[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

You musta been drinkin' Exclusiv Vodka that whole night

Had the fans thinkin' ”Damn, he drunk?”

I wasn’t gonna bring up the fact you was throwin' up

'Cause that just shows you definitely can’t handle Rum

I’m straight to it, nigga jump off and get the side piece

Or walk up, I’ll squeeze three in a row: flight seats

Gun Line King, I’ll put Roc on the body count: Ice-T

But these three rounds for hip hop like YG

We both professionals, but you a pup, under twenty still

So watch me get a body off this pro teen like it's Muscle Milk

Get cut for real, I’ll empty the clip and bring the razor back

The knife on the K in fact, bayonet

I’ll open the trunk and stuff your bae in that!

Get nervous, as soon as that K Shine he’ll break a sweat

I’ll let it sing while you’re just kickin' it, there’s no escapin' that!

Niggas forever hatin', I say fuck it, let ’em hate then

Metal break him, sit him down with the piece like meditation

Two weapons raisin', the .40 chrome and the 9 black

I’ll let one race in the building like segregation

Blowin' heavy smoke

Full clip, one in the hand cocked: Freddie Roach

I’ll let it blow, these live rounds I spit

You either die from one of these or suicide, now just pick

He tried to slide out and shit

Leg shot, the kid knees failed, if you wanna die I’ll assist

My whole team we spaz, niggas see me flash

Be cool, killer, I smack new niggas: PG class

You gassed, Nitty spit better, hella witty, shit clever

Your big bro had to die first for this bitch to get set up

You ain’t killin' shit, never

You got simple wit, a slave to my penmanship

Watch me black verse’ a nigga like a Willy Lynch letter

We got into it, his team was trippin'

I said ”Cool, we can get it.”

I turned around, pulled a Calico(e) and didn’t see the bitches

Next time you should watch your fuckin' mouth in front of grown folks 'cause shit can get deep, I’m talkin' real deep: Tone Lōc

.45, .357, both smoke

I'm away from home but cookin' on the road: roach coach

I'll make your soul ghost, you don't know who you clashin' wit

Nitty swing one arm in a battle: I’ll do the Canibus!

Then hit a bum with a machine, I’ll do you bad as shit

Your blood Will pour (poor) on film: Pursuit of Happyness!

They givin' niggas 50K for a battle?

Somebody need to cut me a check, 'cause I done put in work

I feel like I done earned enough of respect

Tell your fam go watch the battle at home

They gone be fuckin' upset

I’ma bring a ladder, give you the final four

They gone wanna cut off the net!

Real shit!

You can’t keep it real yourself

Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!

[Round 1: Chess]

Almighty, we still cakin' the fuck up

When this round through wild dudes gone be wakin' the fuck up

This true greatness… Wait! Shit! It's time to clean up

See I'm a New York nigga, they got me battlin' this AZ fuck

You know I ain't tryna start no East Coast–West Coast beef but

But Chess here to leave his back in Cali

See I'ma make it BIG and make it back to the East, yup!

Now that was a bar from Chess

Was it my hardest? Yes

GOT EEM!!! But these nuts, he weak

They (day) get 21 like three weeks

Before I leave him in the sky, boxed

I'll make his nose bleed like the cheap seats

Your past battles seem sweet

But it won't be wrong to give me a clean sweep

Tired of how you not doze off, you makin' me sleep

Give it a rest, listenin' to niggas that he beat

I keep goin', niggas that keep growin' don't reach peaks

Before the clip, a sneak peek

His shirt got a Kool Aid stain and his jeans bleached

BOW, BOW!!! BANG, BANG!!! Waka Flocka, Chief Keef!

Please, let me speak, just listen

For talking out his ass my shit spittin'

BAOW! When I pull it, bullets will stick in him

BAOW! When I'm through wit my can

I remove him by hand, I'm nitpickin'

Let's make a deal: get loco, this 9 fix shins

That was crazy real, stash money, or get left over

Either way I'm tryna save a meal

BOW! Sit cool when I bang the steel

Or get two extra rounds in the back like training wheels

That shotty tucked in the leg…

Nah, that's how I gave DNA the kill

That .380 ill, it got me walkin' better like my ankle healed

Chill… Chess body, sex homi, I came to kill

Headshot, smoke persuader, his brains'll peel

Caps'll open his top, I gave his brain a pill

But gave his face a smile, this heat rainin' now

It ain't safe to grill, chill!

