Loaded Lux vs Charlie Clips - Loaded Lux vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Loaded Lux] Smack is you ready? Charlie is you ready, handsome? Charlie Charlie, are you real? When the make believers wanna make you a believer In a room full of dream chasers...that started chasing the dreamer Oh this gonna be nightmare I got to wake you from me bruh as fake as can be but I know you ain't gon just stand in this ring to be laying here beat up My man said, "Charlie coming to fight" sh** I would think he would need to As much flack as you got from not being in LA with them sneakers Nah he ain't gonna be slipping, well sh** I ain't gonna play with you neither In fact I'm gonna say some things, and I could really care less how you take to them either Think I'm just showing up with these Wrestlemania features Smell what I'm cooking n***a I will rock your eye looking to box the five And you ain't gotta pay Little Caesars Did y'all know he can walk amongst the tombstone Tonight home slice...and this ain't for no pizza You can say I'm a preacher, a Panther, Rich Porter A YMCA dancer, whatever they gonna laugh you entertaining I just figured in the age where trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers Don't sending a message take a certain number of characters to explain it? Like how me, myself, and I already dangerous but schizophrenic You with a Harlem hustler that will black out with the shotguns on the stages I k** you in front of Mom free of charge and then pay for your whole funeral arrangements Goddammit, you bet I'm back Chuck you the one that should've suited up for this n***a You forever slacks You could've got prepped for that, it helps to match Do it for your Vines...see where I address you at Look at grand mama bow tie I'ma go at his neck for that Bow ties, bean pies....yeah you could rebu*tal that Yeah they say you a good n***a, I fought greater All labor boss on paper you a 4th grader All you do is take a dope line or a gun bar You just reference that with a sports player, you short paper Fat boy, you couldn't get down with me with Rick Ross' trainer Just cause you got tits brah don't mean you be thinking in broad layers Come on players, it's in the talk Scratch that, it's in the walk You gotta look at how the bootleg cut If you copy that this clips a fraud, picture's off Who you are really in your bars n***a? Cause I know you for being soft, not for flipping hard Now you this n***a with attiude Just cause Trey chillin' with a cold block don't make him Cube Don't get me wrong Yeah you a boy in the hood with the job If your man deal heavy I feel worried they kick the door You tell him where the pills buried See...you not the doughboy that you think you are I'm just poking holes in him Y'all probably couldn't relate to this Besides, Hollow showed me you wouldn't be good with a business relationship Sike I lied... how you letting n***as just take your sh**? What's crazy is if I break up with people cause we didn't get along I know when to pa** the baton in this human race we in You can't tell that to a n***a without a car Just him and his T-Mobile, the minute you roll over He trying to play you like it's him They was him All the ex-producers and the managers Planning to be in my top-five Fave Friends Then they find out they ain't got drive for the long run That's when they came to Sprint but this a marathon we in The family still here, my whole pack at the thriller Lil' one, my mama, I'm riding with a backseat full of k**ers We on our way to Lennox I wish a funny a** acting n***a would make a move But you ain't never Ben Stiller Till I told my dog I can't let this cat sh** on the litter Wreck and tangle my circle of life The world is round you could k** me now How am I gonna flat leave my n***as? Even Realer Live hit my jack late He said, "yo man he just came through the hood with Goodz rambling, how you manage handle it?" I said, "chill...he just feeling you out. It's good, he panicking." This is what happens when these n***as get creatively famished and can't manage it Their mental feeds be fishing cause they ain't bred for this type of meat but you could hook up the sandwiches I mean look you got whatever advantages, could be damages Standing in your lobby I'm thinking how he put his rounds together That's a sign...that n***a outty, I've been planning this I rap circles around a body, n***a you lucky it could be bandages My youngin' tried to get the hammer in I said wow that tight time he ain't on you way off You talk that hustling sh** n***a But bacon the