Here it goes, yo:

I ain’t come here to gloat, ‘bout you bein’ broke/
It’s your turn to rap, you betta not choke/
But then again, for you, nigga, that might be hard/
Your rap sounds like crap, you fuckin’ look like you got SARs/
When you start to stifle, that shit begins to feed/
You get addicted, like a little kid on weed/
Don’t be deceived, your shit gets niggas movin’/
Yea, that’s true, but to the fuckin’ exits where they groovin’/
When I come up, there be categories just for me/
Soon every nigga around town will know who I be/
You’ll never surpass me, wit the career you got/
Hey, over here, nigga, I think you missed a spot/


Lemme kno wat u guys think.