I'm Chess, keep listenin', no sneak dissin'

Speak direct or die wrecked 'cause what I'm pointin' is not to direct

I'll ride out on y'all set

Can Nitty ride back? Yeah but his brains got left like John F's

I'll squeeze and buck it (bucket) like when the mop wet

Nah! I'll plant the shot like a high step

My mindset? Just kill, so my mind set on gettin' him killed

He keep a long toy that'll open pussy… big deal

He gonna bang? Germ freak on the train: he don't grip steel

The shit's real, I'm past cold

He'll get a dot for every button he push like a pass code

Give him slugs, like a boxer with hollow the mag slow

Leave you hangin' like your shoes when you sag low

The toy lit (toilet) but this shit slidin' out is what his ass hold (asshole)

We used to tap toes, playin' tag, now we tag toes

AK's with the bananas out, air him out

It look like we made this fag vogue

We got mad bros and they light (Daylyt) up your fitted

That's a gun to his cap yo

But I'm the nigga with the mask though

One of his niggas'll die, left him shitty in a bag yo

Nitty survived but now he's shittin' in a bag though

That's O.D. nigga—see how I come at you?

If he rap, I unravel them two straps

Still hold two straps, my guns bag you

Fours in both hands like a Rum battle

I'm dumb mad you didn't kill yourself with it

We're in the W, right? Well he takin' an L with him

Married to my gun, engaged to this gauge

Fuck a ring, I put a shell in it

Midnight, afternoon, we can get him any time

11:59 and have the 12 hit him

Or break his jaw, have him speakin' through glass like a jail visit

Then point at his head like, "They'll get it."

See time to make y'all think

Knowledge take you a long way, I let his brains fly deep

The headshot was unreal like a fake ID

My gorillas catch him whippin' it, they pop three

Let it clap so when the monkeys on his back bullets HIV

Before you stepped to a king, you shoulda played with the pawns

"Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…"

BAOW! You was takin' too long!

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

My nigga, I am not DNA

Fuckin' with me you gone receive a bag

I mean he did kill Eric right (Wright)? That was an Eazy pass

My niggas told me fuck you up, bring the bags

So trust me I won't go light on the cakes… like Pinky ass

I been dope since yay high, sound like a 'cane addiction

It'll be enticin' (Tyson) to put a bird on his roof, it ain't a pigeon

They say "Chess not the one to play with, he way too different."

But I look at you and still see food: Jameis Winston

I came to lay down the murder game, shit will get tragic

Think Paid in Full 'cause soon as the Cam’ roll up on you

You gettin' killed in Traffic

You don't want to see that side of me, get clapped tryin' me

My goons react violently

Make a nigga retire from this Pat Riley MAC90 Heat

You can say I rep two squads, that's fine to me

But say I jump ship and I steal Chess (chest); that's piracy

Try and see and I’ll pick you off the set with a hot one

Tall T 'cause I'm liftin' up Chess with a Shotgun

I say this nigga nice but he's dyin' today, I am not for play

After school, my lil goons follow you right where you say

Hit your doorbell *ding dong* then hit your side with a blade

Thin Line Between Love and Hate

They'll open the door and see a knife in a Cake

We not too far from South Central, I hope you brought you one

My goons shoot, two deuce deuces

Pointed at Chess like Bobby Johnson's son

But this 12-gauge tops 'em all

I'll give your man Chess the Willie Manchester

To show you that my shotgun off the wall

This big can for icin' Cakes: it ain't Betty Crocker

It'll have you reekin' (Rican) on the stage like Sara Kana

Don't want your death on cam, then you should exit partner

You better book before the film: that's Harry Potter

But if I bring a toolie you stuck, put two in your gut

Watch me Buck this .50 like when G-Unit broke up

We coulda battled on the rooftop, you woulda jumped

So if a nigga don't suicide, I ain't doin' enough

'Cause classics, they do nothin' for my status, I gotta live off homis

Accurate puncher, acupuncture: my career depends on bodies

Try me, but they say he lookin' for a fight

I don't care, a line (Caroline) will make you look into the light

If I pull it then goodnight

Two shots come with that

Think 2Pac stomach tat: a thug'll get a bullet in his life

They got me 'gainst the Baby Boy, the young muhfucka

Well I show your bitch the guns and but her (butter)

You lil' dumb muhfucka!

I keep the tool, every nigga in my team'll shoot

If war end in peace with you if I bring the piece to you

Fuck it, bring the heater through

12-gauge pump on Chess (chest) like CPR—and you gone need 'em too!

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!

[Round 2: Chess]

Nitty gone say, "I'm a man, you a child

He ain't in NY, he prolly scared of this town."

