[Round 1: Chess]

First and foremost, you pussy so keep all that other shit with them other niggas

Them sucka niggas

Them don't do nothin' when you touch them niggas

Cause I'll snuff you nigga

Think cause I'm small I won't crunch this nigga

Then we have to go in the cage like Calicoe wit' his shades

I done put down buffer niggas

That disrespectful shit? Only cool in this battle

If Smack wasn't payin' for all that crazy talk {gun clicks} you would've had to

Actin' tough to promote this card, see I'm really a wild goon

This is who I am Ars', you just tryin' to pump up the Volume

BANG! BANG! BAOW! BOOM!

Give him everything out the cartridges, on some retarded shit

I like revolver grips

Cause when it come to the shells, this strap save 'em from droppin' like harnesses

No games, I'm fully loaded

Push my buttons I'm startin' shit

Tunnel vision when I'm sparkin' it

I start the fire and all I seen was Ars' and this (arsonist)

That's ya homegirl? Well guard the bitch

I get him stuck up, like he feelin' himself

Then put that same blade in Ars's sis' (narcissist)

Cause you can't spell "scars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it

They say I rap about struggles more than accomplishments

That's cause we ain't always have it, but felt good when we got it like compliments

I knew youngins, in them stores but he was poor and couldn't afford it so he robbed the shit

Got caught, tryin' to boost, and security (insecurity) put him down, they lacked confidence

Y'all really think he's smart as shit?

With the simplest lines, I spit intricate lines

What makes a hard bar? The wick

That's exactly what makes me the wrong nigga to bother with

Did y'all forget?

What I do nigga?

You gonna talk to me about views nigga?

You finna make another mil', this time on the news nigga

You confused nigga?

Still debatin' if you gon' retire?

Boy you should

Honestly, I just thought you would

Well this, like losin' housing in New York, the night you're gone for good

Understood?

I still wanna kill K for closure

But before I son (sun) Shine I had to make sure your reign (rain) was over

If you quit now, I could run this shit the way I'm suppose to

'Cause every card he be (Cardi B) off, set (Offset) me up to raise the culture (Kulture)

I put bread on you when they bang the toaster

Fuck that, I'll spank this joker

He a vegetable when the pain is over

I done caught big bodies, but if I truck him he goin' straight to comas (Tacoma)

This could end with me shootin' up your cab or runnin' in your pad

Shots is what his Uber Eats

Or I'm at the crib wit' the mil' (meal), tell everyone you adore, "dash" (Door Dash)

Cause if y'all wit' him when I come to collect, y'all all smashed

No actin' wit' this semi

If I run into Ars' and he "Yo", haul (Arsenio Hall) ass

I will leave one of your soldiers neckless (necklace): get dawg (dog) tagged

Wipe my sweat, boogers and shit wit' your flag

Spit on your flag

Make yo' bitch suck my dick, then wipe my tip wit' yo' flag

Shake me? I get more mad

Blow smoke? Then I'm gon' blast

Spread the news, everywhere, I ain't that broad Cass' (broadcast)

Smack, when these niggas was lookin' all bad, who brought the shit back?

Me, T-Top and Raw' class

The vets started goin' hard again cause they were all mad that Smack had to find new (final) niggas thinkin' y'all wasn't gon' last

Ya soft ass

Shots: baow, that's something he saw fast

To get out this small room will cost an arm and a leg

I'll turn this scene into somethin' from Saw, fast

The recoil on the toy bad

PlayStation with poor connection

I had trouble shootin' cause the 4 lag'

You gon' brag 'bout yo' little gun, you think I'm scared yet?

Nigga, pussies got grips too, but be the first ones layin' there wet

And you, just a fraud wit' a Sig', but I don't scam checks

When I talk, it enter souls, my bars'll down a nigga; Xanax

Dump Glocks

Blam TECs

Buck shots

Pan necks

This Colt .45? All in his mouth

(What's that?)

