back the original tone
There's no honor in that, that's not your original voice
But it's cool, you'll be number one on the app this summer
Yeah, they gon' keep makin' post office records but I've been trackin' numbers
Soon as I arrive they FedEx the fan favorite
But we shippin' out who they call next
As I priority express
They'll be overnight (Nite) delivery, and I brung it to your doorstep
Ya n***a's hype  him
There's no hope he's goin' broke
From all the sh*t he buyin'
This Game for you Nit' (Unit)
Like 50 signed him
Better start savin'
Or we gon' keep comin' back to this URL site
See Nitty cryin'
So as long as it's an open tab
On the webpage
We gon' minimize him
DNA, this group disgust me
Nah, they should let Nitty do all the parts, you should trust me
Why's that?
Cause if Jey (Jay) 'Takeover' it's gon' get 'Super Ugly'
All directs
No subliminals
Them jokes is pitiful
The smoke is visible
You better hope them chokes is minimal
So Jey better tap in
Like a Samoan ritual
Aye Don, when you start doin' that I think them moves advancin'
Not gonna lie, we got Arizona problem and dude's expandin'
So Don how do you get rid of a Desert Storm?
I got a Clue {gun clicks} hold the group for Ransom
See, see now that was fire
But I told you, I don't do this gun bar sh*t
No, no, no, no
Sometimes you gotta resort to violence
I'm tired of this back and forth
What if someone hurt your daughter? You gonna let the ratchet off?
Yeah, you right I'm dumpin' the heat but it's Couple's Retreat it's my last resort
If somebody play with my daughter, they gon' lose they life on the strength
What else?!
If they run in my crib, I'ma take the knife off the dresser
What else?
And stab 'em
Don't let them forget!
I won't! It'll be a night (Nite) to remember!
They say he throwin' so many punches he's screamin' "Get off the-"
Nah, I'ma take that rope and change it this year
Bang a Crip near
DNA how he doin'?
He's hangin' in there
Y'all want the masters?
Give him all of the rights
F**k the rookies
F**k the vets
I'm talkin' 'bout all of the types
We Zoomin' in on cla**es
I never wanted to Skype
This upstairs sh*t, we brought it to light
What happens after I put Rum down?
Then we call it a night (Nite)

Y'all n***as been kinda trash lately
Ehhh, as a group, seem like there ain't no talent left
What happened to the "Mexican bars"?
You used to do that style the best
Aye, see the truth is, Don don't even speak Spanish
Facts?
They why his style's been goin' down a stretch
And ain't you from Mexico?
That should've let you know, you could've been a name without the X
You could've did much mo'
You didn't have to go follow them though bro
It's like as soon as you cliqued (clicked) up with the X
That little window closed
Bro you slow like
Don't you know, that you just beat Corona
And he's from Corona
That gotta hit close to home
And you was just climbin' the ladder
And you thought joinin' them would've got you there faster?
That's not even a step
Son, DNA does not even matter
Now we your consequences
For all the lies you livin'
Yo' street life
Yo' real life
Undoc*mented
That little bullsh*t you used to write been f**kin' with your conscious n***a
What? They wouldn't let you be a Dot so now you a conscious n***a?
Meet Gary, 30 something year old battle rapper
Fed up with the way things are goin' being a f**k boy
He decides to go back to gun bars
But then, his conscious comes into play
Alright stop, now before you pickup the pen and pad
And start scribbling trash about the guns you used to have
You better think of the consequence
Who are you?
I'm your motherf**kin' conscious
That's nonsense
Keep rappin' 'bout packin' .40s and [?] and long clips
Hollows and damn TECs, cause that's how you got lit
You gotta keep a K and gauge in everything you say
You can make away with DNA's spraying blade
Nah, Rum's sayin' all that cause it's his go to
The culture already knows you and Gotti holds you
Think about it before you lettin' the cans burst
That bullsh*t can't work when you look like a male nurse
F**k that, do that sh*t
Use that fifth
You ever had to hold that grip and blew that b*t*h?
I don't care if you scared to death just use that clip
You really think that they give you a f**k how true that is?
Bro don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it
Be realistic
You Charlie Clips b*t*h
That's why they had to switch sh*t, so he don't battle you
You know what Nite? This sh*t might be factual
B*t*h!
Can't keep it real yourself