only strip you ate on I don't know why you call yourself Clips n***a You got your name wrong I bet the last name he drew on a n***a he had Crayons The fake n***as you gotta pray for I'm not gonna preach to him, he no disciple Just indecisive, you got a right to Question what I might do After that last one we had to fight through But here's where I break the cycle in case you feel delightful That moment that Mook hit me I got a bit more insightful I love my people but some n***as, they just ain't gonna like you You can't give your life to Malcolm read his scripture hoping he got the picture But the only one you remember is at the window with the rifle Have faith, cause you in here with the meanest n***a And we gonna need you to mean it Lately you come around but you ain't never got three this completed Everybody's DNA structure is different but he not me of the screening I'm genius...that gray hoodie Lux who lines vibe smooth Fuels with crime rules, why lose? I'm coming to win like a typhoon Fine tune, every bar with the gun...high noon In the field raising on the n***a like dry prunes [Round 1: Charlie Clips] Summer Madness 5, wow, like where do I even begin? First off, I got to salute Hollow for giving me that long scratch on the chin Making me bleed in our last fight 'cause it's exactly what I needed again 'Cause I suffer from a disease called try-to-give-a-f**ing-titis, it's a disease that makes me not eager to win Now I've been diagnosed since 2012, no nurse or no doctor would even give me a suggestion So I battled rookies and legends, hoping somebody can help me learn my lesson I play around in every battle, but nobody can k** me, how was the question But then I realized it's not a disease, it's God, and I will no longer play with my blessing Ah Beloved, you had the world, but after the Calicoe battle, it seems like you's been getting demoted How ironic, you wanted Murda and you got murdered, but I don't want to hear that you wasn't devoted 'Cause every battle rapper in this building wanted to be Lux, oh but never did Charlie, n***a you know it I tried to take a Hollow out in front of you, Smack, what makes him think Clips want to be Loaded Are you m**m or are you Christian? n***a, you've been confused since about '83 Yeah, you're right, you was Rich Porter, and then a Black Panther, and then your next battle, you're maybe me Now when you came up with that slogan "you're gon' get this work", that sent chills down my spine, that sh** was crazy, B But the work you give out don't last that long n***a, you're the temp agency You left battle rap and I held us down, but y'all quick to welcome him home without the doormat Ay, what his resume look like? He beat Miles, he beat Cal, who gives a f**? We don't condone that You lost to Mook and Hollow, O-Red got a better resume than you n***a and now we know that So it's like Fabolous spelling his name, 'cause you should be where O at I'm k**ing scrap, right now, it's a n***a paralyzed watching the pay-per-view like "oh, I'm feeling that" I conceal a gat, I don't care how much holmes improving, I put this hammer to where his ceiling at One look big and the other one sound big, that's Shyne featuring Guerilla Black Bllaa, ba, bap! Blow his socks on his head, it's looking like Chilla hat Yes, dude is back, for y'all who don't understand what I'm saying, it's Mr. Google Facts Once again, my flow's so out of this world, I advise you to go get your Google Maps I catch Lux while he running to his wife, Beloved then use the strap Make him pay before he enter the ride, this sh** an Uber app n***a, I'm super strapped, and I'll spill them all over the stage like a Smack drink Or catch him and his crew getting high, then walk in and let the gat brrrring Headshot blow his brain by his Puma, basically I don't give a f** what this cat think The cops will find his Caesar next to some dutchess, welcome to Black Ink What's up Beloved? Is you gonna shut the f** up or not? 