a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu loaded lux vs. geechi gotti – urltv

[round 1: geechi gotti]
we got geechi gotti versus…
n*gga only my b*tch can call me “handsome”
keep that g*y sh*t over there and not in my vision
cause if i get to trippin’, glocks get to spittin’
half the body’s stiff, upper body don’t move but the legs still shakin’
yo smack, if this n*gga twitchin’ on caffeine, ain’t that a conflict of interest?
as god is my witness, i’ll beat you ’til you brain dead, ya family makin’ hospital visits
decidin’ whether or not to pull the plug on this woke n*gga
now that’s a conscious decision
n*gga you always usin’ words we can’t understand, i’m not impressed
only big words you need to be concerned wit’ is ‘who shot ya’ and life after death
i’m at ya neck, bet not hear a scream if i knock a n*gga down
bеt he stay down like mcdonalds’ ice crеam machine
f*ck a n*gga mean?
ask my ops when it came it came to pain if they felt me
before we ever heard of lux i had n*ggas hooked up to tools askin’ doctors if everything healthy
yeah, you gon’ get shot and bleed in the streets
coroner showin’ up like, “leave it to me.”
harlem hospital ain’t gotta give beds out, all we need is the sheet
all we need is a leash, i’m finna dog walk you
it’s a body, no matter how hard this n*gga try
think squid games, you done lost your marbles old man, you finna die
i wonder why, you this close and i ain’t slapped you yet
truth is, i done put in mo’ work than over half you vets
check the stats, resume’s not even close at all
i ain’t one of these n*ggas you had in the lionz den, coachin’ and vouchin’ fo’, i don’t look up to dawg
i did this sh*t off my own sk!ll, with no lucks (lux) involved
trust me dawg, all my n*ggas in the buildin’ and we the only ones holdin’
so f*ck lux, cause only my guns loaded
make sure i put you in (u.n.) front, then un*load it
f*ck is cuz smokin’?
we clearly was thuggin’
at the hospital, got ya family dryin’ the tears, keep ’em comin’
see how fast you go from the beloved to the “dearly beloved”
for years he been runnin’
battlin’ once a year
they gon’ say, “cuz such a performer
lux just be securing the bag.”
you know who else be securin’ the bag? the motherf*ckin’ coroners
tell yo’ b*tch, pipe down, i motherf*ckin’ warn her
cause he know, i ain’t the one, that’s a f*ckin’ fact
have you in the crib tied up like, “where them f*ckin’ racks?”
she gon’ watch me k!ll lux or (luxor) or, “hoe tell (hotel) me where the money at”
this a stick up
you gon’ get a bullet out of every muhf*ckin’ glock i’m holdin’
sh*lls stuck in his head, literally, locked in (and) loaded
i’m the one these n*ggas not controllin’
i’ma say what i’m gon’ say
i don’t wanna hear no, “hoodie lux is the goat.” that sh*t be so g*y
n*gga, they die in every hood, what difference is a gray one gon’ make?
n*gga haters gon’ hate but we was never friends
show up to harlem lookin’ for yo’ crib
you better let me in
masked up, gloves on, i work in medicine
show up to d lux (deluxe) apartment in disguise like the jeffersons
movin’ on up, i can’t wait to see you die
gun b*tt you ’til yo’ facial features slide
pistol whippin’ loaded ’til the gun catch a d.u.i
yo’ fans ever see you cry?
you gon’ drop a tear (tier) today
i ain’t here to play n*gga
100 rounds it ain’t a semi
this fully loaded with some of everything in him
petty game n*gga
try to run i hit him with the deuce deuce
that m*th*rf*cka travel
hit his calf and his thigh when it blew through
leg shot, now his knees don’t match with his body like nunu
i don’t f*ck with b*tches, look like big bird
should have one of the home girls steal her (steeler) like pittsburgh
for tryin’ to black when a real n*gga talkin’
put that b*tch in a box, code word was: nail in the coffin
y’all don’t be around real n*ggas often
and on me it’s crazy
squeeze the .80
a bald head in her stomach ain’t beasley baby
y’all need to hate me
cause wasn’t you f*ckin’ wit’ her too?
