Lyrics
This kids garbage, underdeveloped crops for the harvest/
but ima pull this herb card, like he was a botanist/
is ya hairline receding or retreating/
or are you sad, are you pleadin or you greivin//4
cuz either way you leavin, you aint competition/
this aint a bar race, so you got no shot at winnin/
an you be talkin bout ya bitches, I don’t suppose/
you get digits, lookin like I m weasel wit cornrows//8
come on dawg ya flow is choppy/
hope you like riddles, cuz blades a make puzzles out ya body/
1000 pieces from the shotty/
murdaland, but he aint from the city, so he aint fuckin wit me, ya feel me//12
so quit thinking you cool/
the only thing you poppin make the boys chase you after school//
its only round 1 so ima take it easy/
its since its round 1, you know ill take this easy//16
tony b some bullshit, he’s wack an he harmless/
I spit venom to melt ya skin, have you lookin like carnage/
An I aint seen him in my city like lookin for sonic’s/
Its probly cuz this kid is as fly as an ostrich//20
Ahh shit, ya sick there makin me nauseous/
An I spit yeah, but ya pics here is makin me vomit/
An i know shyt seem bleek/
cuz in the spur of the moment, this round is ya finals, you beat in a clean sweep//24