'Cause you swore you're from Lennox, but you always act tough up the block I'm at [?] with the pump, hitting his door with a couple of shots This sh** a Puff deal, it was especially made to f** up the locks I'm in his crib looking for his n***as, 'cause I'm about to do him grimy Me and my pump just kicking it, sounding like a song from the 90s They're like "who can I run to?" Lux like "all y'all get behind me" What I want to know is how do y'all plan to escape if the leader is looking tiny? This is for all you motherf**ers that said Clips ain't nice Right now, Eddie Murphy is calling Martin like "this ain't life" Tay Roc is watching the battle like "this ain't light" And Quentin Miller is tapping Drake like "this ain't right" I tried to relax, oh but y'all don't respect me until CC bugging, you see me dumping Burners on his back, I guess his CD's buzzing Everybody getting staples, this mac got a easy bu*ton So many straps, it look like Ms. Fit and C3 f**ing What's up with you, Beloved? What are you gon' tell the crowd, Beloved? How I wasn't outside battle rapping with Tru Mills and Ice OK cool, I can't lie, 'cause of my father life, my moms kept me inside I played video games and ate some damn pie But when I did come out, I was that n***a, and I watched Rex k** you on 8th, I've seen his man fry So if you battled on the roof and the loser had to jump, either you're a** bedded or you can't die I just want to know what it is Oh you're talking to me while the crowd's going crazy, see that's your problem, you don't know how to work the heckler Stomach shot, paramedics surprised, they forgot how to work the stretcher They're like "where are we gon' take him", he said "Harlem Hospital giving beds out, that will work whatever" But the hole so big, Harlem Hospital and Presbyterian got to work together I know y'all was scared to bet on Charlie 'cause y'all ain't know what kind of Clips y'all would get today Funeral thoughts, I got a box on my mind, you think I'm kidding, play My brother want to shoot the sh** out you, but I don't really need for his fig to spray You know how many n***as I will smith by myself, this Independence Day I need to talk to you, Beloved, tell the world how you started my career, I mean go ahead and floss, n***a But it don't matter right now 'cause Smack is both of our boss, n***a So you can go ahead with all that bullsh**, I'd advise you to go and floss, n***a And we ain't seen your son since the video on BET, let me find out that you're becoming a lost n***a [Round 2: Loaded Lux] And now for my second trick You're the first battle rapper with a 360 deal, n***a, I'm not guessing this, we got references Ever since you let this hairy n***a play J.G. Wentworth, I watched when your whole worth went into a small structured settlement Eight battles for 50,000 dollars, my n***a? What are you, Mexican? No disrespect if you like hard work or some extra sh** But if you're gon' rap, then rap n***a, don't be in blogs acting like the moves you're making is so executive, I'm not impressed with it You sign major a** deals, but Goodz still got to help you and drive you to all of your press events And all he got to show for is a bottle with that brown drink Half a gallon, Goodz ain't even got a half a gallon in the tank You know I'm the only battle rapper out here breaking the bank, n***a, he don't like hearing that Nothing you kick wavy, n***a I don't even know why you're wearing that These type of n***as, they're for y'all that like that show on stars, nah, I'm into authentic power Well in the hour, you ain't got to act like 50 Cent ain't enough, so disrespect, you'll allow it How you talking principle sh**, well, I never attended Howard But as a student of the game, I know you just can't claim to be a man and not put on them trousers I watched you gun talk a n***a for three minutes straight, my n***a, bullet showers We just want to know, well where was the tec when Big Cheese kept your 750 dollars, n***a? You're starting to look like a pretty flower, n***a This video game a** n***a, who are you up here putting on for? You're a cornball We knew this n***a way before y'all Yeah you moved to 8th, n***a, but you was in the house I never seen somebody put two in a n***a's scalp just shooting off at the mouth Ay, you're right, I know what you're confused about 'Cause you did work at Presbyterian Hospital as a janitor That figures, I'm used to realigning you Smack n***as Beasley, I'm gonna get this money, don't me I got to be glad rapping with trash n***as The only thing you've ever been strapped for was cash, n***a A Harlem n***a with no bread, a Harlem n***a with no bread Big Bird, you're a featherweight, don't hesitate We're all on the conference call, Smack's trying to delegate, the match all extra safe For this pepper stake on a breakfast plate a** n***a trapped looking for his best escape I said, bet another K that your man don't show up on time, Smack But why's that? I said 'cause dead n***as always late This n***a scared, the 40 year old virgin ain't had as much pressure on a date, man This what happens when you're rapping, chasing checks at the gate Betting against a great then