was it around the time of the pregnancy?
you seen what happen to cuz baby, that’s a child we will never see
it’s only right i bring it up on the drake card
since it ain’t get a chance at a born legacy
and when it’s real y’all can tell
y’all can see it in they eyes
yo’ turn, see if you can make n*ggas believe them lies
[round 1: loaded lux]
west coast…
it’s for my n*ggas up north getting full on that jack mac
another smack back, i got a n*gga to back smack
another handicap match
no wrench
just a nut job with his screws loose but i’m back to that old fix
you don’t get to pick and choose i just abuse this the bruise
i’ll black and leave the blue’s clues that’ll show ’em
you don’t ignore why the grounds floor tour guide say, “if you don’t amount to the rushmore climb, you can run into a snow cliff.”
you chose this
you home but feel flown in
they done put a crip in kypton and the riverbed ’bout the only thing you can float wit’
without a boat just, this body gon’ make you look a lil’ yachty
you know i’m sittin’ on some sh*t and i’m at the potty
drake is hosting
when a star track (trek) down a final vulcan
the highest voltage, what i’m evokin’
heaven’s gate without the poachin’
locked up in the same food chains i got all ya goats in
you ever saw what it looks like when the predators pray?
it’s minus the pulpit they put the pope in
this the pulp you get beat to when you’re poachin’
oh sh*t, a lion approachin’
it’s more like blood in the water, tides in the ocean
when they brought you out on the floor…all i saw was a dyin’ goldfish
i wanted to find a bowl you could soak in
but this a moment
and it’s gon’ steal a stage
just spill ya brains
it hurts but such appeal (a pill) it gave
y’all don’t know a k!ller pain when it ain’t ibuprofens
“loaded lux is geechi gotti opponent?”
what the f*ck is in that cali weed and how high you get smokin’ it?
they must be literally puttin’ the dope in
drizzy you drowsy, mama they jokin’, they know it’s crickets
when the young grasshopper get loud like he big fly
why? that’s how bugged out loc is (locust)
boastin’
n*gga, right now i want you to get out your phone then
n*gga, i want you to see how i’m comin’ across screenin’ you like a flood warning advisory notice
(what you do loaded?!)
i steps to my business like sobriety coaches
yo’ sisters and yo’ brother and them
where ever your auntie and uncle is
i hope a doctor consolin’
you already dead to be knowledge opposin’
get beat good if it’s not in (noddin’) ya head
you n*ggas got to wake up, he boppin’ to loaded
you might not get this event ’til later like every bed in the hospital covid
his pops didn’t know the degrees he was up against
four (fore) headin’ out ’til the body was frozen
son was a hot head, got his temperature checked, but the mama the (thermometer) coldest
“not my bay loc!” in here thinkin’ he beowulf
you don’t stop and compose ya what this author composed of
it’s paper on the line
and i get the feelings like margins and quotas
what we arguin’ over?
you smarter, you older, you know the repercussions
of every. fuccin’. bar. that you wrote up, i took note of
ya man check engine light on, and i’m just startin’ to motor
“gotti a whole movie out here loaded.”
yeah i know son
you talkin’ the ’96 version or the 2018 one with travolta
which mob fl!ck you n*ggas wanna [?] for?
cause this sh*t never
which ever
father god he is in here with the godfather
i can see no (casino) for you to play untouchable, you a goodfella n*gga
i’m not believin’ in them lies
“i got the .40. [?]”
he’s a st., i can see it in his eyes (ides)
it can’t be true
so i was at the airport, right?
i ran into this old plumber, he used to work outta death row studio* he done been in more gangsta sh*t than you, n*gga
you low key a huxtable
i believe when you got to compton them n*ggas was punkin’ you
to get down with the set like, get comfortable
lux is who they put on the table, oh you the lunchable
gave you a gang of money, ain’t the hundred’s blue?
