[Round 1: Jaay Boogie]
Bitch, you better not start this battle with shit about you spittin' triggers
‘Cause we all know I choke, but you fail, we’re two different niggas
And after that, niggas didn't want to listen to the rounds you had to tell
‘Cause, yeah, I failed
But I can't remember the last time a motherfucker failed
Let’s play “Swear to God”
Swear to God after that fall you wasn't on the phone trying to continue to rap on some cool shit
Swear to God after the battle, you didn't have your head down in the corner like a little bitch
Swear to God you thought the material you had against NXT was enough
Swear to God you wasn't at your car when you overheard Charron and Cali Smoov sayin' you fuckin' sucked
That whole battle against NXT, I kept hearing about how he let the nine spray
But what I saw was a bitch falling off stage, Ariana Grande
Knife out, I'm about to cut this bitch in half
You'll find his body parts in the lawn
Teddy up in the grass/Pendergrass
Put two to his bitch head, I left the scene so bloody
Then I’ll make your bitch-ass confess to the thirty, Ted Bundy
All that lyrical miracle shit you be rappin’
All that's gonna do is make this tech spark
One to the dome
Bitch, I ain’t tryin' to hear Ted talk/TED Talk
This nigga's a bitch—,
This nigga's a bitch—,
This nigga’s a bitch—,
He's a bitch, a lame, he just don't be movin' right
The Ruger nice, I pull it twice
Y'all gon' see Dinero hit the floor like I'm shootin' dice
I've been that nigga—
I've been that nigga—
I've been that nigga—
I've been that niggam since the ‘90s, dude
With this 92 I'll beat this nigga like the [?] in ‘92
You bitch nigga, I put in work all day with the stick
I'm a ditch digger, I have a degree in cosmetology,
Y'all like what that mean? I'm a wig splitter
I'm a ditch digger, I have a degree in cosmetology,
Y'all like what that mean? I'm a wig splitter
I know your type, you're type wack
Spine shot, have a hole in his spot like “I'll be right back”
I'll rob your bitch-ass
I'll rob your bitch-ass
I'll rob your bitch-ass
I'll rob your bitch-ass
And you—
I'll rob your bitch-ass
And you gon' give it up ‘cause you've never dealt with the pressure
Big .40, I'll hold it against him like a criminal record
Like a criminal record
Del Amo, bitch
[Round 1: Dinero]
“Dinero, what happened with NXT?”, they said I lost,
Tripped off the platform, at an embarrassing cost,
I learned from that, tonight I'm a floss,
Now when I get to the next stage, you won't see Dinero fall off,
To all y'all, Finesse said it's time to put in work,
I said, “cool”, then she said I got you, and I wanted to call off,
For real, y'all, I feel marginalized,
You think you can beat Dinero in your head with these marginal lies,
You think you God?; son, you say what you get on a cross, you still getting crucified,
Buy the vibe?, you hungry, stand in front of me and be a part of my appetite,
This is my resurrection; and you, little lamb, is nothing but a sacrifice,
Me? I'm nice, and you?, at least you get the right,
...or you remain silent like Miranda Rights,
What more can I say?,
...on cam this battle will kill your night on camera, ruin your day (RYD),
I'm something different, I weed out the weak like, wait, fire in the jeans,
Weight on my shoulders, anyway you look at it, no lie, the pressure on me,
Boog, this test to see if you're really cocaine or is your substance really policies,
Yes indeed, I'm a product of the product, you doper than me?,
...you produce bars that came from the cocoa beans,
Is it something I missed?, only thing I miss is conduct, see what I plant came from the cocoa leaves,
Tonight I'm on dog shit, mud on a bitch like I'm trying to crossbreed,
I watched you die in front of my eyes,
You thought you had what the consumers demand, but a round you couldn't supply,
It was all a lie, you got Dinero so wake up, open eyes,
When you sleep, in the morning the first thing he does is open eyes,
Time
[Round 2: Jaay Boogie]
I said in my first round y'all could tell the difference between us two emcees,
He wanna rap bullshit, I want to be known for the big punch (Punch) like TDE,
Bitch, I'll come to your hood, ain't shit you can tell me,
But you're buns, bitch, I'm screenshotting a selfie,
I'll kick in your door, I got the 50 and the .4 tucked,
If he's sleep, a head shot a shot of his dreams, Goldust,
I've been a threat, I spoke your death to existence, Triple X,
I gotta hold this bitch with two hands, niggas know the dessie wild,
And I got a scope on the 15 like a pedophile,