guessing at the debates, chess is what I play And if Couture know the game, she knows it's over once a n***a get checked in front of his mate Wait, you thought you was quite the winner But she was on BET, no you, n***a, I see who wear the pants in your cypher, sister Charlie, you're the b**h in the D, he the type of n***a that you don't type remember But shoutout to my boss b**hes wifing n***as Make sure you hit 'em with the prenup I came to fight, fat boy, sleeves up I roll up on this n***a like a [?], break his whole dance up, pop lock I want a whole tour, Couture, handsome, how long you're gonna co*kblock? It's time, Smack, why your fake shooter always worried about the shot clock? This stopwatch a** n***a, you probably rather a laptop over them backshots Your flabby bag ain't built to last, you get in, pull the trigger fast That's black a**, not black ops, you're confused, n***a You Charlie Clips, I'm fully loaded, you ain't even a trailer in my movies, snapshot Ain't no future in fronting, backdrop You're in here with the main attraction, mascot His looking a**, your looking a** wasn't even good cash up in Ash twat You spent all that time at the slots, n***a, and can never hit the jackpot Charlie Clips getting them chips again, last bet, what happened? Couture said he lost the rent again When the gambling man shook up, that's usually when he surpa** the dice You sat for like two years without a match to fight, was you in you in I could care less if Cam gave you cash for flights, unless you have the lights n***a, you could've been Channing Tatum in flashy tights Your career wouldn't take off if you was Magic Mike, n***a Oh this is an embarra**ing night Look at your savior, up here getting your a** beat, n***a Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach it n***a Work, n***a [Round 2: Charlie Clips] One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish Knick knack patty whack, give a dog a bone Two thousand, double zero, party oops, out of time My bacon is smelling fine Every time you talk, that's what we hear, we got a m**m that eat pork Allah, the end is near, what how I break this n***a down for half a round and won't even let the tec spark If y'all saw my battle against Jones, well sh**, y'all notice the round where I stretch marks Do you know I actually tie my shoe in a perfect knot so the world wouldn't see my sneaker sliding And I took a trip to Africa, dug deep in the earth's surface but couldn't reap a diamond But oh he wasn't being honest, and Beasley, Smack is not that good at keeping timing I know you want him to keep the rhyming to be the giant, but this the part tonight where David will have to beat Goliath Ay listen, Beloved, I'm going back to my Lion Den days, the days that made me a beast Where you watched me break the Roc apart, felt like a Dame, Chris, maybe a Neef Oh they was calling you Jay-Z, unique, but you went from Jay-Z to Bleek in maybe a week Ironic how two back-to-back losses turned you from a Drake to a Meek I saw you on Total Slaughter, it was total slaughter though, oh that wasn't a way to compete Mook smoked through a foot, but you were the one tasting defeat The way you got your a** whooped, you should've sued Eminem, Shady at least Oh you got a lot of money, that's the beauty, but not what make you a beast See, you turned into a money who*e, Beloved I could see you on the phone with Beasley now like "oh, I'ma do this for the public Oh Beasley, put me and the boy, in the ring with the boy, Clips, oh, they're gon' love it Oh, but I need to know what's in the budget, 30,000? ah, that's just a nugget You know your boy Loaded need to eat, I'ma need more chickens just like a bucket Oh I'm doing this sh** for the love, I ain't doing this for the vulture I'm doing this for me, this thing is for the culture" Mmm oh my god, stop f**ing lying "Oh no, I'm serious, like I do this for my n***as up north full of that jack mack that's doing it big For the little ones in Africa with the flies wrapped around their wrist I'm doing this for all you people that can't get in the crib I'm doing this all for the kids and that's the way that it is" Mmm oh my god, stop f**ing lying You battle rap for the money, Beloved, but just keep it a hundred, that's why this n***a slipping You think we're in the same field financially? Okay y'all, this n***a tripping n***a listen, I know we're black brothers, both successful, but I'm on a bigger mission Roy Rogers and Popeyes, our skin may look the same, but the chicken different Do y'all remember when I turned to Shang Tsung