New Script- If I Die Today; My Version (Nos)- Tik)

"Worked on this for like a day. Don't think its ready yet tho'so I can put it up with the John- Instrumental. Need Feedback"

B*tch n*ggas tryna’ hit-me when’ they-can . . .
Don’t need- any weapons to keep at-hand. . .
Got the homies ready,your ‘un-manned’,
Got you sweatin’ , I hit your f*ckin’- ‘sweat’ gland
Kicked out- you got- banned,
Look pale I think you need to go-get ‘tanned’
Love or hate me- Im still ‘grand’
Hate keeps me up- like em’ ‘kick’ stands . . .
Think Im trippin’ ? I ‘with-stand’,
My sh*t’s always original- ‘First-Hand’,
Your jus’ plain whack- Real ‘bland’
I don’t play serious, Im never around’ jus’ ‘playin’
Jus’ sayin’- I don’t need your –time
Im doing not, saying- Call me a ‘mime’
If I had a nickel, then I would’nt need a dime
And If I can transform- Then I would be Optu-mis prime
First off I don’t need you to write a reply
I got paper. . .By the -‘Plies’,
I notice by the look - in yo-ur ‘eyes’
Your frightened. . no need for your ‘lies’

Im not a star, somebody lied
You n*ggas taking it to far,
S’ what I reside,
If I die today remember me like Elvis Presley
King of ‘rap’ n’ roll’, rollin’ up in a Bently *

So this is what Im sayin’ - you should’nt try to f*ck with me
Im deadly, see Ill kill ya’- Tell me what your tryna’ see
N*ggas tryna’ gang up, but they know they can’t
You say your dissing my name but it sounds like a - chant
Don’t think that Ill never come up,
Cuz I made this whole script, and I’ already came up
B*tch Im the new spitter who can play -a -‘battle’
So don’t write the fakest sh*t and stupid ‘babble'. . .
Stay real and stay true is what I learned first,
Try to stay on my grind is the hustling herse
Im on some “B.I.G” sh*t- Notorious
I got the guts and the glory, I am glorious

Im not a star, somebody lied
You n*qqas taking it to far
S’ what I reside
If I die today remember me like Elvis Presley
King of ‘rap’n’roll’, rollin’ up in a Bently *

Find my dream girl but my vision’ is a blur,
No sleep, so that’s why I can’ never find her
Im lookin’ weary - I need some sleep,
You spit like your beer-y’ your in sh*t too deep. . .
See your f*cking with a adolescent who’s from the hood
Naturally born a G – Up to no good
Crime city raised’, So you should know whats’ good
Your scared, Im thinking that you probably’ should
So who - is gonna battle me?
No need to fear, I won’t hurt you statically

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