Big-Infamous (Verse 1)

Your rhymes are constipated

 

So don't even try and battle me because your lines are out dated

 

And don't get mad when I'm number one on ya girlfriends Playlist

 

Don't be scared, and say shit! plus I can't believe your still with the same bitch

 

Yet she wanted to send me a picture of her tits on Facebook to put as my cover

 

And I wouldn't do that to a real brother god dam you should of warn a rubber

 

Suddenly she's at your house please... first you said you thought she was a slut,

 

now you said you fucken love her

 

Then you guys keep on fighting for nothing like a good couple should do,

 

"Yeah right man"

 

While I'm tryna come up with sick rhymes you kept on acting like fool

 

And keep on saying your coming back to school

 

And your probably just falling in like a snake when your fucking and ducking that hoe up in the room

 

when you had that child you were just a kid thinking you were the shit

 

Spitting those rhymes like their were all sick acting like you make those bricks

 

Me and DMG plus wild rida was the ones your girl was fucking around with,

 

Sorry man if this rap diss, really hurts

 

Cause in a couple of rhymes ya be serve fucken guy is still learnin'

 

And just stands there all hepatize and can't say a word

 

I'll keep going on with this one dope ass verse getting all the respect

 

I needed to earn in a rap battle you won't even get a fucken turn

 

If you wanna fuck with me that's okay, but don't try and get your hole family at me

 

I should of stop talking to your girlfriend bruh and it's sad to see all these local rappers are mad at me

 

Because they know I can float on gravity I'm the riches man you will ever see

 

Landing in the city of winnipeg it won't be that hard to see

 

That this rapping is a part of me and that i feel it up in my arteries

 

Like labron James on the stories and I have new fresh pare of Jordans can't you see

 

Then again I smoke until my eyes bleed

 

Your gonna be a rapper one of these days yeah right fuck in ya dreams

 

I was growing up with wanna bees who wanted to be O.Gs

 

And don't think ya dope

 

And this might be a quote

 

This ain't even the realist shit I ever wrote

And people take me as THE G.O.A.T

 

In my city I think I got the best flow

 

In the rap game it's easy as tick tack toe

 

Get me mad I possibly explode

 

They never heard me spit so they wouldn't even know instead pop up at the show

 

I'mma lyrical monster that be running the game them bitches will hollor

 

Back in the day hustlen for money only made a couple of dollars

 

Now I'm makin' millions you cock suckers

 

And those people who said that i was a pill popper

 

"Nah man" I'm a straight up beat stomper

 

Plus i have 20 thousand bullets up in my new helicopter

 

Nobody likes those fake friends guess i have no choice to pop ya

 

Well fuck hey? I'm bringing people back from the dead like the doctor 

 

Because nowadays in the rap game their getting so much whack rappers

 

So I'm hittin' da green and going chinse, I'll be crushing up these little emcees like their crackers

 

What are you gonna do now, well I'll kick up the speed a little bit now

 

And this ain't no freestyle just spitting da underground

 

Don't fuck with my city or town

 

And I'm bumping my bass so fucken loud so let's go smoke a couple of pounds

 

Puffing on ounces flipping the words and spitting the heat I don't cowards