sucka you
what, i gotta put it in geechi or somethin’? ya gullah gullible n*gga
simple
ignorant
like them rhymes you be kickin’
make this n*gga rap tonight man
i don’t wanna hear all them theatrics and tappin’
that sh*t [?]
you gon’ wing it, but that bird sh*t won’t fly n*gga the pen win
send it
don’t talk to me about big pay
i watched you rap for five weeks straight just to split 150k
we got paid way more than that in just the* we got case
this is fine dinin’ versus nickel and dimin’
you ain’t got it, that’s why you outta pocket
we could’ve booked this on the riot
but my fee a (mafia) make gotti forget about it
i mean this is a sweep bro
i got to keep hittin’ this garbage n*gga wit’ clean blows
they said gotti was a maid (made), man
yeah, that’s finito
is he slow?
y’all don’t find it odd
i watched a doc with this n*gga walkin’ through the grandees
talkin’ ’bout how his man he, got cool with some ops behind bars
and on camera, you said you could relate
kinda bangin’ is these n*ggas doin’? that sh*t sound fake
are you a fraud? a whole façade?
you said ya man found religion and turned to the lord
you might as well have followed in his footsteps
i mean, you already in here givin’ ya life to god, n*gga
pop the jar, man
i want to give him the real sauce of what i’m cookin’
this n*gga tofu
askin’ me, ’bout n*gga’s daddy in a relationship that they go through
i’m goin’ loco on a local
at the mail office, n*gga i’m ‘pose to (postal)
f*ck you thought?
they tried to make consciousness look soft
ain’t nothin’ small minded about a n*gga that stood tall
i fought ’em all, n*gga spiritual fights, hood brawls
boyz n the hood talkin’ ’bout, “i don’t wanna hear that bullsh*t sharif.”
they wasn’t sayin’ that when i was takin’ they football
y*y*you do know sharif in menace ii society is the same guy that was in boyz n the hood that was takin’ these n*gga’s football
i just wanna make sure you n*ggas know what to look for
tonight don’t gun bar me to death
you know, your usual
“i couldn’t come back until the clip was empty”, you know, the usual
you gon’ start lookin’ more like a fat chick puttin’ on
you squeezin’ (squeeze in ) it, but the body don’t suit you
that’s hard for me to throw ya
you caught a body, and it’s prolly a partner in yoga, you’re now walkin’ with yoda
thoughts of a loner
with this art i’m a donor
don’t i give you n*ggas this work, out the heart of the folder
you gon’ fold up
you not that sharp and you showed us
i saw you on that live
petrified of the squad car when it rolled up
tryin’ to justify the part when you froze up
like, “nah. you don’t know cuz.”
we don’t know what?
oh you had that addams’s family thing on you?
cause one minute you was there then there was n0body (no body)
just hands (hanz) walkin’ alone bruh
you can’t be serious
believe you a shooter?
n*gga you want peace in ya future
but for these stacks you gon’ rap like you want smoke
you the whole pack
that drop back and sat by the tree like buddha
maaaan, i ain’t seen a n*gga pop out that scared since* since debo knocked out the n*gga for the beach cruiser
you want some of this too old man?!
no
geechi why you come ’round harlem, sittin’ ’round here messin’ with these people for?
get yo’ ass in the car man
time
[round 2: geechi gotti]
i know a dope fiend when i see one
you know the loc a felon
state to state trafficking that white baby, i had that cocoa mailin’ (cocomelon)
what bro bro sellin’?
the fact that he tone tone?
you supposed to be some milk drinkin’ muhf*cka wit’ strong bones?
i don’t give a f*ck about them ab exercises lux
this ’40 will bust open a six pack quicker than stone cold
n*gga you, been on a long road, fightin’ addiction
but this right here, gon’ be a nice intervention
about how that coke be havin’ ya nose up mo’ than light skin b*tches
hold tight n*gga listen
cause you came up in that crack era
when them n*ggas was movin’ it from block to block
it was only one rule: you sell it don’t smoke it, cause once you start it be hard to stop
but one day you got curious, decided to cop
am i lyin’ or not?
