Iverson 01

Never was a Loc', never been a Piru

When you're both broke, only tend to find you

Were fighting the same fight, that's with Tekken and Ryu

Head high, yeah I'm walkin' like I'm 9'2''

Another classic you can vibe to

Patrick on the fine tune

Hell of a run, ever since I begun

Iverson 01, who the fuck are you, Taloo?

Splash homie, this the backlash

Downloaded your shit then it's right click, trashcan

You got gas sippin' honeys with the magic

'Bout to see your name with a RIP hashtag

Fuck off!

You can bet if I ever see one of your boys in my section

This shit gon' get locked off

At the top of the game and I'm still in here

Head swings when tryna turn into a millionaire

I was sittin' there in the backseat low

Tryna study all the ways of the G code

Fake promoters try holdin' onto proceeds

Play with the brother, I'll go Lucy Phillipo

Stomp your head and start comprehending

Your squads not preventing your Armageddon

Better start repenting, I'm the God's descendant

My hearts pumps the venom, I'm on calls for go

Above it all, I don't beef with you folk

I rather be on a boat

With a bag of the powder

'Bout to ski on the slopes

No weed smoke, just molly and blow

And you can quote, I told foes they could swallow a load

I don't hob nob with those that won't honor a code

I heard you spoke with the law and they collared your bro, you hoe

I'm known for the nothing nice approach

And writin' quotes that'll hit like a lightning bolt

Don't be the broke brown rapper actin' like you're rich

Don't be the rich white rapper actin' like you're broke

I conquered with the fraud shit

On my boss shit

Low key 'bout the drop the hammer, yeah, Thor shit

See me glowed up at the awards

I been too much sauce since I wore an Air Force kick

Used to cross up your uncle back in fifth form

Put down the ball, grab the mic, and caused a shit storm

I would dictate raps to the flip phone

Now the kid make tracks turn to brimstone

I'm tryna spend no time in the clink

So every time I'm in the booth it's like a light of the links

At the pub and I'm buying her drinks

We been workin' all month, now I'm right at the brink of

Dropping my new shit while they stay useless

Placing a few splits, playing Bejeweled Blitz

Chasing a blues chick over payin' for rude kicks

You waste men ain't doin' shit

Some lames even had number one hit records

Then decided to come sit at the chess board

Took an L like the night move

One rap and we had 'em runnin' back to the chess drawer

Me and my death squad never been the followers

I just smoke all the locals and the foreigners

Sick blow, I'll explode a thermometer

And still roll like a 6-0's on the odometer

Fresh as ever, this is all my plan

I only feature for those that I call my man

These other chumps really act like they're winnin'

I see they mind's stay bent, stuck in Lala Land

And damn, same flights with your host just spaced off

Dopple gang flow got my pick on your face swole up

I tore the Picassos, you assholes trace off

Come swim with a Marco, I'll bite your face off

You're more narc than narcos

You and your vatos need to clean up and get off the bar soaps

I'm ultralight beamed up with all the compost

These rappers my seeds, I'm the gangsta Santo

Pure bravados since I entered the premises

Malevolent presence got them 'bout to penitence when

Any contenders try and mention my name you know done fucked up right?

Like the king did it, man, it's on