Wins in the bag for me man,so plz quit sweatin-about-it/
Loss is locked,like a car next to the parkway, u aint gettin-out-of-it/

Im runnin the game, ya style needs a ramp cousin/
Ya rap name should be buddy lee, cuz nigga u cant bust em/

I get amped crush em, throwin myself like im boxin men/
I always win, cus gibb can’t touch or see me like oxygen/

Ur style still hasnt Grown, shit It was Wack Since Forever/
U couldnt be sick If ya verse was Stuck in the Rain & Literally Under the Weather!/

Your “past tense”, like “car parts” son your “tired and exhausted”/
battled the man you admired-and-you-lost-it/