didn’t tay start on your league?
from streets to battle rap, you was the first one to give roc(k) a shot
n*gga, on nutty blocc
he got his own demons he ain’t battled yet
remember jay*z tweeted your slogan, then nothin’ came after that
“you gon’ get this work”
same thing the dope man say every time you get yo’ battle check
you a glorified crack head
nothing more, nothing less
you spend yo’ deposits on goofy ass outfits and buy drugs with the rest
now with all due respect
just keep it real cuz it’s fine
y’all don’t find it crazy how he always grabbin’ at his nose when he thinkin’ of a line?
and speakin’ of lines, you said you was somethin’ like marcus garvey, n*gga i highly doubt you
f*ck all them zulu outfits and them cofi’s
n*gga you put a fist up ’round me it’s lights out
b*tch, i’ll knock the black power out you
fake ass farrakhan, who the f*ck is you teachin’?
we on demon time, give a f*ck ’bout yo’ preachin’
you ain’t battle diz’, day’, danny, nitty, what the f*ck is the reason?
how the f*ck is we crownin’ you the king and you ain’t got the f*ckin’ achievements
who made you a legend lux?
them weird ass fans and sh*t?
overhead bars, super intricate jams you spit
what the f*ck good is the message if half the n*ggas listenin’ can’t understand the sh*t?
man, on crip, they gon’ say i ain’t got a pen
but that’s what they ‘pose to
meth & red with the ivory
you know how smart i’ma look after i smoke you?
i got 50k for this
after this, i’ma need 100 with some extra cheese
all that, “i’m doin’ this sh*t for the culture to uphold the art”, n*gga please
if i ever said i was doin’ it for the craft (kraft) i was talkin’ ’bout the cheese
you thought we was gettin’ these types of bags until i came around?
n*gga don’t be silly
drake and caffeine wasn’t puttin’ up no money ’til i became the face, think about it really
i headlined the first card, after that i main evented plenty
you right, me and nitty we split 150, shout out to drizzy
b*tch, when you was the face, y’all was happy to get an extra 10 from diddy
what a pity, n*gga the culture was dyin’
i put this sh*t on my back
i made it cool to be a n*gga who was actually livin’ what he rap
to the youth? sh*t i’m prolly bigger than smack
i’m the reason these kids wanna battle now*a*days, and this is facts
that ain’t a jab at n0body, sh*t maybe a lil’ slap
this n*gga cap
yeah you was a pioneer, when y’all was battlin’ in the trenches
but my era is the reason it’s a multimillion dollar business
i took this sh*t to heights you ain’t even deem possible
the money you got tonight, back then, wouldn’t even seem logical
so when you get paid them racks, and give it to that dope dealer, i’m the n*gga you should pay homage to
b*tch i’m the goat
when i finally met all my favorite battle rappers they all was broke
satisfied with gettin’ paid crumbs, long as we called ’em “dope”
life was rough rough
half y’all n*ggas still had jobs and sh*t daylyt was willing to f*ck puff
buncha weirdos
in beasley house playin’ with pool sticks and duct tape
don’t ask me how i know, just know you n*ggas is cupcakes
cuz thought he was the end game, just now realizin’ i was the update
yo smack, i wouldn’t have let him in my house
and b*tch don’t think we forgot you the reason wilder got knocked out
n*gga i’ve been sleepin’ with pounds all in my couch
zipped and bagged, it feel like grandma crib, the way i’m sittin’ on kush and plastic
sh*t get tragic
squeeze the ratchets
say you don’t believe in coronavirus ’til you six feet and quarantined in that casket
n*gga you ain’t no boss n*gga
you ain’t never slide for the guys that lost they lives for the cost n*gga
code word was “summer madness 2”
(what that mean?)