at NOME 5, and the crowd went crazy, and it even left Hollow a little rattled? We'll I'm back with the same powers, but now I got one when I can turn into n***as that I ain't even battle Another 5'9" n***a with a d**h wish Baking his egg with this toast from the side, who want breakfast? I slide up on him, three guns, f** a dead kick Everything used on sight, that's Craigslist My b**h will chase him down with them pumps, I guess she desperate Y'all came to see Clips get Loaded, I guess that's Netflix I still pull that piece like Jenga, let that tec spit And put his block back in their place, oh now that's Tetris You know what's up with me, Beloved? If you think this battle's anything close and you're watching this, you must be out your motherf**ing mind I'm a psycho, I ain't even got it all in my motherf**ing mind I'll run up in your mother's crib with a knife, like f** a motherf**ing nine Put the sh** to her wrist and cut through your motherf**ing time I dare these n***as to try to celebrate after this, that's when we crash the party He gon' be crying "oh beloved need another shot, I want a rematch with Charlie" Well I'll tell you what, if you survive the pump and it don't detach your body I go in the arsenal again and make you rematch the shotty [Round 3: Loaded Lux] We're coming down to the wire How you help to solve over 30 homicides and ain't take not one n***a down with a wire? I see where you get your talk game from Apparently, everybody and your mother know your pops went out like a s**er, n***a At least we agree, we aren't deceived Fans, y'all know I'll probably pick at this issue, that wasn't hard to achieve But bet I do it better than every artist you've seen As smart as he seem, to think to cut off that part of the ring We just gon' share that half a square while we wait here and park up the scene 'Cause this the spot, n***a where Rex popped off and ain't accomplish a thing I'm taking shots, but I'ma stop at every bar in between What Hey Arnold got to Schwarzenegger strong arm a machine Pull up short when I come out the rock like Arthur the King You're 'bout to pop, I hope you read every comment they leave For every man your mother picked to be a father to breed We know about Nut, your little brother Jiggy Josh is a seed Let's give it up, see this is what the audience need 'Cause y'all be stuck, see y'all don't know what Charles to believe But I know Chuck, the one who wears his heart on his sleeves That sh** was rough, I'm watching you and Hollow, how low you're depicting Harlem on screen You disenfranch then whispering like y'all was a team and that was a part of the scheme I watched you air out a n***a dirty laundry to make sure it get cleaned That's the same thing your pops when he got indicted tried, talking like he fighting crime Agreement got ripped up when he tried to tell them "sike, I lied" But that's why he got life inside, pardon my steam But dad making us look bad, I can't honor that, king I don't know about grandpops, but I know it starts with the genes And DNA got me wishing we could lift your Lennox apartment to Queens But wait, that's still New York, but all that means is that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree You and your punk a** daddy a couple of chatty patties, acting catty, "meow" Math was swinging, you was standing there playing catty I thought you was a k**er, Charles, Lee Ray I thought Chucky wasn't no joke, he just thinks he Deray You might be a DJ the way you turn on n***as in the jam you're with You switched on Cor and Chambers after you let their man get whipped Damn it Clips, I know comedians don't do candid scripts And you're a funny a** acting n***a too, but that one don't stand up sh**, n***a That ain't hard to miss, that's just Charlie Clips The two-faced a** n***a who got the dimples with the Harvey dent He get it from his mom and them, 'cause you know pops didn't raise him, you know She was the gangster on the front line foot first, this could hurt, it look worse Let's go back in store, she remember Woolworth Jesus was a carpenter, and right now, this is where he get to coming out the woodworks n***a, you're 'bout to get this good work I say look, this ain't even a side bar, his mother was a side chick Tell Lisa Ree we could read the lease was up on the fine print, but she needed someone to provide rent But why every guy she went to moved around blow? I'll tell you 'Cause at the time she was chasing that paper, it wasn't to put food in any mouths, so You might be thinking out loud "ho", now I know his mother, she proud