Verse 1 (Generale Q and Loe Pesci back and forth)
Pesci can't believe I'm a threat to these rappin tricks
I herd your doing a mixtape with the alchemist
He knows you from your battle sh**, yeah he does but i jacked the sh**
How you mean, you ain't chopped, screwed and resampled it ?
Actually, happened is ...yeah yeah you talk a lotta sh**
Who's hosting this tape, Can you even afford a drop from him?
Nah im just jackin for beats I let the sampler sit
I tweeted ALC for a drop but he ain't answer yet
Noticed you were missing the touch of a woman's vision
The ones that have a hit, all swear to god that they how baddest b**h`
You switch like them, you show your a** and tits
Rappin bout s** is the the kind of thing the ma**es dig
Why's it gotta come to that? I'll turn this into battle rap
Hit with you some punches & kicks with the fitted hats to match
I love this b**h...save your fantasies for another chick
You ain't touchin this, (I discovered you) you ain't discovered sh**!
First off Im the one who's trying to get us f**ing rich
And shut up b**h if I made a move you'd have loved the sh**
Who you callin b**h? (you) lets get in the boxing ring
Youd be like nah let's settle a peace offering
I ain't apologizing when it comes monetizing
You tired of 9 to 5'ing rather make them dollars rhyming, right?
25/8 till the finish line mate, Combat boots
And jacket 22 to your face
Stop switchin subjects, got no budget and s** sells
Extentions and french nails = cover of XXL
You should f** with your friends help
Go get us some profit, next time you spit bars
It better be some Nicki Minaj sh**
Hook X 2:
Who are you to be giving me industry lessons b?
You really there mentally or simply obsessed with me ?
This studio's expensive, if you splitting the rent with me
You can sit here and lecture me bout artistic integrity