[verse 1: Dev the Follower]
If you think you're better than me than you should have said so/
I don't think you are, come on prove yourself, lets go/
Hop on stage, battle for a battle, win at the get go/
I get the cash flow, and you get the bread slow/
After stage, I will put you in the cage, bro/
Then I will walk away with your girl like, “Hey, hoe” /
No prostitution, this is not what I paid for/
Put you in the chains, shackled ankles and the same clothes/
I am the finisher and you are the visitor/
You are the main course with a side of vinegar/
Dump you in the ocean for the sharks, with a canister/
If you didn't s**, then you wouldn't feel so insecure/
That's what I gotta say/
Blistex on your lips for all the BS that you say/
I have a golden voice; you can call me Charlemagne/
And I'm a philosophical genius; you can call me Socrates/
Back to attack, please wipe off all your blemish/
I can't roast a prick who looks like he's been finished/
I'm a menace with no grimace, this is not a gimmick/
I'mma throwing you on your head like I'mma take you back to 7 minutes/
Yo, Young Branning k** it man/
TU Records got you on the right course; the right plan/
Clever on the puff beat; Mary take to write land/
If you keep on grinding, you'll get so much shine; you're sick of tan/
And that's what I got/
Want a feature? Probably not/
Not worthy enough to be with me and share the pot/
Think you're up to par? Not gonna get it, scared or not/