I wanted metts on a track in the studio, so I messaged him
told Joe the beat was 'so butter' & dude brought a loaf of bread w/him
u should play football & not rhyme, because when you try? sad.
dude weighs three hundred pounds and we still can't get a good line man?
u wanna throw hands? you're better off going to war with guns
I mean, hell metts, I'd still beat ur head in if u were wearing more than one
all dope.
vs
The weather makes this man chatty. The Beretta makes my hands happy
when this nigga hears a pap pap, it ain't his kid's kids looking for their granddaddy
I bet you tan badly but this heat'll leave ya face charred, nigga u ain't hard
the only time you go to war is when you and your grandkids flip over the same card
handle him quick. one punch to his eye'll leave it all damaged and split
..and he'll be leaving with his site in the hands of God like he was namix and shit
swaying every battle. this nigga more frail the the coldest december
how you sound like a broken record but only ever broke the one for oldest member
1st half of your verse was fire then it died out. all dope.
I got joe w./ one more quote. Dope battle, tho.
v. joe
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