i really had to pop calicoes for my lost n*ggas
go back, we don’t wanna hear that bullsh*t sharif
you right n*gga, rap
[round 2: loaded lux]
it’s the same narration
they’ve been tryin’ to give me you new n*ggas since about ahh….
whatever
but if i’m generations ahead of the class but the presence they can’t pass up
does that make him wrong for tryin’ to write (right) wit’ me?
is this the era (error)?
i don’t know but i feel forever
it was never about how many battles
what is this? high school?
or was all you n*ggas in school high?
if it take him 50 tries to my 5, what* nah
i can never let the n*ggas y’all think special educate me
“aye, n*ggas get left back every grade b”
see (c), what i’m sayin’?
we talkin’ lyrically here though
you justin combs, you get all puffed up and toned but little did he (diddy) know
ya elder statesman, the maintenance i put in ya makings
you know where you got it from, but you don’t know what it came with
i’m sanctioned
jesus christ, this is god tellin’ his son, “you too bright to think you gon’ take what you got on my shadow to give me shade with.”
who orchestrated this?
smack did?
theatrics
this is lebron puttin’ my number on in his dream match and i’m
jordan with the lean back spin
that told kobe it’s deep practice
i just came outside, b*tch i know them frontlines like a lead actress
n*gga we active
yeah, shout out to my brother wilder
all the wild we at this
if we measurin’ heart you the meter
if you the face of url then loaded lux is the face of the culture, n*gga
his stock go up any time he in the feature
that walk out reminded him of the lionz den
’til this day i’m still ringing in leaders
you could never be in that position, not even the bleachers
we saw what happen when you on your way to fights
right
and they don’t plant trees in arenas neither n*gga
i’ma keep touchin’ on it like a blind reader
speakin’ of what we read here
so i’m a nunu’s gettin’ the new news, yeah it’s just expression
n*ggas mad i be talkin’ my sh*t but this what i do do’s
ill wit’ it, too soon i’m checkin’ the youtube
somethin’ you was goin’ on about lookin’ like a ghost in an empty haunted house
boo (who) hoo?
f*ck is you always cryin’ ’bout?
n*gga, do you
you salty
like how you wait to get on caffeine to stop dealin’ with coffee?
you young n*ggas lost me
like, “i ain’t have a choice*”
no it’s fundamentals you lack
you went and got a podcast called no studio, i guess he couldn’t get his life on track
don’t worry, you’ll be back
they gon’ vote cause you in house
you the new hot shot
you see what*
you know what hero in (heroine) will get him
they gon’ say it was dope how you went out
he gettin’ his section sunk
buried in his own backyard gotta respect this bum
i’m only givin’ him this history lesson once
50*11 records, one diss track
strong impact
you said and done
that don’t make you a settler though, drake bro, i’m in here tryin’ to show you how the west was won
i hope you catch that one
he brought all blues
these n*ggas lookin’ like dog food
popped up on you like a future baby
west coast brought that smoke to you like a hookah lady
this [?] ruler sh*t, i’m a king
caffeine n*gga who the pimps
any time it’s your fourth headline and combined you couldn’t even crack 200 thou’
smack, you the one that know how to use a (you’se a) b*tch, n*gga
it ain’t got nothin’ to do with money
we all got to put food in tummies
but to be a proper earner i watch ya mergers when you’re bobby shmurder
man, y’all out here movin’ funny man
it’s the funny sh*t that puzzle us
you’re troublin’ the hustlers
geechi gotti in this motherf*cka losin’ customers
that’s on the dead homies
we don’t care ’bout your struggle raps
you bubble wrap, always in the middle of sh*t
[?]
y’all know he don’t work for the food & drug administration, so why is you speakin’ for avocado?
