Yo Young Gunnah, go get yourself a new burner/
Or move to Mount Vernon, Cause ma shots will burn ya/
Cause You couldn't flow pure even if you drank out of Berta/
You beatin' me is unhearda, like a Nun committin' murda/
And the only way your spittin' heat at me is threw 'talking' man/
So stop the walkman and start walkin' man/
Cause most of your rhymes comes from another rapper/
Like little kids who can't rap without their father/
Plus I fire shots so accurate they call me "Acura"/
Without the Honda label in front/
Cause bitches like you sit on the tabel and front/
I lack fear cause I'm able to confront/
And I ain't the truth cause I lie with my right hand raised/
Repitwa got me battlin' little kids cause his right hand man isn't raised/