Yo, calm down, I hold my ground like a handful of towels

My circle up, you just standin' around

This bitch real nasty, let me translate it now

I keep a ratchet, that shit draws (drawers) like the panties is brown

Ewww, it's like the fans gettin' loud

Shit heavy, I hold it down

But it can show you how to handle a crowd

He get lifted, you want a man off the ground?

Big bang, his wig missin' Juwanna Man of the […]

If I reload a mag I come to lad

So the (soda) ad will show him how I open a can’ wit a smile

It's obvious, someone ill will be on some other shit

You know, fuck slowin' it down, speed it up, I'ma smoother shit

Well let's see if he can stomach this

Baby literally on some other (mother) shit

Get this corn nailed, POW, well (Cornell Powell) it's his government

He'll get fourth from the .30 like 26

Like you ain't have a chance to breathe before you wanna win

You got heat in store, […] when you leave the store, come again

Bar heavy, jail bird how I love the pen

God, I don't really wanna sin

But a box is what these fake niggas want us in

With a suit and tie, no suit and tie but I came wit a vest

As far as the blazer, I tuck it in

Who the fuck is him?

{slight choke}

I don't think he even a lil' ready

Red beat him, it's me wit one eye like lil Fetty, Waap

A Trap Queens are for gwap, for a lil fetty

Red tops, Nit,' ya bitch read over the Cakes like Little Debbie

For free I can get him hit

Get caught wit no charge, in a sense

He's sent home after the hammers bang like he innocent

Check, get caught wit 21 for tryna be in the mix again

Miss shots, nigga I take bets like I hit the rim

Scratch that, we shootin' rec centers like we in a gym

Then hit Nit' again

Now the elders sewin' his body, his grandmother'll never knit again

Rookie who? Chess really a vet

His worst faults, one promise worth more than a million threats

Chess givin' him death

I keep a ladder dawg, hang it up like Fresh killin' his pet

And his girl give me the neck, straight face like a serious text

And these serious TECs

I let it ring in one ear at a time like a listening test

Leave this cat's torso missin', it's no kiddin' (kitten) wit' Chess

[…] named Nitty the best

I bug out where you cook like ya kitchen a mess

See a bitch in the back and I wig

Put a bullet in her back of her wig, I left the kitchen a mess

Nigga this Chess, you ain't hurtin' me

Takin' mine (mind)? Cut it out: that's brain surgery

Bullets goin' in and out of homes, it ain't burglary

Little grip, the shit this man will pull light (polite), it ain't courtesy

To keep it a rack, I'm on a thousand, see that bar was worth a G

But this next one, worth millions

Try to house a god, I hold these (holy) cross his roof like church buildings

Chess a different god

I be wildin' over the book like when the reverend gettin' live

I'm the truth with this heat, they say the devil is a lie

We're here to pray, to Heaven where he rise

Masked up, send him to God, this a blessin' in disguise (the skies)

You can't keep it real yourself

Suicide, if I still see you alive, the second did the job nigga

Cake Lyfe!

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

I came to put a child in his place

For these bars punishment, this what you get, my style not for play

Trigger happy, I empty every round in the trey

We stretchin' you, THC edible

I'm tryna dump half the pound in the Cake

But you? You gone make me get the Uzi out the Charger

Wanna die? I can line you up a box like Boosie at the barber

I'll pistol whip a nigga jaw with the Ruger if he start us

Or the steel crack in ya mouth like Pookie in the Carter

I'm not the one to aggravate

Two 4's gettin' at him, both bitches clappin': patty Cake

Until a motherfucker R.I.P., I won't let it rest

I'll let 20 buck and put money up like I set a bet

Tell a nigga, if he cherish his bitch then protect her neck

'Cause if I can't get you, I'll send the Goonies after anything you treasure Chess (chest)

Niggas know not to play with my team

They keep tellin' me, "Chess (chest) cold," bitch I already vaporized Steams

But they got me on my "fuck 'em all" shit, dump a long clip

Get it poppin', get anybody I come across hit

You ain't dustin' off shit

Bang what? You was dead drunk off of A cup, I'll lay you flat Chess (chest), I'm not the one to brawl (wonder bra) wit

I unload sixteen shots

That'll Mos Def make a Cake book like 16 Blocks

War lord, throw ya ass four four

I'm pullin' out somethin' wit a body on it: that's a morgue drawer

He said he gone smoke me after the battle

What you think I ignore him for?

