Blow 4 Blow

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ghetto
I'm gonna get real creative on this one
Yeah
I can feel it
Okay
Lyrical genius
Lyrical genius
Haha

[Verse]
We can go toe to toe, blow for blow
Knife to knife, chrome to chrome for stone for stone
I don't need a crew, so, I hope to know
I can hold my own on road, I'm known
I'm old school like a Rolling Stone
You only just got used to being home alone
Know your own, what the fuck are you smoking, bro?
See me when you see me, don't phone my phone
You said you're gonna roast my dome, but no, you won't
If your people wanna get involved, fine by me
Don't be another dead [?] on ITV
I'm in an eagle, let me let it blow
It's time to see who's finally ready for a gun fight with me
Or I'll just beat you with a metal chord, it's five v three
So if you're six foot and under, you'll be five feet deep
You and your people, them just better know, I'm a beast
And I like to eat and I don't mean rice and peas
Sharp like a needle injecting coke
But nothing like a fiend
Niggas don't like my team, [?]
This ain't a game like B-Ball, it's hell on road, life is mean
Niggas that like machines will take your life [?]
Look feeble but they're killers, though
With nine in jeans, with five to squeeze
You don't want it with this kind of team

[Outro]
To be continued, pricks