Beer breath

I grab the sawed-

Nah I mean the machet-

Damn, I forgot the name of it, but it tear flesh

I'll bring that whatchamacallit straight down the middle; fair ref'

You supposed to be helpin' Ray and L y'all rookies into stamped vets

But if it ain't a big event you could care less

Now you missin' Wisdom and got no Swag

How you gonna be dumb and can't dress?

I was gonna battle Rad B on U Dubb as a favor fella

Niggas begged me not to take the cheddar

Threw me a couple names that's better

And you said niggas slayed me? Never

I kept your few stacks, "such and such" paid you back and paid me extra

So don't worry 'bout if I'm under contract

Did I sign that? I can't call it

But I still do a number on him if it's contact

My year, been great nigga

I ain't even celebrate nigga

Smack said, "Enjoy the fruits of your labor"

I said, "After I put in work on this Grape nigga."

Body! After body! After body

Whether small room or big stage it don't matter

Cause I can go in, anywhere I'm a shapeshifter

Cake Lyfe

[Round 1: Arsonal]

You ever had a nigga this close to ya face when you rap?

I'ma violate you every round of this battle and I dare you to do it back

That's a fact!

I'ma take tact

And I heard this was ya biggest payday ever

{Pocket checks Chess}

So I'mma take that

Summer Impact

T-Top took everybody out on stage, right?

It ain't take him long

Tay Roc was standin' by the door actin' like the concierge blendin' in tryin' to play along

They sayin' is, "Two wrongs don't make a right" but Cal's pop's showed Brizz that two rights will make it wrong

I would've used my fists to beat on chest (Chess) like a nigga locked up tryin' to make a song

Nigga that's my word, that's what I stand on best

You seen my battle vs. Cass'

Which means anytime in this round I ain't got no problem puttin' my hands on chest (Chess)

I ain't live a good life either

At 14, I was fronted some white boy that ain't look like Bieber

Banana clip, took it to school, finna cook my teachers

I was in the hood, planted (Planet) with the Apes, you just look like Caesar

If I was your bunkie, you wouldn't get none of ya mail

Ain't no fun in this cell

Small room sentence, ain't no runnin' from Rell

You thought "rappin'" cause ya cousin is Earl

I threw up cause the dope was too strong in the trap and I couldn't stomach the smell

I send hitters to him, 13 shots in his living room

Three more, bang!, bang!, bang!

Rest in Peace John Witherspoon

You reach for the toy I treat him like spoiled brat, I give it to him

In 3, 2, 1, one .223 will be rippin' through him

I switch to the next, when one blicky done

I shoot him in the back

It came outta chess (Chest); run Ricky run

We bar hoppin' tonight, yeah the fun just begun

But these shots burnin' through Chest (chess) ain't no 151

Me? I'm back scammin', pack handlin'

The strap blam him

I know the rules, you Chess, I'm older school like Backgammon

Real Newark nigga, trained to shoot 'til the gat jammin'

Take the window seat, your shit plain (plane), we crash landin'

What you talk is non-realistic, that's the reason that I'm conflicted

I done watched you tell a whole struggle a lie, then contradict it

Type of nigga say we pulled up in a big body...Honda Civic

We was so poor we had to wash up in the sink, we couldn't buy the dishes

Everybody know these facts, right?

God my witness

My na na say ba ba and ah na innit

Oh that's a Tay Roc translation for "Watch my fitted

I ain't got shit to do with this fight. I'ma stand over here by this door and mind my business."

A mysterious interruption, the only way to stop my finish

You want a nigga to come and steal bars even if John John didn't

Well let bygones be bygones or the time bomb tickin'

I had niggas lined up at yo' crib like you was sellin' Popeye's Chicken

After this battle you better have apologies for me

You an EBT card baby

I'm from the era when food stamps looked like Monopoly money

My generation posed a different threat

I been through hard times you ain't witness yet

I really had to pick up a book and research, I couldn't always run to the internet

You new niggas wanna know who got a bigger name, well who got a bigger check?

I got a deuce and a .357

Either you believe in magic or I'ma rig the deck

Whatchu know 'bout not havin' heat in the winter time

Except for what's tucked in your denim line?