'Cause he won't give me a pound after he lose: that's a poor sport

I black, go over heads most times when I rap

I just hope people on the 'net catch it: that's side racks

9 clap, I'm 'bout to send you to the pearly gates

Perfect order, I'll make him eat the mil' (meal) first and then desert (dessert) a Cake

All bars, I made it in this bitch wit no co-sign

We a few deep, but all my niggas trip when it's go-time

I'll present wrap the strap then hit ya crib on my own time

No tight grudge, I'm Ike Love, I brought a gift and the whole 9

You 'bout to turn 18 soon, right?

I'll catch you while you celebratin', everybody get the knife

But since it's your birthday Cake, you should get the biggest slice

Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself!

[Round 3: Chess]

Nitty got bars, and he holdin' weight wit it

So this Warrior on his head like a Golden State fitted

Pay homage or my homies pay visit to ya home and paint kitchens

Loud pop like when you come home he stay bitchin'

Clumsy nigga, I let it go if they trippin'

Stay whippin', it's that trey five in L.A. like I'm holdin' Blake Griffin

Oh no, if they missin' the point

C.P. will be golden, the trey clipped him

If they mention him winnin' any round

I come with my circle in the round, hit him now

[Steams]

Deuce deuce and the four four

[Chess]

Any round, we gettin' down to the Nitty gritty

If I'm gettin' gritty, Nitty down

And when he done spittin' rounds, don't let him leave

Get him before he run out like Smack say, "Get ya tickets now!"

Look at him, feelin' sour

'Cause we leave him stinkin' in a bag like sticky loud

You gettin' loud? Calm it down son (sun)

This nigga scary, Heliocentric Theory

I'll plan it (planet) to keep a revolver around son (sun)

This boy… this boy is done dude, my bars over the top

I'm raw, you Rum bull (rumble)

I mean this might hurt

We dumb electric, my Con Ed nigga that's light work

Nah, Tay Roc at his job nigga: that's light work

But he Cave Gang, how the fuck he light at light work?

I'll finish him wit a clean round nigga: that's light work

We seen pounds, he got light work

Holla at me if you like purp

My numbers on tee like a jersey over a white shirt

This finger will get him wet

If I reach it's leadin' to a box like a hand up ya wife skirt

In other words, this bitch might squirt

Anywhere, the clips spit different like it's diverse

Picture two of ya family members in the trap

Who you lettin' die first?

Ya mom hangin', ya son drownin', will you cut the rope or die first?

The fact that you gotta decide hurt

And you think you fucked

Stop thinkin', I'll blow out ya mind before you make it up

You got a trap queen? I trap queens, get ya lady stuck

No Statutory rape but ya baby fucked

Before I kill her, I'll prolly get ya baby fucked

Shove my balls all in her mouth, nigga everything she sayin' nuts

Pussy, he say he tough, but I think he a fraud

Fuck bars, let me speak to this boy

You bring heat for this war?

Motherfucker, I don't believe you at all

Bitch you look like you speak to the law

I'll drag you up, beat you and all

Stomp you six feet through the floor

And ya brother gotta speak to the Lord

Punch ya teeth through his jaw

Make him have to eat through a straw

He got wild clips, down six, I took treys to even the score

That .44 in the holster: that's the leash on the dawg

Real shit though, you wanna tussle? This boy'll crush you

From two feet it ring out: Royal Rumble

I clap and trap, applaud the hustle

You fell in ya blood, the joint will touch you

Woody jealous of Buzz

I know you hate the thought of a toy above you

If that don't work out, this man from the X a size (exercise) him up if we talkin' muscles

Wait, who in here think he the nigga?

That's not the case, I'm just tryna make him see it nigga

See the meaner niggas like me got a different demeanor nigga

Not only do they say it, they mean it nigga

I'm reachin' nigga, nah, no drug bars, that's T-Top, he the nigga

But I'll get the Bear to heat a nigga

Let off a shell Top, the lines I kick ain't Adidas nigga

His raps all wack, which makes me black on cats like Sabrina nigga

Go through the front door when you creepin' nigga

Please, that's the oldest way in like Keenan nigga

He played a Crip […] you never seen a nigga

In the hood D don't show his face like the reaper nigga

I give him the pound like when you greet a nigga

Then give him seconds like a greedy nigga

Half of 300 for a verse, translation: a buck 50 for ya features nigga

If his girl wit him, I split his earth like the world ended

He spend on her so she twirl wit him

And drop witchu, what I pop at you

He'll get smoked over the chicken like a hot sizzle

Let off five, six hittin' the floor like I dropped nickles

Or I'll stick him for the ice like a Popsicle

Or let one of my guys get you 'til somebody attack

They'll find ya head without a body attached

BAH! A clean shot make the body collapse

Cake life!