[Jabari Black]

My nigga....

This’ll be Frieza vs Goku...when Frieza tried to win by blowing the planet up/
Translation: Win or lose, this battle will fuck Namek up/
You road kill. Drive by in the old DeVille. I’m in the fo’ door letting the fo’ peel/
If this hoe live? Come right back n ‘get another shot at the champ’...Flo Real/
The ‘desert flipping shit’ like a tumble weed when I burst eagles/
Or I’ll lift the Smith...and have it ‘pointed at ya roof’ like a church steeple/
The shit I’m blaming leaving heavy damage. Ya whole chest open when I aim shells/
Bystanders’ll ‘C in the middle of DynamiCz’ like how ya dumbass name spelled/
This the End of the Road. I’m letting the four sing like Boys II Men/
Or a K to ya ribcage...‘I gotta stick by ya side’ like a loyal friend/
Catch you in traffic and slump ya quick. Leave ya head hanging from ya whip/
After the Mac spit - ya wig falling out the window on some Rapunzel shit/
Send shooter to ya crib. Snipers in the grass - fully prone to keep the scope stable/
My niggas laying on the ground with the arms waving...they making snow angels/
But we don’t really need slugs. Pull up with a bat and start smashing D’s mugs/
Now his cranium cracked with his eyes ‘hanging out the socket’ like a febreeze plug/