Being the only house on your block without lights durin' Christmas time

Nigga, trials and tribulations, I done went through mine

I really weighed 140 in the 4th grade, in other words I was the bigga 9 nigga

Anything that Smack owe me now, I'm still recouping it

Any battle after this battle, it should be lucrative

I'll pistol whip him, open his skull, blood, he losin' it

But crack heads run in ya family, you should be used to it

You live witcha mother and her mother, you never lived in no youth housing

Raekwon, you was born in 1998 - I started fuckin' in 2000

Facts!

So all that struggle shit, for the fuck of it, you wildin'

I go live on Instagram right now and make beatin' on chest (Chess) the new challenge

I used to walk around wit' a loaded gat

I was the tour guy for niggas who ain't know the trap

Now my money round about- just know I live on a colder sack (culdesac)

And that's the coldest facts

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

And you can't spell "Bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it

[Round 2: Chess]

I said

I body shit, I ain't beg for this

You was just a nigga I was assigned to hit

When I was younger, Smack pulled me to the side and shit

And said, "Chess, you'll be a star wit' the stat you (statue) buildin'."

So basically the game is mine, you meant (monument)

Like time you spent wit' ya bunkie, I'm just borrowin' him

Don't bet money on him, even if you're Arsonal's friend

Cause he's a joke, ah (Joker) bitch, and those are just reasons he hardly can win (Harley Quinn)

I can tell growin' up that he was a daddy's boy by the way he bother his friends

Startin' shit he couldn't finish and got his father to spin

Well invite him to one of our events

This is not jokes, get ya pops smoked

He will never be welcomed to a party again

So take precautions, 'fore I have my goons spinnin' 'til they get nauseous

Leg shot from the [?]

I jump out the Porsche and take a portion of his poor shin

Nigga I'm from Cortland, where we tuck the baby and get rid of it

But missions, never got aborted

Where lil' niggas go wild cause they households was not supportive

They did not reward him, for doin' good

Youngin' died before he ever got applauded

{Chess starts coughing}

They didn't think about giving him a pat on his back until he got the coffin (coughin')

This guy be talkin' like his jaw tough

He better knock it off before I knock it off him

Buzz Lightyear, he gon' be speakin' through glass when I rock it (rocket) on him

If he move he get a BAOW and go viral

[?] be foreign

Aye, I'll be in Newark by the mornin', get to killin' him early

Like Mike I was orphan, just a lil' nigga in Jersey

Nigga you heard me, like Mozart, I show up to events the birdie

Two different milligram perks (Percs), a 10 with a 30

I'm not 'bout to play witchu nigga, this nonstop

You fruit salad, I hit his apple, Grape in a pine box

I don't internet beef with my ops, that's y'all trollin'

Niggas feel cool talkin' crazy on the 'net, they be car postin'

'Til he's laid in dirt on some vegetable shit, now he's com-posting

Not moving, calm, postin'

Ars', I really cause harm, focus

I told Twork I'll smash in his hands wit' a hammer, how he gonna use his strapped in?

And ever since that y'all seen his arms, broken

I ain't tryin' to take credit for bro traits but I'm lowkey responsible for that whole shake

I'm so great, I help create the shit that you hoes take

But you Tampa based now

So you in ya home state

Well once again I'm here, in yo' state

On yo' stage

In yo' face

I don't believe in astrology: you get no space

Get yo' wrist shot, fish spot

I'm bustin' out shells on yo' plate

Your GPS gon' lead to death

(What's that?)

Oh if I take it there, ain't no tellin' what Loc ate (locate)

Pussy, you better shut up when this gun up, I'm pipe liftin'

And I don't want no lip in front of that big nose like white women

I might hit him

Ain't got to do it though, my shooters give me help

But man you'll lead me to do this shit myself

Just to prove to you, I don't need niggas

But my dawgs go stupid too, let's end games

Try to snap with this Iron, Man, it'll be your own funeral

Get hospitalized for tryin' to play wit' niggas

You say this street shit give you a rush?

