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Told young that I would burn you,but nah ima incinerate
I didnt reply but that dont mean that you can insinuate
That you beat me,a winner is what you imitate
You beating me is like a plane landing on the interstate
Not gonna happen come on son you cant defeat me
Young is twice as good as you and he aint beat me
You're no match for this ghetto intellectual
I can dumb out on you but my intelligence is perpetual
You spit rainbow bars,your tongue must be homosexual
Fire flame,fire,fire flame spitta
Im torchin' everything,might wanna hide yo name n***a
Cuz i'll burn yo soul,and heat yo name up
You playing games,but ima beast and ima eat yo game up
This is a lyrical assassination,no chance for adaptation
The only thing you're dishing out is admiration
Ima stop right here,wont go no further
Every time I rhyme against you,I murder
i know im young im about blow yo mind with young fresh styles
ain't going down for that 50
I'm not trying to take that 50
But I ain't gone lie bruh
Some boys is way, way too ugly boy
Somebody gonna have to go to sleep bruh
Keep ******** with chris
young chris aient dead
I promise that
Somebody gonna have to got to sleep little bruh
I'm a one man army, we fo' sho' chippin
My new pistol from Texas, wood-grain gripping
And I'm no hit-man, got tunnel vision
Man I sleep with a seven sense
My seven sense get the ******** out cause niggas playing
Ride 'round fifteen rounds leave a body laying
I was facing yo mommy, this ain't just rap
So every day I smoke one and I sit in a chair
I got far as hell, no fear
I drop a tear, fire in my eyesight
The reason I'm still alive because my rhymes tight
all chris do is be wining all you do is be loseing tell chris that he know his wining oj aka chris be wining
grew up too fast, I'm just a baby
Now a n***a riding planes where s**t be crazy
Off top I'm poppin' pills like it's February
You a stupid b***h
i was born februay aka february og or call me oj
Turn the lights on, shotgun with the switch on
Shotgun pump, kick back leave ya wrist numb
Bra think he bad till he see that 4-4 c**k, silencer on the tip so it poke him like a flu shot
n igga your gay homosexual aka your fagg a** sexual
n igga dont say Fire flame or its about water flame dumb a** boi dont come here with that s**t !
The 40 cal's in the stash, and when I touch I blast
Televison's in the dash, suede roof in the coupe
I'm the one n***a, young niggaz knew it's the truth
And the dumb niggaz I ain't done provin' it to
It's been a long time since you seen a n***a like me
In a pair of Gucci sneakers, jeans and a white tee
aka oj with his mj
Ay I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about
yeah I'm strapped now p***y n***a this ain't just word of mouth
for niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo a** some hotter s**t to talk about
the goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about
fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
But that's nothing, everybody say they gotta story
Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury lame
n igga i end you n igga im banned you n igga y
It ain't no stoppin young Josey
Box all the nosey'
44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
n igga you done or els we about break da roof done
n igga you end me nah im just playin!
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