why go to his crib to watch my battles to get your day ruin’ed
oh you a stan, boy
yeah i’m name callin’
the mark is (demarcus) a fan, troy
you got the contracts you know the n*gga’s name is really marcus van troy
i can’t make this sh*t up
that be this n*gga line
cancel your business line
ship that sh*t down the river line
the finish line to me look like invisalign
you just crip, i’m cryptic with this sh*t so intertwined, you can’t jack it
unless you tap into the inner line
this for men in line
you’ve got to get a line to even get a line
these n*ggas know what’s up when i’m rollin’ up
i would’ve wore the gray hoodie, but nah he ain’t cold enough
they want that old loaded lux
hammer tucked
on the arm or hand it ta, canister, you thought i hung it up like the banister
rock incredible, don’t i?
bruce banner the bad bammin’ the man in ya
better keep it together like a manager
i don’t play games for the throne, i’m like a lannister
all up in his perimeter, you don’t know the parameters
i’ll sandwich the boys head
pause, but they all scared
i’ve been scannin’, i can sense it, his panics (hispanic), i feel like i’m battlin’ cortez
yeah, and it’s, no disrespect out to cor’
but the door wedge wide open
if god want him likely you goin’
i don’t care if this n*gga security team tighter than otis
you l.a. n*ggas gettin’ clocked
next i’m headed out to watts
‘lyt said i rap like i’m twistin’ the rubik’s cube
cool, cause i ain’t gon’ talk when i spin the block
i’m in his shot, i burn that midnight oil until it’s grease
i’m loyal to the beef
yeah, n*ggas talk ’til it get caught between they t**th
treats
i’m make you make that sour face
i’m dealing with the spoils but it’s sweet
yeah, all of it you can eat
all you gettin’ reached
new n*gga, same terms, i turn all you into grief
i’m sketching classics, i put together
what the f*ck?
i’m sketchin’ classics, you done offer my threads and patterns
i put bread in baskets
so what i stitch together the very fabric, they never patent
against me and gotti who got it?
well legend has it
every. fuccin’. bar. you go to score in, it’s gon’ cost him
we gon’ split his bill
see if he can make the cut this heal, neo’s pourin’ in (neosporin)
he own all this in
you gon’ wake up tomorrow and really know morning (mourning)
don’t warn him
when they watchin’ clips of the body to examine it, then i’m a post more of ’em (mortem)
you with the game, and?
i catch him solo and put the beats on him
paired with him, look how my peers appear compared to me
you prepared for me
son popped up on me, apparently (a parent*ly)
i’ve got to make it grand
ain’t gotti surf’s boy?
without a surf board
well he gon’ sure (shore) see (sea) levels when i land
you’se a waste of my motherf*ckin’ time n*gga
and you’re cuttin’ into ya mother’s f*ckin’ time n*gga

[round 3: geechi gotti]
n*gga said my real name…
ain’t yo’ name “john”?
is we beefin’ or what? i’m just tryin’ to figure this out
cause if we don’t get along (a long) john silver comin’ out
n*gga you’se a b*tch!
smack said if we choke we don’t get our second half
so n*ggas bein’ extra careful with our memory now
but smack, if i shoot ’til the gun empty don’t that mean technically i still finished my rounds?
these battle rap n*ggas is clowns
the sport you fell in love with done been tainted
all they care about is narratives bein’ painted
it ain’t about bars or nothin’
half these n*ggas pillow talk with battle rap b*tches and leak cards to puppets
i could rap like you, who you exposin’?
you dead, but you ain’t notice yet
you and your n*ggas could take a million pics with guns but still (steel) wouldn’t pose a threat
i ain’t scared of you lux, but i can see the fear in you
spark a flame at his top, they gon’ stare into the head lights like a deer’ll do
why y’all cheer for dude?
