[Victor.]

I fuck dime pieces, u dickride old legends to become a apprentice
u aint making a racket, u hitting ace over the net cuz he's ur idea of what a tennis
while u spent ya youth in church singing I was running the streets
u was enquire, same thing u did with ur sexuality after bein touched by the priest
casket gone read Allen knight rip 8/17/15 if this nigga try stunting
no cable remote, I put your numbers on that box with a push of a button
forced wordplay from shit ya saw on ESPN..thats that sucka shit
all you do is say names in ya verses, which makes sense cuz ur a fucking snitch
was wack on NC version 1, and u keep going down like a scuba diver
your skill level had so many drop offs I think you should be the Uber driver
u another txt rap cat fronting like they where the trap at
heads up, when that strap click in front of your head it's not a snap back
stood ducking this battle cuz u wasnt ready for a run in with death
I talked you into the fight, had me feeling like a ring announcer in WWF
u write wack as fuck, u need a tutor and a trainer
when you put ur hands to paper shits a drag, ur a natural finger painter
learn loyalty, every1 in my gang got pistols for fadin him
if I lift two arms my whole team follow, shit resemble the wave at a stadium
lied about being rican, whats the next race u gonna take a crack at?
Resins Ace. you want to be his queen just for a chance to be blackjack