Dinero punching with Boog?, it's no hope, nigga,
For that green, you're getting put in a bag like dope, nigga,
Bang, your squad is pussy, your niggas is pussy, and I fight ‘cause I hate frauds,
You get a classic hook, that's Nate Dogg,
And that's something I'll ensure you like State Farm..., Jaay Boog, man,
Time
[Round 2: Dinero]
I have absolutely nothing to say to you, I don't even know why you're here, nigga,
You know when you're watching an award show on TV and see celebrities and then you see somebody who shouldn't be… you a seat filler,
To me you're a Miller, yeah, a beer, right?,
Y'all think he was a genuine draft, he turned out to be light,
And I say this with full discretion,
Just like a record deal, they put Dinero in front of your face to see if it's a wise investment,
Jaay Boog, you think you're beating me?, that's a dream inside a dream, Inception,
Oh, you thought this was going to be easy?, deception,
You can't midway stomach this, what you got in store is shit, large intestine,
From y'all perspective, y'all think Dinero was a weak pupil,
See, I'm focused, I (eye) made a couple adjustments,
Because of my ups and downs I've been left right for dead,
But from the way it looks it's a misdirection,
... this kid, this baby, you think…,
A concept will get this kid made, but he don't understand conception,
Time
[Round 3: Jaay Boogie]
I said I was on the block all day, serving white for the cash,
I knew jail was an option, but like a grocery store I was willing to pay a dime for a bag,
I got the tool out like I'm trying to fix something,
Cracked head, then a 54, David Ruffin,
You really think you're better than me?,
I'm the one with the handle out the window, Pistol P,
10K?, niggas rapping for 10K?; man, I'm trying to touch a meal, ain't shit handy,
Forbes list, that's my pin location, ‘cause that's where I'm landing,
I got clips loading up like the YouTube buffering,
Tool to the chest, now you and that little nigga both got something in common, y'all st…,
I'll grip the K, it was prepped before I shoot, pitch today(?), I'm a violent nigga if you push me, Hood nigga, with a noble (Nobel) piece like Tookie,
Punchlines back-to-back, this nigga ain't twice as hard,
This right fist will leave his body stiff like there's too many niggas in the car,
He thought I was gonna let this opportunity pass?,
Nino, I should have been your No. 1 pick like the NBA Draft,
I was born to be a star; nigga, can't you tell?,
I had the white with the browns like Johnny Manziel,
I'm different from all these niggas, these niggas is used to taking orders,
In my hood niggas was calling me Two-Face, I was known for flipping quarters,
Please believe me, bitch; I was known for making shit drop,
This nigga only proved he was a Savage, on TikTok,
Headshot, knock his brain matter everywhere, this bitch spread knowledge,
In my hood I was known for protecting the block, Ben Wallace,
Jaay Boog, bitch,
Start, fucking, booking, me!
[Round 3: Dinero]
I'm not your average, I'm something different,
Jaay Boog the opposition, I'm a little livid,
I'm a show y'all contentment,
But I'm a break it down, I'm really here to show y'all what content meant,
This world's in a crazy condition, COVID shut down all the business,
Jaay on a mission, but when the aspiration's to fade a nigga, it can leave you apparitions,
Ghost a nigga, .30, ghost a nigga if you don't know what I mean,
.30, let something big speak at your head, Radio Raheem,
I never been one to press the line, not PC, never been, that's why I'm minimized,
Is it in my mind?, I was on recess trying to be civilized,
Y'all called me for Boog; why?,
Y'all that low on Dinero?, I get it, it's recession time,
I'm a do you so bad but I don't want to battle you, the smoke is low-grade tear gas,
It's all facts, West Coast Elite for years, I represent,
I lost my battle with NXT and you was my punishment,
Y'all probably don't get how that sounds,
I gotta stand here and listen to three weak rounds,
This how it sounds, and I'm over..., I'm tired and over the gun bar saturation,
Instead of the ‘matic blazing, a little blade, raising,
Pick stuck in your head like you're contemplating,
Fuck, choking while I'm rapping, I don't condone…,
You want to push him because he's West Coast Elite's grown, and this home?,
I'm solid, you rock with me, so I won't be using a stepping stone,
This man's a clone…, this star you see,
Your vision towards a meteor, right? (meteorite), his destination's mediocrity,
Time