with all that lyrical miracle sh*t
make yo’ b*tch get on her knees, she ain’t prayin’ for spiritual d*ck
i’m disrespectful
prolly f*ck her ’til her legs lock
and after i’m finished, put that gray hoodie over the wet spot
close range, it’s a headshot
i don’t beef wit’ n*ggas, i only got dead ops
lead pop, n*gga the .50 gave us power and that’s a fact
fiends was so high they was literally watchin’ stars in the trap
my n*gga, we was raisin’ ‘cane and (raising kanan) it turned into crack
picture that
in the trap, the fiends practically lived in that b*tch
so many addicts (attics) in the crib, anne frank could’ve hid in that b*tch
it’s some real ass sh*t
if i say, i’m gon’ k!ll you, i’m gon’ k!ll you
i don’t give a f*ck if it’s right or wrong
only thing i’m contemplating is, “do i k!ll the kids too?” so you ain’t gotta die alone
n*gga after death it ain’t over dependin’ on how i felt
might show up to the candle light solo and shoot it up
b*tch, i end a vigil (individual) by myself
i was lost for real, i’m tryin’ to tell you dawg, gotti wasn’t right
you know how many times we had shoot outs in the day time?
i still had to come up here for these n*ggas and give body of the night
yeah, yeah, that sh*t was hard to juggle, the streets and the rap
it was a true challenge ’til one day somethin’ cl!cked
and on n.b. i found a new balance
now you? i’ve seen some sh*t that was actually strange on yo’ page bro
like, why all the “c” words you be replacing with “k”‘s though?
you spell words like, “consistent” with a “k”, “commitment” and sh*t
if i ain’t know better, i’d think you was dissin’ a crip
you bang lux?
what’s yo’ gang lux?
them n*ggas with the red bandanas in yo’ circle only gon’ get you flamed up
get yo’ stain up cause cuz can’t help you
you thought cause you was standin’ next to lava that i couldn’t melt you?
he be gettin’ blood love, that’s why they call him “beloved” (b love it)
aye, but he buggin’
scared to bang like he wasn’t but he thuggin’
yeah n*gga, that’s why i know you a buster
i’ma pistol whip you ’til yo’ face lookin’ cluttered
meanin’, i’m get blood to come out yo’ mouth one way or another
n*gga you a sucka!
you know the difference between me and you?
smack ain’t make me n*gga, i made myself
dope is how we made our wealth
we used to keep the smoker’s id’s and ebt cards
so when the first came around we just take the money off and pay ourself
do you know how many battle rap events i done saved from being shot up?
how many n*ggas names i done cleared whenever they got brought up?
gang of these n*ggas be askin’ gotti for protection
callin’ my phone like i’m in the car with some n*ggas and they goin’ in the wrong direction
smack you be at yo’ hotel asleep, i’m the reason these n*ggas make it back home safe to they section
n*gga class in session
i’m talkin’ to all y’all nerds
you know how many of these battle rapper’s chains ain’t get robbed just because of my word?
i should be chargin’ these n*ggas security fees, make ’em pay me with back pay
b*tches like nunu sayin’ “it’s a safe place”
yeah b*tch cause i made it that way
y’all lucky y’all made met now cause back then y’all would’ve hated that bay
had the crips lay the whole building down, only n*gga safe is pat stay
tell my n*ggas, “spray with that k”
lay every n*gga on this aisle down
they like, “even the light skinned n*ggas?”
“wait n*gga that’s drake!”
this sh*t feel different than the rest don’t it?
you on the west homie
so before y’all n*ggas put dirt on my name, make sure y’all put some respect on it
cause when it’s real, y’all can tell
y’all can see it in they eyes
yo’ turn, see you can make n*ggas believe them lies
n*gga, time

[round 3: loaded lux]
god dang it
i don’t wanna sound preach geechi
but these n*ggas ain’t keepin’ it 100 wit’ ya
it’s wack what gangstas do to be famous
you look like one of them…always wanna dance in the living room kids when yo’ mama had over the neighbors
or the folks related
you be elated to sing yo’ baby heart out to the latest
it get late then, “see you later!”
you know why you couldn’t relate then?
