my goodness...
how lame will people get these days tryin to bang with the best...
so my response is a shotty to put to your body and chest...
you couldn't hang if I were to help you out and get you a noose...
when i'm don'e with cowards like you, they ask for a truce...
but none givin, good riddance, my nerves are pushed farther...
if you had 4 ghostwriters with deals, i'd still be bangin harder...
if this were a game, i'd be a starter while you'd chill on the side...
you can't lyricly coincide, however hard you tried, you can't ride...
step aside or else you'll end up like Pac, in the ground...
you were wrong if you ever thought you were safe and sound....
to back down would be more like you; i'll alwayz be servin...
i'll be the one to put you in a casket in church with a sermon...

i'm hotness, you can't stop this, or top this, rock this, or come close...i'll break your nose, at your shows, shoot at you hoes, till you a ghost...
i'll post up like b-ball and end your career...
you can steer away, but recognize the end is here