"What kinda Top Dog is you? You more a shytzu
You was cloned in the lab dog, you artificial
You known for your label, not because your art official
And I ain't gotta talk about how broke you are to fix you
Cuz when I send shots at you, it be hard to miss you
Ain't gotta load a magazine just to press this issue
In fact? These ain't even shots, they missiles
Tryna outclass a badass... So I gotta dismiss you
You all, bark no bite, hit dogs gon' holler
Caught a couple strays, now its time to put 'em on a collar
I let 'em rot while I, charge 'em for Top dollar
You the next nikka getting dropped, off of Top roster
And I'ma be the Reason, ok, bet
You sick dog, looking for beef with a seasoned vet
I euthanize sick pups, nikka, you gon' see
You barking up the wrong tree, think you fukkin' with me
It's bout time Top let you ass off of the leash
Signed for five years, yet your biggest moment from me
Can't nobody name a single song you ever released
Even Crashout wasn't your original beat
Every time Joey drop, you see he eats
I did more for you than the whole of TDE
It's too bad nikka, you shoulda been signed to me
Somebody tell Top we 'bout to start TD-East
Funny how they gotta use the Pro name for promo
On the low tho, I really think you nikkas is homos
The way you let Dot dikk sit in yo mouth
This that same dikk-lickin' I was talking about
You nikkas will do anything for the clout, crash out
Over nikkas who won't even let you in they house
I bet you ain't even got his number
It's funny how the thirst is being disguised as hunger
Shoulda sat down, been humble, but now I gotta son ya
This little ray of light'll
be the biggest shine of ya whole life
I don't just flow, I talk to ya soul on the mic
You don't want smoke with me, please just give me a Lyt
You need me to Buzz, I'm Lightyears beyond Ray
Want me to engage, so you mention my fiance?
Clearly I ain't scared to get in the ring,
I mean, even Gervonta had to fight a couple bums just to be king
fukk around, leave me no choice to slay Vaughn
Sugar in your tank, but you ain't no Sugar Ray Vaughn
Gay Vaughn, keep punching up with them pillow hands
You ain't even a middle man, you just a little man
fukk whoopin feet, we throw hands like Rayman
You ain't no Ray Liotta, how much you made man?
Said I wouldn't talk about ya pocket, but ay, man
You need an optician just to see Raybands
Go fetch a coffee for your CEO,
Cuz judging by the numbers, clearly I could see he owed
Ya mouth runnin' cause ya pockets run on low,
I'm active and I'm acting, yeah, and that's something only me and Pac would know
Play with fire, then you gon' get burned
Listen and learn, kid, you was better off as the intern
Better yet a mascot, I been a beast with these flows
nikka you could ask Dot, Killuminati part two
Yeah that was my last shot, and it's a difference
between that, and Ruler's Back, let's be clear
I salute you Kenny, but I know you well aware
You looking for some competition then just know that I'll be right here"