Hi everybody, I'm finally here
Meet Gary, it's the voice inside your head when you're filled with nonsense
Jey used to be an alcoholic, now he got a guilty conscious
Hey Jey, remember me? It's Gary
I'm glad to see you in good spirits
But I'm not happy our reunion is with Every Fuccin' Bar
I told you, you and liquor don't mix
Aye Gary, what makes you think I ain't Wing man, I try to help him pick up this b*t*h
Aww, it's you again?
Yes, don't listen to Gary
He don't want you to have fun and it's obvious
No, I just don't want him to go through them 12 steps and Alcoholics Anonymous
This a lesson that could put him in a state of depression and lower his confidence
A couple shots of rum ain't gonna hurt him
Look, he got high tolerance
Jey I told you one of these days would come when you have to past that test
Hey you want some of this Bacardi, I'm just here for the fun
What you gon' do? You at bat Wing
And now it's clear who's superior, Rum
You should've been callin' him your rival
Wait, wait, wait I don't even know why you want him beside you
Gary relax, it's Double Impact
Which is proof, Rum is stronger in Volume
But it's instilled in you
So why you sayin' this sh*t come comfortably?
Do you know the effects of an ex-alcoholic that relapses from bein' in and out of recovery?
Well what could go wrong?
70% of Americans grow up with a father in their household
This could literally split up Nite to the point he doesn't have custody
You gotta keep it short with the essay, I ain't with the fat summary
You right, so don't let this fly by Nite (night) since he's stuck with bad company
And speakin' of bad company, f**k Daylyt but he's right
Go back to sellin' drugs and gang bangin' quit tellin' these leagues your price
I mean, you want that money fast
Don't let him convince you to move at the speed of light ('Lyt)
F**k gang bangin', battle rap, that's not a means of life
He can't even zone in to read and write
I know, but you right, that's why they put him with the mechanic
I figured you wouldn't understand it
But he gotta focus still cause he couldn't Reed (read) and write
But now he's learnin' his basic motor skills
Man, f**k all that, you let Holmzie tell you about views
Stop takin' these deals, say what you feel
Nah, chill out Rum, do not go insane in the field
Listen to URL, cause I figured this Rum combo should make up the meal (mil')
Listen, f**k all this Gary sh*t, sometimes you gotta get mad
You sayin', I should be the villain?
You know how many ID's I done sold? I could've made a million
But you did that to help your people blend in like a chameleon
You know how many Gary's I put on a certificate made a civilian?
Jey, I know how you feel though
Cause I lost my uncle and my dad cause both of them couldn't remain sober
My primo was homeless, lived in a car so he could stay closer
My aunt Judy had to sleep, live and eat all in that Range Rover
Really had to chow down and in the trunk like the Hangover
You know we got two strikes against us, being black and a male
We never get treated equal
I saw them legalize marijuana before my people
At the border, kids in cages
Mines in cases that still havin' to linger
You know he sounds like Thanos
It don't matter, we seen our people disappear at the snap of a finger
Now it's time for you to Avenge your death
It's about that time
Last time I told you, you was a good dad, I'm out my mind
For the children from Cornell with the stash; Maliki
Go out the same fashion like Palestine
What if they say that's not the truth
Nah, that's my word I box him up it's no Sudoku
There where I lace the floor like a group home
I went from nothin' to having not, I'm Larusso
And stop easy, Rikishi, I'll pop a (papa) Uso
Your partner can't wiggle outta this
I've been in a better space
Don, they said it was a lot of cappin' in the first round
On this card, this the ace
Switch the place with you and 112; Big and Ma$e
I just beat Danny, Danja, you think this b*t*h is safe?
Texas Chainsaw Ma**acre
After all the murders, I got (k)Nit' to face
Don, why you so mad?
I'm so mad because he said even if he choke the fans vote for him
That's cause he lost in the fade
We call this the Pac-Man
What's that?
When they all in a maze (amaze)
But if you keep chokin' like Surf they gon' get rid of you
We'll see how good you gon' be without the support and the praise
Cause right now they only wanna see the Hawaiian Punch because they bored of the Wave
And we beat them playin' our game, we didn't have to change the aura
No caterin', just Wing on a platter and I never placed an order
After Super Fight they was on the fence with the Mexican, like I had to face the border
But now we got the quarterback
And I'm Ace Ventura
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here
What's my slogan?
Get 'em the f**k outta here
Hell no, get these n***as that tried to play the f**k outta here
You your own man, get them sayin' you the Mexican DNA the f**k outta here
Get these n***as that think they tough the f**k outta here
Monday that diss track drops to get Lux the f**k outta here

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