'Til you surrounded by a whole bunch of patients niggas

Cakes up

Wait fuck

This Grape Crush from what I'm raising (raisin) nigga

Fo' pound, silencer so it's no "pow"

Professional burglarer

I'll take this niggas locks off with no sound

Cake Lyfe

[Round 2: Arsonal]

I'm that instigating cousin niggas love to hate

I be at the cookout like, "Why ya baby mother fixin' yo' brother plate?"

Shots rang off

It was bad, I could tell by his mother face

So my gun let off another eight

"Oh my God you shot Chess (chest)!"

Then I hit my target cause I was aimin' for anything above the waist

How y'all gon' put the best in the world against the worst in his fuckin' state?

Y'all really expect me to lose to a nigga who don't even know how to dub a tape?

You ain't said nothin' great, you don't percentages, ratios, how they fluctuate

Or the PayPerView pay out policy and production rate

Nigga shut the gates, no ins or outs, you got' trust ya fate

Your mom, sis', both met dick tonight

They on a double date

I came, and she had to come back too, fast rebuttal rate

Man, your mother just wanna get powdered up, she livin' the life of a funnel cake

You the only nigga in URL still eligible for the rap game

We ain't gotta test you, we see that you fake, jack chain

I'll let you menage with this Drake for a lil'; Mack Maine

Doctors can't figure this out; back pains

The Llama never show but my Beretta blow

I had a pocket rocket in high school so my mom'll never know

I got a thing for Spanish women, I oughta let 'em know

I'm head over heels for Nina, and when you love someone you gotta let 'em go

Stop the lyin', these people lookin' for the truth

I'll walk into Chess function and slap DNA out the room, I'm Twork lookin' for the Tooth

You said you struggle well I'm just lookin' for the proof

Disobedient house nigga, I'm master lookin' for the noose

I'm finna hang the nigga

Warnin' you are in danger nigga

This .9 friendly, this ain't got no problem talkin' to strangers nigga

Her name "Nina" I told you that's what I named her nigga

She my earth and I let Boy Meet World without Topanga nigga

You KNOW I had to have lines about when my gat spray

Whole battle I'm talkin' directly to Chess (chest) like a nigga battlin' Pat Stay

I brought my .9 out in Oakland and I named my MAC "Dre"

Dre will point at him ('Em) and make sure this .50 will have the last say

Ain't no overtime, veteran skills, I'm really showin' mine

Difference between me and you, we know ya lines and we know you're lyin'

My uncle had a heart transplant, for him we thought it was over slime

On my vacation to him I told him I was battlin' you he said, "Nigga, for you it's exposin' time."

I said, "But he got heart."

He said, "Me too. But I had to get airlifted to go get mine

You wanna know the difference between that Chess this chest, nephew?

I really had a hole in mine."

I said, "Damn, that's gon' be some (Summer) Impact when he get Roc'ked with these Hollow from that Loaded .9."

You look like you press triangles to get rid of ya guns, I'm really throwin' mine

Call me an "old head" nigga, I'm proud to be a veteran

I'll look your crackhead mother in her eyes and tell her her child gon' be a settlement

And the only reason I ain't put my hands on Chess (chest) is cause Trump in office and right now bitch I ain't proud to be American

You know what's not funny?

Cortez out here lyin' 'bout gettin' that top money

And in most battle rap debates you don't even pop up in nigga's top 20

Stop dummy, you some lil' nigga I wouldn't even let work the block for me

And the only Roc(k) we respect around here is the product when the pop bubbly

Now when my mother pulled out a belt, ass whoopin' had my name on it, it was time for pain

Your mother pulled out a belt? It was to wrap around her arm and try to find a vein

But you put that heron sherm addict head bitch through a lot of pain

You couldn't protect your mate so you got your mate checked, this is not a game

Pocket rocket with an extendo, I keep all of that secure

Clip stickin' under the t-shirt and it's callin' out for war

I pistol whip him, now he crawlin' back for more

So I dug in the pocket and gave him 30 like they chargin' at the door

King Of Comedy sayin' farewell, I'll let the MAC (Mack) wave

You'll be forever gone but never forgotten, like Backpage

I hit my nigga Geechi when I'm backstage

Cause we tryin' to run a train on his bitch

And I can rely on Gotti to get the tracks laid

Lose control

Afterlife haunt him, then abuse ya soul

Russell Wilson, what come out the shotgun will fuck up your future goals

What's your average per battle? I'm on view patrol, nigga

And honestly, niggas ain't been this excited to see Chess (chest) since Janet titty at the Superbowl

