[Verse 1: Skillz]
First off who the fuck wanna fuck with Skillz
I loogie spit on the track and n***as swear i'm ill
But I gotta leave a mess with a major spill
And n***as all leave me checks like a major bill its skills
It's kinda old so you probably never heard this beat
And I ain't O.T.A. so yo, you probably never heard of me
Should I even join I swear the thought alone's absurd to me
But I don't wanna turn a trap house into a murder scene
We not the same i'm busting lead your'e busting pell's
And if you come out to my hood i'm bussin' rocks you're bussin' shells
I've been on some sinning shit yo, i'm bound to go to hell
And i've been on some killing shit yo, i'm bound to go to jail
And I might why because I fucked up the motion
They left bodies in the creek and I left mine's up in the ocean
And he sank this to the ground but I left my bodies floatin'
With they're legs half off and they're face hella swollen damn
And I know a n***a say it all the time
That I really hope I make it cause I really love to rhyme
And i'm not triple H but hey, i'm only in my prime
And i'm gonna rise and shine before the age 29
Because i'm living in the jungle where that shit is full of apes
On my shit, suck my dick, banana clips 'fore you reach my grapes, ho
Trynna act tough till you break, ho
I fuck for free but you pay hoes
I'm heavy duty you're play-doh
And you saving these hoes wear your cape ho, n***a
Man they think it's nice how we on our skills
Born by the gun raised by the hill
N***as want bodies they know i'll kill
Spit on the track and they know i'm ill
Taking this dub and you know that I will
Eating these n***as no popping a pill
Tell on the cops and i'm coppin' the steel
Cleaning you up put the mop in your grill
And my team is hungry we taking the meal
I'm on 150k from selling and dealing
It's back to the hood fuck a house on the hill
Wait, time out I think I should take that back
Cause who the fuck wanna go straight back to the trap
I want a big house with a plane right in the back
A bitch ass so fat, Nicki massive, a 10
Because all I do is eat shit and think about success
All you do is sneak weed and party when the sun sets
You see the difference my n***a we're really different
You're society's pet and I just never payed attention
Yea, I keep it to myself
Yea, I always mind my business
Never mention all the ass that you be kissing and be sniffing n***a
But i'm a writer, probably good as George Orwell
And if you ain't got connects then it's like "oh well"
I'm trynna make it big my stands is full of Nobels
And get the paper, double that i'm eating good, so swell
I'm trynna get my carter on but it's a hard knock life
And if I don't reach fame i'll be scarred for life
Cause i'm a hatchet just surrounded by these pocket knives
I carry hatchets plus my style is just like [?]
So hey you get the fuck out my head
We all got different pens so why you stealing my lead, pussy
And i'm a writer yea you heard what I said
We all got different sheets so how you making my bed, n***a
But heres some good music for your earlobes
A little rap music, "Oh he been dope"
A little bit of Wu-Tang mixed with some Wale and some J. Cole
The rap games dead I think you n***as need a hero
But this is for the day that pac died
He said he's coming back but n***a that was a fat lie
And so you bump Wayne cause you think hes the new guy
I could go pound for pound, blow for blow with some punch lines
Sad to break your heart it's sad to say but he can't rhyme
It's a rap game you ought to take his ass to the back line
Tried to make it to the top but he's racing at sad times
Cause I slapped his ass down cause he know that he can't climb, nothing
This is for those who want the rap game right
I say you volunteer Skillz i'll make the rap game tight
You looking at his flows like "What he do besides write?"
You see i'm looking at your flows like "What you do besides bite" n***a, nothing
Life is one super sized hype
I gotta fuck the world with my super sized pipe
I'll walk up on the stage it's like I suicide mic.s
And have 'em bobbing their head to something stupid I write, and they like
I said you goddamn right they like that
A n***a with some punchlines i'll hit you with the right jab
You ain't my bro i'll fuck your ho, damn right we gon' strike that
If n***as sending dis shots just know we'll send 'em right back, boy
That D.E. with a lot of rounds
Call it cat daddy cause it's sure to bring your body down
My lil handgun will have you dancing like Bobby Brown
A n***a make cake so i'm sure to gain a lot of pounds
I'm from the X but it's not the boogie side of town
No matter place, we shoot the person with the thing, you feel me now
Shoutout to Maverick yea Project Sound we hold the crown
If you don't like that then pussy n***a you could hold it down (x2) (GANG!)