it’s grown folks talkin’
he need to hear this, this part important
cause you ain’t even supposed to be in the room for this conversation
you ready to go night night? it’s time for bed
yeah, said with the exclamation, points taken
my instructions structured the foundation
i laid brick now for you to come up and downplay this
king arthur’s round table
one tomb turned the lunchroom to a town banquet
it’s production
they mouth’s hangin’
you gum bumpin’, but i bumped up the sums that they now payin’

{chokes}

you gum bumpin’, but i bumped up the sums that they now payin’
as much as you think you bring to the ring, you should go in the box
cause i’ma get you squared away for these punches, i’m al haymon
owww
hey man
you ain’t gotta check it’s on deck
as wild as they think this joker is, i’ma pluck him, what’s the budget on any card, i got the trumpet, i’m miles davis
this is g*nius
but f*ck it i’ma do you foul with this language
aye, your man came to watch you do somethin’
explain then
it ain’t win, what make rent?
you in the house with lux
and my drive way (driveway) too much for you not to get whipped in front of holmes (homes)
you know what this road i paved meant (pavement)
that you can go in and tend to this doe, what’s your little game switch, huh?
your whole pitch swing and a miss, strike back
when an l.a. n*gga tried dodge your (dodger) attacks
tell ’em in the grandees they know where my pinstripes at
a real yankee back in the stadium, n*gga
i’m not gonna play wit’ him
let me make it make sense
geechi every battle witchu is the same script
gang sh*t, you ain’t changed since
it’s gettin’ dated
no wonder this mark on my calendar, it’s an occasion
pandemic it’s no different
we still watchin’ a performer get tore (tour) open, he just goin’ through the stages
and truth is you can’t stage this
i’m too courageous
in here with mama care bear, the family favorite
he think he back in the living room, with the moves then boom
watch how ya bass hit
these today’s hits
see these (cd), this (disc) change your rotation, flip ya station
this the late mix
you just dance to the music n*gga, guess who did the arrangement
orchestrated, been got the furniture movin’ puttin’ up paintings
i don’t know what they sold ya (soldier) ’bout me but i’m decorated
check the rankings
you just for ratings
ain’t that how we got here
some interview that you had my name in
after tapin’, yeah punk, your unc got you in some rah rah
that’s what 15 minutes of fame get
all mayhem, l.a. trip
i’m with the jukes, but i don’t need a group of migos to get it straightened
this a stranglin’
versus (verzuz) a n*gga who they think rap like jada, yeah it’s an entanglement
i think it’s in the braids again
what set it off is you kinda look like queen latifah
i mean you favorin’ it
then it’s you, nitty and ‘u.n.i.t.y.’
who you callin’ a b*tch?

{slight choke}

just get into that fly talk, before we get into that fly talkin’ all you see is turbulence
i don’t wanna sound like i’m jet complaining
but your man in the pressure cabin, this elevation
see where call outs get you?
i’m workin’, but off we takin’
you tankin’ n*gga, in a room full of celebrities
they gave you a shot and he’s gettin’ his cookies ate’en
look how famous aim is (amos)
the main stage is not for you to make claimin’
you think this a safe haven
but the remains king of the genre, hotel rwanda, your stay dangerous, n*gga
your stay dangerous?
and i’m stainless
in here givin’ a n*gga a window of opportunity
i’m doin’ it bad but i’ma frame it
they could’ve booked this in a hole in the wall
and guess who’s back puttin’ this pain (pane) in, n*gga
is y’all bangin’ or puttin’ bangs in?
is y’all washin’ the sets or doin’ washing sets?
somebody gotta braid it
you just another kid caught in the cross hairs, almost got faded
little peezy head f*cker you
i saw you in there with the waves and you not trainin’ n*gga
i’m just tryin’ to help him brush up
[?] here’s what you do, it’s none of my business, but i’ma wig on you all night, n*gga
in the first place, what surf say?
“i got a bad lux.”
youngin’ all that means is you couldn’t beat me on my worst day, man
it’s the loaded one, james bond golden gun
can’t touch this mc who go more hammer than odin son
you know this
just a waste of my motherf*ckin’ time, n*gga
and they cuttin’ into your mother’s f*ckin’ time n*gga

- urltv

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...