King Lil Jay
Competition
TookaVille, I rep the shit
Sneak Dissing meet the ex of it
Say fuck Tooka you meet the clip
Yo mans die, you still ain't on shit
Respect, yeah I earned the shit
Disease gun leave you burning shit
Burn n***as like I burn blank discs
King Lil Jay for president
N***a dissing on me, that's death row
And you know I keep the strap like Velcro
No Taco Bell, but I keep the shells though
JMoney got called on death row
You a singer, or a rapper
I'm a real n***a, I'll clap ya
Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt
Feed the boys clip, and my mans said he a actor
Me I got shot
But you know that ain't stop
Me from getting this guap
Any send ebt every sending shots
Do a hit on 064, now the block hot
Free Wee Wee C, balla 50 shot
.223, it'll make a n***a diddy bop
Team no lacking so you know I gotta keep a shot
Do a hit up in traffic
Stretch a n***a out like elastic
Make ya guys disappear like magic
Get money, kill a opp, that's a passion
You a lame n***a, you ain't wit it
You paranoid, just admit it
R.I.P. To my competition
I'm taking over my city
N***as mad cause they know it's my time
Like madden so I can't get signed
Put money on my head, they tryin
So hard but I'm still on my grind
N***a said my name for no reason
My flow hard like cement
It's a cold world, n***a you anemic
You GDK, but ya daddy was a region
These for the n***as that don't know
I be throwing bullets, Tony Romo
Pull up in a 4 door with a 4-0
Make ya body go up and down like a yo-yo
If he one, to the game I don't see
Any n***a in the streets that's hot as me
Got a deal now, so you getting money
I remember them days when you was bummy
Dirty n***a, skinny pants, and Mohawk
Semi auto with a stove, take ya nose off
Sipping Act til a young n***a doze off
All you n***as catching bullets like Randy Moss
Got my choppa in the car like Rick Ross
I'll crucify a n***a, nail him to the cross
I don't see the competition, eyes on the boss
Hollow tips make ya jump like Kriss-Kross
These n***as got me fucked up, why the wasting my time
Say they gone kill me, say they in the streets, I swear to God they lying
When I see em, them n***as dying, it's get rich or die trying
Thirty shots all in my nine, shoot NumbaNine bout nine times