[Round 1: Loso]
Ayo first off, for me even takin' this, you lucky
It be a lot of smilin' and teeth showin' in yo' battles...you ugly
I mean if you G after this- aye yo why the hell did I choose Money?
You know what? Let's stay serious
They gave me two weeks for Money I knew I had to make him pay, period
You ain't nearin' this, type of level that's been given in my speech
I been focused, ain't an ounce of Ritalin in me
Boy I wrote these rounds in the middle of the week
To show you Bagz is under I (eye) like a little bit of sleep
What up Timothy Junior McNair
Boy I'll admit, I was surprised when you was on the flier
Not cause you was on it, I just didn't think y'all could get me Money Bagz without Nikiya
But see, y'all a liar, tellin' me "Money nice"
I said, protect ya plate holmes or get a couple strikes
You should've never took the battle
Tuck ya pride and make a duck call like Uncle Si
Wait, wait, wait, Team Homi?
Brother, everything about you screams, "I love my life."
Boy, you couldn't be real on a drunken night
You make up (makeup) everything like an ugly wife
Listen, I'm talkin' AK's, shotti's, Rugers, guns and knives
Cool, when you know I've come to fight
Left jabs, step back and I sunk a right
Then I need (knee'd) more Money like I upped the price
They told me, "Son is nice!"
Yo, how much they pay you for this battle?
Nothing?
Boy they do you very wrong
You be askin' for a check Bagz and they tell you to "carry on"
See I ain't been married long
I just know when you get Money in the ring, you get a prenup
I would've drug Bagz without the re-up
I don't need much gas, I'm in a Kia
I brought the ratchet in church, that's Madea
He likes that cause that's how you rap
No connection, lost in lane
When you were T-Money Bagz some of your bars were flame
But funny ever since you dropped that letter you just don't come across the same
You are trash!
I need you in your bag my dude
I want that old Money Bagz back, you remember when- wait, come to think about it the old Money Bagz was trash too
Aye, I ain't never ask to battle you cause every night I envision
You after every mediocre line screamin', "He ain't sign up for this!"
Uh...ya damn right I didn't!
Aye they told me you passed Pass and gave you a pastor well pass that
I know that you mad at the fact that I laugh last
But everything that you trash at is the reason I'm Glad Bagz
You see this wack cat?
Thinkin' he will (wheel) run it like a labrat
Well even your Angry Fans write it in mad Caps
How they want me to do a number on Money like the cash app
Aye brother, but you can have that
That ain't even what I'm mad at
It's these two minute rounds knowin' you life could've got took in one
But with a name like Bagz you should be used to bein' put in one
[Round 1: Money Bagz]
King of the Dot, Massacre, whatup?!
Now it's a fact they got ya boy back
Y'all remember last time what happened here?
I had to send Pass to Pasadena could've put an end to that boy's rap career
I ain't gon' lie, every time I touch this stage this shit finna get tragic here
I mean, the way I beat Pass was in the past but...the way I killed him at Mass, it was only right that they brought me a pastor here
But now we got a pastor here
So can we get an "amen"?
(Amen)
I said can I get an "amen"?!
(Amen!)
I walk up on him like, "Aww man"
It's a stick drummin' in his livin' room: let's play Garage Band
I said, I aim at this Goya bean, peel lids when I blew the small can'
He can get everything that's in store, it's on me, yeah this is God's Plan
I got two Glocks tucked, for anybody actin' 2Pac tough
I went on Google, typed in "Food near me" it just so happens that you popped up
I said he go hard with every bar that he rap, but I see nothin' but a facade and an act
I'm old school like right out on a Jansport book bag, yeah you gon' see the paws on a strap
Hold on, let's talk about the facts, how many times they rewrote The Bible?
You don't think they took that real knowledge and filled it with lies?
And you tryin' to feed me this demise?