folk But money was rolling through that number holding, she was in about to lose count so After your daddy, she got with your little brother daddy, and they got wild close And P Nut was up 'til the people picked him up, and you know, things change when trial close, and the smiles go I don't know, coke or they found dope But he wasn't on track, started running his lips, putting names in laps, then smack right into a milestone The whole town know, even if the crowd don't, that n***a P Nut told on Alpo But look how it come around though It's no wonder why in your raps, you're always mentioning the trap, n***a 'Cause your mother was in to the corner chasing cheese and ended up with some rats, n***a That's a Snapple top fact The nerve of a n***a, get a bunch of lies from n***as and try to make it work I got 16 rats, and I'll give you half of that if you can provide me with paperwork That's what you said, right? I figured that was a ploy to find out where the paper work is Which would've been smart, 'cause you know, you don't want that to maybe resurface What happens when rehearsing being dangerous ain't working could lead to hearsing? See what happens when n***as rapping get caught faking in their verses? They say you was nervous, I heard when they contacted you to pay it, he was play like he ain't had a paper to purchase So let me find out, my n***a, you ain't had a paper to purchase? Don't mind that, what happened? Either it is or it ain't that, n***a say that So you don't mind that I brought my homie Fade back? I figured you could come and give him his eight stacks in person, n***a Don't act like you ain't got the money neither, n***a I know what we made off our purchase Get that sh** out here Let that n***a know what's happening, this is street justice and I could prove it I want to send a special shout out to Ferris, my man BD, the big homie Lou Sims And the rest of those that was on that same case that never told, true friends I'm on the phone with Ferris, we rapping, he like "man, if I would only knew then But here's this new den number, 2 8 7 0 0 dash 0 5 4" That's Leon in a Tucson federal prison If you're listening, tell them what you're viewing, how his son said "I ain't seen my pops in over 20 years" But that's 'cause the last east coast prison he was in, he got his face blew in What you're doing, n***a, using his life for street credibility Did they open faces and I didn't want to open cases, n***a that ain't you, and you do it only when it benefits him The other times when he rhymes about that sh**, he's playing solely the victim I know you convinced him, but I came to expose your wisdom, n***a I got a cousin doing 25 years to life for murder, a daddy who sell dope for a living But that's those their commitments, what has that got to do with me? I sold my weed, I fought all of my own fights, up moved some coke I pitched in, that's just it Conscious brother, street n***a, I've been in both positions to know the difference Enough of holmes who's listening To my storyline, I don't glorify, I report it wise, told the ending [Round 3: Charlie Clips] They want me to talk about my pops' case again? Have you told Calicoe when you battled him that he ain't have half the batter? Last time I told Rex, my moms was the gangster in my family, so the sh** about my pops don't really matter See, the problem is he f**s up y'all mind Yo on some G sh**, I've never been a b**h n***a, all my raps, I'ma get through Y'all want to call my pops a rat? your pops is a snitch, too You b**h a** n***a, and you know what, I ain't lying sh**, I even keep it a hundred Your father snitched but he told a psychiatrist Oh, you didn't know that was going on, but you got a n***a in your section that's flowing strong Tell that n***a shut the f** up when I'm rapping if he don't know what's going on What happened? My father is the snitch? Why I'm not the one that's looking mad? These n***as double team me for what, just to come up here and talk about my dad? You p**y, these n***as rob Mook for his coat, not you, that's what make me mad Look at this n***a acting like a f*g, if it ain't true, tell them why he met him talking about his dad? You know what's funny about this though, I'ma tell you the rest His father is a snitch too At the end of the day, I've never been jumped, I've never been punched in my face or robbed He talking about my father, now y'all want to say boo and scream f** Clips? Oh I see what's going on, a bunch of y'all is loaded on Lux dick, but we gon' get to the rest of this sh** My moms and my grandmother