aight.. look

im sick of yall chumps talking shit/ actin like yall serius but ya beef aint legit
you sayn ya name gunz /well i got clips/and ya punch lines are blanks well mines are hollow tips/ every day im here my legacy grows/ cuz im loadin up them shells while you messin wit hoes/ lifes a card game and homie i wont fold/ ya see i came up from nothing livin in the ghetto/ blazin nuggets at 15 you could call me carmelo/ but see you aint on my level / cuz you never broke bread at the same table as god and the devil/ i go hard like metal but it aint nothing special/ im still a soldier but i just took it up a few levels/ now they call me the general / but it aint nothing fancy but check my history i got more war stories than clancy/ and we all love to get high but if you get outa line i got bullets that spread like bird wings when they fly/ so if you think you got heat cmon shaq it up/ but you a prude bitch cuz you afraid to back it up/ and i got money like my dick long and stacked up/ and this aint just to you gunz this is to anybody/ who thinks they can body crime spittin on the mic / cant you see that this industry is facing defeat/ when they come up against me and the rest of B.L.C/ thats trouble and shizz B auto rizz & young p/and you dont want me to be the reason for ya last breath so take ya chances walkin cuz theyll be ya last steps////...!!!!!

( thats to anybody who thinks they can beat me in a freestyle battle just cmon wit the call outs and ill show you how to spit on a mic)