You the one that took everything so literal, no it's not at the physical, it's more spiritual in the constellation in the skies
Hold on, I need you to get this message Loso cause I ain't gon' tell you no lies
Boy I know your soul is alive
I ain't here for scoldin' your pride
I just think we look at God in two different ways, now it's time to open ya mind
You see my body is my church, me and God talk from this temple inside
You see your church as your temple
That's totally in your physical what's still empty inside
Hold on, I served Twork I need him to look alive
Cause half this shit is tangible
Preacher man, eat off your own people like Hannibal
So what type of man are you?
Are you one of these preachers out here just tryin' to get a check
Church to chirping, his lips ramblin' loose
I mean Loso do preach the word of God, right?
But when he hit the stage don't he demand the loot?
Oh, y'all know Moses had to eat off God but you tryin' to eat off God, can't you see this man a fruit?
Ain't they thought I was gonna lose?
No, you buggin' homie, I already knew that
You can't save my soul brother, only I can do that
Team fuckin' Homie, let's fuckin' get it
[Round 2: Loso]
I was bored preppin' for this battle so I did some research on your lil' Homi league
Noticed your roster weaken
Y'all got one star with a bunch of bums, hey Boston, don't it sound like Lebron in Cleveland?
Aye, how come every time you call Smack, you get the silent treatment?
How come you only eat off Organik plates but you not a vegan?
It's Team Homi vs The Four Horsemen, brother we had a lot of meetings
Swave Sevah thought he could step to the God, til Th3 Saga beat him
And when I battled 'Cel (cell) I left X on his chest like a Wakanda greeting
Did you forget two weeks ago I gave Davone a beatin'?
Boy I left Quill a box, now he wanna fill the spot
But since you kinda fit I'ma put Money where 'Lyt (light) is, let's see if he's real or not
I said, "What's up Money?!" Oh you gang affiliated?
You all into drugs Money? Well you ain't gotta fake the feelin'
I'm the one that makes a killin', so how are you the Blood, Money?
Nah, but maybe you switched tho', to a color that fits doe, Money
Who you supposed to trick boy, you ain't even got a bitcoin, how you supposed to be a Crip tho' (Cypto), Money?
They say Money can't buy happiness, but I wouldn't mind cryin' in a Lambo'
See that quote is where the truth resides
I only said it to remind you that walkin' through those doors is suicide
To compare you and I is boastin', is it?
What I wrote is vivid, you got Pass on Mass and now Loso
Yeah you gettin' shots but it's at a low percentage
Aye you're lookin' dirty, age wise, you flagrant foul; Stephen Curry
You're pushin' 30 with nothin' to show for it
Oh, but your crescendo's poppin'?
I see right through that pain (pane) and I don't buy it, that's my version of window shoppin'
You've been battlin' for 10 years, boy this boy needs effort
URL sent you back to KOTD, but you ain't come to be better
I guess it's true what they say, "One leagues trash is another leagues...trash too."
What you thought? I was gonna congratulate your mediocre accolades?
Boy nobody thinks that you dead nice just cause you put Pass away
The fact remains you lack a name on every rappin' stage
The way I'm moldin' Money with every punch, y'all gon' think cash is (Cassius) Clay
You see your mind is very, lost and confused by the lies you carry
So I'ma put Money behind bars like a commissary
To show you there's none (nun) amongst me in the building like a monastery
You know, nuns, monks and- man they gave me two minute rounds, your life could've got took in one
But with a name like Bagz, you should be used to be used to bein' put in one
[Round 2: Money Bagz]
Yo, every battle you be like, "Yo, whatchu 'bout to hit me wit? Some Bible flips? And try to fix it up with some gun bars?"
And then he come here wit' a bunch of Bible flips and imaginary gun bars
I mean this shit blasphemous
Head shot, feel like the ratchet it
Imaginary gun bars? You ain't gon' have imagination to try to even imagine wit'
I ain't here for the conversation
If it's drama I'm at his mama's waitin'
Hoodie down in the Champion, this Tec-9 I brought ain't here for the commentatin'
Whoever in the comments hatin', is prolly cause they a fan or a Christian
I'm disrespectful, I'll walk into your crib and do graffiti where you livin'
I'll put your food on the ashtray like dashiki gettin' freaky in the kitchen
I need y'all to listen, ain't no time for losin' this year
He think he know everything like Google, Play, I brought a tool up in here
A shot will hit his eye (I) Heart, no Radio, sit him down like musical chairs
Bet he leave the spot if I (Spotify) tune him up, well this shit music to my ears
Hold on, we gotta get this shit clear
Why you gotta pay money to get a Bible? I mean how does that work
You comparin' money to God's word
Hmmm, well how much is that worth?