was the gangsters of the family, so I just want y'all to imagine that That was a great round you did, but exposing something about my pops is not battle rap But this is A certain battle rapper called my phone and said "we should double team Lux" and I laughed like "n***a, say word" Now y'all know I'm predictable, right? So guess which battle rapper it was? The n***a Aye Verb The n***a Verb called my phone and said "what's up, Charlie? I heard you're going against Lux, so I'ma need you to be lyrical Borrow my Showtime, bring three rounds if you can, I don't want you on stage looking pitiful Read the Bible a hundred times, 'cause that boy known to get biblical" And I'm looking at the phone the whole time like "n***a, what you forgot what I did to you?" This is true story Every time I take a battle serious, my opponent dies, come back to life and then they try again It's like I'm Ghost Rider, Smack the devil, he raised their soul, I make 'em fry again You Lux in the spiritual and you Rex in the spiritual, well it's time to die again Kylie Jenner, close your eyes, 'cause I'ma expose this gay tiger in this lion's den That's the name of your league, right n***a? Your baby moms fronted you the money, you was broke, ain't have a set price You was on a low carb diet, no wonder you ain't have your bread right Ironic you're on URL bragging, but your league couldn't afford a website You wasn't even gonna drop my footage, I would've never came out if it wasn't for Head Ice But I can't salute Ice just yet, that's my homie but that n***a there is deceiving They both on 8th, I mean they're liars, that's why nobody believe 'em But why are you coming at Ice for? 'Cause he dissed me in the interview for no reason So why show Wolf love if love left the Wolves for Cleveland Charlie Clips being p**y? C'mon y'all, imagine that You broke down my father past, but what the f** does that got to do with battle rap? You know what, let me get back to this, 'cause truth be told, I still f** with Ice He set Lux up for me like "k** 'em Beloved, you're too f**ing nice" You wore that Money Mitch outfit against Mook, at first, I was confused, it had me f**ing tight But now I remembered in Paid In Full, Money Mitch was set up by Uncle Ice You see how God put this together, Beloved, 'cause ever since Lion's Den, you done prepared like you ain't hear the kid Your side b**h pregnant, your wifey home, translation, that means you fear the kid You watched me try angles on Roc, that's a pyramid You slept on me and woke up in a funeral, we're in Phara crib Hollow broke this n***a's style down, I can't lie, the n***a Mook amaze me They both broke down how you say a bunch of nothing, but y'all be going super crazy It's like the building look good on the outside, but the inside is nasty because the [?] lazy Russell Wilson, let's say I see errors in your future, baby And I'ma break one down for y'all, 'cause the n***a AZ got a song featuring Nas And the song is called "Everything Is Everything", and what do y'all know to my surprise The n***a Nas said a line, he said "d**h before dishonor, that's something we should practice And don't play with love 'cause love is evil spelled backwards" Wait a goddamn minute, Beloved, you turn love into live and incorporated that in your schemes So they can scream you went to sleep listening to Nas, woke up and stole his dream? You got a picture with AZ on your Instagram, be a fan, not a fiend Look at me king, stop stealing all your best lyrics from out of Queens This is exactly what I mean, "is it evil to live backwards", I don't know but that sh** was flame, my n***a Belove, live, life back-, that sh** is all the same, my n***a You want to go backwards? I got y'all No lie Hitman, I remember them cold nights that I was blessed Thinking about putting these two deserts in his mouth 'cause I was stressed I said I want to show him where this beretta is, peep how I dog God and his relatives Putting them in Hell in the same place that the devil lived For anybody in the crowd that go to church, I apologize for saying the word "devil" But no matter how you flip the sh**, this n***a is not on my level I ain't nothing backwards about Charlie, especially the way that I grip up He's my student, and I got to help my pupils when they slip up I got the mind of a Martin Luther, look at me king, you should be proud of me And I shall overcome on your girl lips while she's mouthing me I had a dream that all these people in the front row was coming out for me And how ironic, they're watching me lose my mind from the balcony