My elite brain, brings pain to these weak lames//
That seek fame before skill is achieved, gained, so peep game//
You ain't hot, you don't speak flames//
Unsigned for life, no labels call, you got as many rings as Queen James//
So keep it real, **** all the fake and phony//
You get pinched, you Soprano to the pigs, you just playin' Tony//
You way below me, no way to clone me, a rare type//
While you mother****ers are overrated like Air Nikes//
Unabashed, unafraid, whether gun or blade, never run away//
Leave you bums ashamed, can't take the heat, run to shade//
You run in place, while I run the 40 in under 4//
You can barely take a stab in the dark, when I've swung a sword//
The son of war, murder birthed me, serpents cursed me//
Need a sacrifice to whet their appetites, not a person's worthy//
It's certain you're the type to stay confined to a box//
While I'm the realest **** you'll hear this side of the LOX//
That seek fame before skill is achieved, gained, so peep game//
You ain't hot, you don't speak flames//
Unsigned for life, no labels call, you got as many rings as Queen James//
So keep it real, **** all the fake and phony//
You get pinched, you Soprano to the pigs, you just playin' Tony//
You way below me, no way to clone me, a rare type//
While you mother****ers are overrated like Air Nikes//
Unabashed, unafraid, whether gun or blade, never run away//
Leave you bums ashamed, can't take the heat, run to shade//
You run in place, while I run the 40 in under 4//
You can barely take a stab in the dark, when I've swung a sword//
The son of war, murder birthed me, serpents cursed me//
Need a sacrifice to whet their appetites, not a person's worthy//
It's certain you're the type to stay confined to a box//
While I'm the realest **** you'll hear this side of the LOX//
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