No ain't even give me the right image of Jesus, but that's the one y'all portray in the church
I mean you can't even give me a good feature but you expectin' me to pay for a verse?
But he said he a disciple
Timothy, Philip, John he goin' Andrew on 'em
Nah, Timothy fill up the John and drew on him
Yeah, he ain't expect the fire, now it's time to rectify ya
Stick to the script or, Chef from media will televise ya
Big gun, I don't know where I plan to fit and this (Planet Fitness) it's the machine that exercise ya
Beat so bad that they can't identify ya
He tries to call the cops but the phone locked cause the facial recognition won't even recognize ya
What you got the Four Horsemen here to backup for you?
Good, you better for you make me shoot your back up
You call for back up but ain't nobody there to backup for you
Paramedics find him on the ground, they gotta pick his back up for you
Put him on the stretcher it break down now they gotta pick it back up for you
They call the police, I think they backup for you
I don't give a shit, I switch clips, I'll reload it back up for you
Soon as the ambulance drive up, I'ma shoot it back up for you
God this is your son, I'ma have to send him back up for you

[Round 3: Loso]
Ayo my plan wasn't semi grippin', you know to get godless wit' buddy
I was thinkin' penny pinchin', why don't I try to get conscious wit' Money?
If I'm honest wit', little Timothy, I think Tim will fall
One punch, Tim will fall
Well y'all got Faith he'll (Hill) let it ring, yeah wit' Tim McGraw
Aye boy don't get involved, I got my eye on the money
The left never miss, but this, right on the Money
Cause if he want rec', I'ma sleep son yes
One punch and I arrest Money like a refund check
Cause what he said, "Pastor's always got they hands in the collection plate."
Well that makes me want to hit him to the ground just so I can prove him right
A Christian stealin' Money in the middle of a round
Aye, but it ain't just 10%, you know I give 100 every time they book me to catch a clean body
But how did you get on this card? Oh cause Brigante's part of Team Homi
I only took this battle cause my brother was supposed to punish Pass
But y'all funded trash instead of bookin' A. Ward who's one with class
How can y'all turn y'all back on somebody who reps this league with every run he has
But why am I shocked? Didn't Judas betray Jesus for a Money Bag?
Oh you ain't sign up for this
But you did sign a URL contract on that dotted line
That's not a lie, a lot of times we saw you kept gettin' killed (kilt) like a Scottish guy
Funny how you got a reward Money, but you wanted size
To show why you was devoted to get a fast meal like Ramadan
He was thinkin', "Reap this." I was thinkin', "Jesus." You see what I got in mind?
Boy we knew Money was bad for business; white collar crime
That's the bottom line, for the [?] crew, then I'm runnin' through
How they supposed to have Money back when you can't refund the bull (refundable)
Hold on, Christian angle with a gun bar, that's what it's comin' too?
Well you gon' need a lot more Money like Lux and Mook
I'ma punish you wit' a hundred moves
Everything y'all create is fitted for a body, you see what I'm accustom to?
Did you say you survived bein' stabbed right?
But you still wanna disrespect God? Boy you need some help
Haven't you read he was pierced in His side, you should know exactly how Jesus felt
And that's the main truth, you could've died but God saved you
20 times up in your side they put the blade through
So explain dude, how you got the name "Money" but you can't take into account how God was tryin' to save you
Money, who raised you?
Was it Brigante, Poison, Ill, Swave or Sara
Either way those five names will help you understand these bars
Cause when they booked me they knew a Bishop's Pen Will Sevah the kinda (Connor) man you are
Y'all know I come with charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy I knew you was gonna lose the battle
I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul
Round 3 man