Maaaan, my shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars'" in it

[Round 3: Chess]

Around this time last year y'all seen my career get derailed

Around this time this year, my career, I get Darrell

What the hell?

This ain't just a coincidence Smack

I'm supposed to be here, as simple as that

Big bro, just respect my name when you hit me to rap

Y'all ask me to battle Jakkboy Maine

I felt like you were dissin' me Smack

He is not all that

Nah, the nigga just wack

You'll see me commit a crime on Jakk (jack) like the citizen's act

You can't live where I'm at

I really used to sit in the trap

From hand to hands to pounds, let's see if you niggas adapt

I understand you don't like to be friendly but try to be

Oxymoron, you don't wanna make an enemy (inner me) outta me

And you don't be Crippin' like how Nitty and Gotti be

No disrespect to my Westcoast Connection, but I will double you, see (WC), with this MAC(k)-10 on the side of me

Honestly, none of this shit I rhyme is a joke

You tough tough?

Well you found the right guy to approach

My drive, got no limit, the speedometer broke

If my coke cost five, I'ma say it cost more

So I say it cost nine, cause the gun in it cost four

I give a fuck if you believe me or not, my gun petty

I don't know how the persuade (purse weighed), but I know that I clutch heavy

Keep jokin' on the fam', I be smokin' on ya mans 'til my lungs deadly

And I would put ya seed in the blunt but I don't puff Reggie

So ya kid is safe and I ain't tryin' to get caught

I'd rather get away so I'm in and out

Niggas actin' like bein' in the pen a trait (penetrate)

Don't come here wit' ya little date

She gon' want one of us to slut her

You need to leave her ass home

But you still bring her places cause you wanna trust her

You can't turn a hoe into a housewife

But yet and still he tryin' to adjust to love her

I understand she a great dick sucker but you...just a sucka

Cause she be with other brothers, under covers just like cops but...you the only one that cuff her

All she do is get banged like a gavel but...you don't even wanna judge her

You nasty motherfucker

Nah, don't worry I became one too soon as I fucked ya mother

If y'all hear about me havin' a son, it's his younger brother

Dick his whore down, porn style

Long socks wit' the fuckin' butters

(Tay Roc: Uh huh. What next?)

I was doggin' her late night, then ya daughter walked in

But don't worry I told her we play fightin'

Ya bae trifflin'

Especially when you not in the house

She should've put ya kids in the bed before puttin' mine in her mouth

He find this shit out and get exhausted

Cause I was all up and through his miss place (misplace) and he lost it

You brought a Shotgun? I brought a shotgun

I had to get it past niggas secretly

These 12 rounds will box a nigga thinkin' he'll Everlast in the ring with me

I know real Crips, and they gon' bang 'til they die like...pops

Full clip, and it raise when I'm killin' like...stocks

Steady shooter, two hands on the rounds like...clocks

Out the nose and through his tissues like...snot

You can't fight then run, you better move swift or (Swiffer) Jet like...mops

Lump me up? Swell my face? This nigga might...(k)not

Aimin' at him in his whip soon as I get the right shot his car crash

Colliding with a different hood like...ops

The shit you planned out will lead to a grave

See that's the different type...plots

I'll flash a light on this Grape nigga like...Watts

Cake Lyfe

[Round 3: Arsonal]

Disrespectful ass Darrell in here

Type of nigga who get kicked out of Heaven for sayin', "Oh God it's nice as Hell in here."

Y'all got me battlin' this- boy you got on some shit I would never wear

You look like ya biological and ya foster parents was never there

If you happen to mention rats, don't put Darrell in there

Since grade school I been solid, ain't fuck wit' Snakes that's why I gave away my Metal Gear

My bitch got on Prada's that the devil wear

We in Tampa, ain't that right?

