Call in ya people
I punch a dick face like sparring with regal
targets is equal
predict is fake like calling miss cleo
cuz Pitch is washed up like dishin the beamers
and ghost a nigga faster than face & missy-demeanor
Like emailing the League I bring the heat with the sin
only ways hes close to brain is a geek as a friend
planning his day's the only time hes seeking a when
Feed on his last tracks only time hes seeing a ten
Damn P, u get awards for actin at grammies
How you expect to hold ya own if reppin ya Hands Free
Blaze twice have you blackin out like shade lights
you blowin up is slim like anorexic grenade fights
Pre's a ho and knows losses like the back of my hand
he knows dope but only sees it on crack of a man
attackin his fam cuz man I owed' son on this track
I take the round, and you can add O-One to ya stats
Rook expects a fast loss from bein hook'd and wrecked
Pre only make move online like the Brooklyn Nets
scandel broads and touch ass
scampered scars enough blasts
ya lines frontin like a handle bar mustache
Grind shit know to hurt pros and bomb it
and clean ya act up like commercials for comet
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Pitch Black old Hands Free Name
O-One , Predict's Old Name.
