[Round: Yung Griz]
Why do your eyes get so big when you start choking?
Some of the funniest shit I done seen
Let them eyes get big tonight and we gon’ roast you tomorrow little nigga
That’s the Clutch meme
There’s nothing you can do with me
Think puberty how this gon’ go, youngin’
‘Cause I’m at the Wash, in your face, extra
This some new shit you ‘bout to go through but you gon’ grow from it
Y’all know how he spells his name?
Right, I’m ‘bout to show why this is not where I am supposed to be,
They told me take it easy on little Saynt
But, hey, y’all know it’s me, I don’t know how to play
S.O. still told mе to run it, sounds like she’s coaching me
Nigga known for gеtting smoked now you can go with me, how?Click-click, still think you can go with me now?
This my rosary pound
‘Cause y’all gon’ have to pray for Saynt while I’m holding these rounds
I gotta get you, before they get me
You saw how I did Billy Boondocks, Saynt?
Well them white boys are still shooting
And I’m ‘bout to “Billy Boondocks” Saynt
Let a bullet go stray, he won’t get away if I miss it
‘Cause he knows there’s a second coming, I’m an Adventist
I wet him up and give his soul new life, now I’m a Baptist
They got to light candles for Saynt, now I’m a Catholic
I’m killing Saynt
So Lord forgive how I handle his death, I’m ‘bout to sin bad
What’s in my jean he ain’t see but he knows it’s the truth
That’s the Mandela Effect
Them little punches may hurt them others
I’m not the type a man they’ll effect
This how I’m pro-Black, for the crowds
Now it’s a Mandela event
Now let me vent
I ain’t want to write no gun bars when I accepted you
‘Cause I got a five year old and killing another kid wouldn’t be ethical
And then they told me you was, like, 21
Okay, before I get super mad
And we got everybody here paying attention let’s do the math
When you battled Link, we was like, “yo, kid is spazzing on bro”
That was late 2015, so like a year-and-a-half ago
So you was like eighteen or nineteen years old
And that’s the shit that’s so uncool
‘Cause where I’m from at eighteen you get smacked for the same shit the grownups do
See a pass, a pass, for being a little nigga? You won’t get it here
Get it clear, you’re an adult with no bass in his voice that can’t grow a beard
You’re fucking weird
And stop riding Krack City’s dick, you fucking queer
You love Beazt so much a singing candle and tea cup followed you here
Ayy, where’s Bar Code at, and what you told Yak?
I let it open up different every time like the Simpsons
Y’all heard fire, I heard typical kid shit
I’m grown, my aim better when my grip is consistent
I’ll let a couple point at kid’s top like Bart
That was dumb clever
‘Cause no matter how many years go by
We gon’ treat this yellow nigga young forever
You old still living at the crib ‘cause your parents won’t kick your ass out
You old “I’m gon’ get my own spot, I’m just saving up my cash now”
I’ll pull something little with a ladder
Look like Saynt sneaking out the damn house
Then let it pop, on his head like, “nigga, go take this trash out”
For trying to lash out I’ll do you bad, brother
On Jesus I’m cooking food
It puts Saynt on his ass, that’s the Last Supper
You get the picture, right?
I’m old-school, me and my crew? Straight savage
Clip with the duct tape so they quick to switch and stay clapping
These rounds straight from the tape, that’s Saynt rapping
Let’s talk about it,
’Cause you knew it would get you
You ain’t slick, we all peeped
And you knew it would hit you
We all know you put a beat
When you lift up your pencil
We just want to know
When you gonna use a new instrumental?
It’s the same shit, lame shit, cadence with some light movement
I pull up silent, no words and start firing, I’m on-site shooting
All you heard is boom-boom-clap
Saynt’ll probably die trying to write to it
Don’t try to hide, stupid
‘Cause I’m a beast with them inside jokes, my friend
I put a gun in his throat then pull him out in a yoke from the spot bro in
I guess y’all ain’t catch it
Guess you had to be there to know then
I told them you gon’ come up out of there, Saynt
And then talk [?] again (That was for y’all)
I blame Alkatraz
You got him feeling like God’s gift when he raps
Him and the rest of these L.A. Battlegroundz niggas
And you deserve an ass whoppin’ for that
Your name is Alkatraz, that’s bars for life
When you start gassing the worst niggas
They used to go to San Quintin for that
I wish you would have a bar about my name being Woodson, dude
‘Cause I think Armando’s your pops
So you’re a Wood son, too
Watch your mouth, ‘cause if them lips get to bumpin’
You’re getting K.O.’d next like them little niggas you’re duckin’
This shit is nothing
I hate that y’all thought he could hang with me
The ass-whoopin’ gon’ be a masterpiece
I will casually beat this nigga half asleep
Put the paws on Saynt, that’s a Catholic priest
Bar after bar
I’m chalking you like that
In your grill
I’m gon’ bark on you like that
You better not lose
S.O. can’t market you like that
Your turn
Don’t let me talk to you like that
Griz
[Round: Saynt]
I came to this battle dusty as shit
‘Cause every motherfuckin’ battle you come dusty as shit
Bruh is a bitch
And if I get to cuttin’ his shit he in rare form
Both limbs
I’m just taking my right to bear arms,
Y’all scared for him ‘cause the shit that I blew turn him red
Back shots, he turn up as a turnip but just turn up dead
Turn his head
Now he’s sleep, taking a bear nap
Stomped out
Chin-check by the feet, ‘cause we don’t air MACs
I got three minutes just to get a bear wrapped
I brought one sharp round
Griz fell into my bear trap
I ain’t them other niggas, my nigga
You got a Saynt today
Two niggas, two choppas
Both with some things to say
That’s two K’s smoking like Wiz rolling a paper plane
Black and yellow suit
Your shit’s finna be tailor made, nigga
You’re facing Saynt, nigga
You know you gon’ need everything
B and E, break in his crib and seize everything
Deuce-deuce, Goldilocks
If he smell a thing
This little bitch I snuck in the crib’ll eat everything
This nigga trash
Y’all ain’t have no one to tell that nigga?
If he dead then a motherfucka failed that nigga
Tell that nigga that if I want to kill that nigga
I’ll put an O in Yung Griz
I’m a spell-check niggas
On God
The smart niggas, shit, I can’t find none of them
Puddle of blood
He can’t spell, now it’s red line under him
Now I’m done with him
Lay his homie out, now he running
‘Cause to scare off a bear you leave a body stretched in front of him
See I can punch with him or let the cal eat him like steak
Just blaze him or let the .40 beat him like Drake
Nah, I can’t hold back
Fo’ clap get your skull cracked
No cheese? Eat the whole MAC
With Bernie is where his soul at
Still ain’t got the cheese?
Fuckin’ no mac, but the flow back
Just to show that I’m serious
That math ain’t right then I’m a dose that, nigga
It’s not Dose, it’s N.E.S., so the plot gets thicker
‘Cause if this cartridge start talking, that’s my contradiction
Why is that? ‘Cause I’m using the piece for all these violent acts
The last nigga couldn’t even sleep me, he an insomniac
If Michael mad, fuck it, I’m going for my chrome
Now he hot and there’s holes all on him, he Mike Jones
This nigga’s dead
Feeling like he ate a hundred-shell clip
A hundred bucks to his chest, boy
That’s money well spent
