Just like R Kelly I need to remind this cat that Trix aren’t for kids//
How can this 14 yr old be a gangsta his mom still has to clean his underwear skids//
Your rhymes couldn’t be eleveated even if you wrote them from the Good Year Blimp//
My lines must be sick because this kid just went hard from limp//
These lines leave you seeing death like you were on an electric chair//
I’d tell you the truth about Santa but it would probably leave you in a state of despair//*only 14
How can you consider yourself a baller when your balls haven’t even dropped//
My lyrics will leave you stopped and just like a fly ball I’m going to leave this cat popped//
This battle is in the bag like I was wearing “And 1” brand//* A Win for me
I mean how am I supposed to be scared this kid still believes in neverland//

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