Red Zone ft. Comingforya (Justic...

Your label be breeding diseases and it’s my job to defeat every fetus

I feast on your weakness, bleeding and pleading but it’s too fuckin’ late once the beast begins eating

Comparing yourself to Lil_Chip, you’re more like Little Caeser’s, you retard, cause y’all fiends are so cheesy

And with all the meat that you’re eating, pizza’s the only thing that you leaving in pieces

Dissed 2 legends last week and got back in the charts, cause I’m not a legend, I’m an actual god

I know you fags have a spark, and I ain’t talkin’ bout candles, you tards

But maybe the reason y’all lacking the props, isn’t because of some magical law

But because you’re too busy matching on Grindr to possibly come close to matching my bars

Acting like some innovators, I have 37 non-diss tracks, find a different angle

You ain’t the Rappad liberators, jealous cause we’re winning daily so you try to imitate it

Bitches full of envy, acting like our biggest haters then a minute later

They create a shitty label, tryna mimic our success because they really crave it

And Justice be goin’ inside of mines, bitch, you take your pipe and slide in

CSL’s hole, I know you like a tight end, I ain’t talkin’ football, but you’re like a tight end

And you’re in the red zone, bitch it’s time for violence, boutta smite these linemen

Claiming you got grips but I’m climbing higher, so if you’re a Colt, than I’m a giant

Flaming these pricks, they got angry and then said let’s glaze on our dicks

Display it online and then name it a diss, damn, y’all looking like Ray J and Kim

Saying I won’t put the blade through your skin, bitch, I already basically did

In our last battle, you put some lame restrictions and then lost by your own rules you made so you’d win

Y’all are fake ass puppets, most of you BLVCK SHXXP cuckolds used to hate each other

And now y’all be glazing tougher than honey-buns, claiming you came from nothing

I know you lames are bluffing since we easily made you break like butter

Y’all brains are fuckin’ full of space and nothin,’ I blame y’all, and I also blame your mothers

 

Bring the heat like a summer barbecue while making sure there’s no desecration

Of the sacred art, so when they try to copy me, it’s just weak emulation

Y’all crumble like a cookie under the pressure of a hunger-fueled decimation

Yeah, that cookie didn’t stand a chance, much like the rumors they spread, which are pure defamation

That I swat away with the ease of a fly swatter during a southern summer, where recitation

Of my victories feels more like a victory lap than a chore, I’ll revoke their doubts with a simple revocation

And then breathe easy with a refreshing exhalation

Like the sigh of relief after finding out your package wasn’t lost in transit but was just waiting for you behind a bush, leading me to dig deep, almost like an excavation

Of my own willpower, and reclaim what’s mine in a reclamation

That’s so thorough it deserves a documentary complete with detailed explication

Of how I managed to thrive despite the sequestration

Of my Wi-Fi password, which, as you can imagine, led to some serious segmentation

Of my time, mostly spent searching for the hidden post-it note where I wrote it down, and if you’re wondering how I manage to stay so cool under pressure, consider this my recantation

Of all doubts, as I perform a verbal extrication

Of excuses from my mindset, making sure my ride through life is smooth as silk, like a pro at equitation

Who doesn’t need a saddle to stay in control, crossing borders and breaking

Barriers like I’m on a never-ending emigration

From mediocrity, my ideas spreading wide like an emanation

Of creative energy that’s unstoppable, even when things dry up like desiccation

In a desert, I draw from the roots of my derivation

And keep on thriving, taking what’s mine, leaving no room for deprivation

Or doubts as I engage in my obstacles’ depredation

 

Ay, fuck CSL and Justiceproctor

Fuck the BLVCK SHXXP