Mo Mo (Producer) - WAISAL'S Got Talent (LCS Diss at the end) lyrics

Look me up on rap genius You know I ain't a cheater Cos I've spitting that fire from Pre K To a senior I'm not a rap God I'm a rhyme freak I don't play COD But lost count of my k** streak Digital bars I typed it up Shoutout to Squad We pipe it up You feel them flames You turning up I heard a lot of people hate Cos I read off of my computer But welcome to the rap court I'm the prosecutor I got that deductive reasoning What Im cooking need no seasoning All I need is three points in a hurry Oh wait up, gotta call Mr.Curry My bars so tight They be breaking bones I be getting so rich Giving out free loans I don't need no press Cos my rhymes are valid Got the key to success Call me DJ Khaled Chemical bars But I ain't breaking bad Reach for the stars Call it space dab I'm going back to back I split the track I stack the rack And I'm out like Barrack You LCS boys You lack intelligence How you gon win When you getting beat By a 10 point difference 5-0 baby