Aye Loso

Loso: Yo!

Arsonal: I think it's time we pray he have a better year

Now...I'm too intelligent, y'all really think this infant smarter?

Y'all gave me Geechi in the same setting and y'all think this is harder?

Well I bang on a little nigga, like I'm Vincent Carter

While puttin' my foot all in the chest (Chess) and screamin' "This is Sparta!"

You know why I can't half step?

Cause I don't wanna have a bad rep'

And I got a daughter that's five that ain't receive a broken promise from her dad yet

And I promised mama I'ma change her address

And I had a fan named Lil' Nas who just wanted to meet me before his last breath

This is why I can't fail

I can't get murdered, I can't jail

I gotta go to tour, keep stackin' this bread and opening fan mail

My manager locked up right now and I can't bail

The fuck you think I'ma do if the judge try to give that man a damn L?

Trust, I got real struggle issues my nigga, no made up shit

I'll get you knocked off by the bitch you laid up wit'

Man, my shit is real, my shit is raw-

That's usually how I end the round

But this particular round I decided to bring my pen around

What goes around, comes around

Chess come out, sent ten around

Fucked up, he was a stand up nigga but these gon' sit him down

Nigga said I used to be a Blood?

Cause y'all see me hangin' wit' a Blood?

But like your daddy's brother's son, pussy, I always been a cous' (Cuz)

Nigga, I'm a shooter and a 'Scrub'

Cause I be hangin' out the passenger side of my best friend ride wit' a snub

I helped mold this culture, so I never was hatin'

Nigga my money been long, I blew (blue) checks before my verification

I'll put a D.E. to ya bae tee if we ever debatin'

And then I'll trip without reason, no justification

I said, trip, no reason, no just a vacation

Boy I'll grab you by the collar and push you around the stage like every bar you said was fire

And we know that you a liar

All you do is chit chat

We ain't wit' that

You don't spit facts

How we supposed to take you serious when ya boss is literally the mascot for Big Kap

First you gotta fix that

'Fore I air that nigga out like I'm tryin' to fix flats

You talkin' Crip this, Crip that, well they see where you get ripped at

Now is we talkin' Chess' pain or chest pains, I'm just sayin'

Ya old bitch tryin' to grind on 'Rell (rail), she play them (e)X Games

Date night was cool and all, despite the bill

I know you got a knife concealed cause we know you known for cuttin' through them Sprite's for real

I mean, I make ya mom obey her thirst, have her suckin' on a pipe for real

I mean I got a Netflix account and all but I don't really like to chill

My clip 12 inches, I sit it next to the ruler

You walk in my house, see a .40 on the counter you instantly think "Kitchen sex wit' a cougar"

But what about the big .4-5 next to the Ruger?

Bitch on the counter suckin' on an Avocado, I guess she just respectin' the shooter

You finally 21

{Claps}

They don't even ID you no more, now that you can actually cop

But the coroner's gonna be tryin' to ID you after the shots

Catch me in traffic and pop

Shooter and the driver, you ride shotgun wit' a shotgun, well nigga look what happened to 'Pac

Now that ain't a diss, y'all ain't catchin' me, it happens a lot

All I'm sayin' is we all know Suge got the passenger shot

You made that lil' nigga mistake, tried to ride for ya Glock

He reached and disappeared, same shit happened to Dot

You got on a "I'm A Young Nigga Startin' Shit" starter kit

21 years old wit' an alcoholic lip just talkin' shit

Now I can call you a lil' dirty ass bastard cause you fatherless

And you go wherever the wind blow

I got an extendo but this ain't Nintendo I got cartridges

I got a gun so big...that gun? Awesomeless

Shoot like the fat nigga from Detroit on a Quest cause wit' THAT one? I'm Marv-elous

I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience

Since you tryin' convince the world of your accomplishments, I'm yo' consequence

You'se an ugly lil' muhfucka yo

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

You can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it