[Intro]

Ceejayzi

Still smoking pressure, still applying pressure

Youngest One Dragging

Yadig

[Verse]

Only smoke gravs, I don’t know why bro play with me

Riding around Brooklyn and I got the K on me

He ain’t bout that action, he yapping so we gonna see

Way that I shoot shoulda gave me the MVP

Never outside I don’t know how to get em

If I see him no gymnastics imma flip em

Hospital ain’t even able to fix em

Murder Ink post another rapper victim

Fuck that shit you ain’t good in the system

Got stabbed in the bookings, couldn’t never be no big dog

Running out your mouth when you should’ve kept your lips shut

Said you was spinning I ain’t seen you spin once

Rat queen know you loving the drama

King of the jungle I feel like Mufasa

These haters be mad when you trying to prosper

Chopper on me its hakuna matata

These crackers hot like some lava

On the internet they talking a lotta

This ain’t among us but y’all some imposters

Remember I was locked you ain’t send me a dollar

Acting tough whole time he be scary

How gangsta is they even? Barely

Do they be outside wit it? Rarely

How cap is he in his raps? Very

Bitch I’m Dirty Dan, you Pinhead Larry

Put three in his jersey he Rozier, Terry

These bullets gonna sing like Mariah Carry

These rappers sweeter than a sundae with cherries

New pistol and it came with two full clips

Spray a opp and I don’t mean like cool whip

Ninety-Six, bitch I been on my bull shit

How you a thug when you ain’t ever do shit?

Smoking GravPack got me high as a kite

Riding around zone twenty five clutching my pipe

Catch him sitting in the whip hit him up at the light

He gonna meet his seventy-two virgins tonight

Twelve with him call him Howard, Dwight

Snitch mentality that shit I don’t like

Try to diss me not a line you wrote right

I see right thru yo act like a glass of sprite

Moved out the hood his bitchass went to Lansdowne

Acting gangsta y’all ain’t nothing but some damn clowns

Know they gonna duck when I slide hear the blam sound

Wipe em down I ain’t talking like shamwow

Wartime I ain’t letting you stand down

Been my son but you look like my Stan now

Guns up when I see you that’s hands down

Running your mouth only gon get you ran down

Your mans Smiley gonna be sad when he see me

Got demons with me like I play with them Ouija's

Wet him up and I don’t mean like Fiji

Leave him shitty that boy gonna need some TP

I’m Mario bitch & you know you Luigi

I’m sorry you salty you never could be me

Don’t wanna throw hands cause you never could beat me

Keep tryna act hard but they soft like a squigie

.32 on me I’m shooting like Kriss Dunn

Sammy Sosa hit his ass like a homerun

You ain’t no killer bitch, Big Pun

Miss & I spin again call that a rerun

Talking bout guns but you ain’t never own one

Betta call somebody ask them to hold some

Go down the road again bet you gonna be done

Ain't gonna last til the first time that Keefe come