Jay Young in the mind and pockets, Alsina with blonde streaks
You die (dye) in August, trillanova had you looking over your shoulder
And bytchin', begging to @cook
, but still scared to go in the
Kitchen, clearly you shook, no faith in the flow that you spitting
But you "don't give a fukk", well, cause your "scrotum is missing"
I drop it and they listen, nikka, I know I'm consistent, I don't
Cry to sway decisions wishing for voter assitance, need
Something to go off? I go off without a reason, when it come
To beef, I devour it, like it's seasoned, from St Louis right?
So Ferguson still fresh, you gon be the next nikka who's murdered
Who's no threat, I wet you up quick, you get baptized faster...
Baptized, so you know black lives matter, when I rap, I don't
Care about saying the wrong thing, spit crack, nikkas calling it
White like Shaun King, Jay Young ... a sneaky fakkit who tip toes
bytch homo that embarass your zip code, this go round you gotta
Battle a sicko, bytch slap, stick a lit match in your dikk hole...
I mac to your bytch while she laugh and she giggle, you rock a
"Jewish Beanie" put the "mac to your temple", McGuire with the
Steel bat, crackin your shin bones, bytch came through on her rag
And got sent home....
you walks like Nelly and u talks like Nelly
Put your bandaid to use with a knife or machete
I can help you lose your damn life if it get's deadly
Put a price on your durag right in your city
You sound like a country stupid nikka tricked for your pack,
At the movies on some Drake shyt, piss on your back,
soundcloud at capacity with pitiful tracks, Du rag on your big head
Shyt made me laugh, audio quality is specifically trash,
....recorded on a payphone this nikka is wack, far as physique
Goes... you big and you fat, recording raps is the closest that
You get to some ass, look like on instagram you post pictures
Of cash, no car, on the corner get rejected by cabs, bubba gump
Looking b*stard, both lips is on smash, ugly nikka looking like
A mix of lizard and crab, by your face I can tell why you spit
Like you mad, that du rag's all you have to remember your dad
...I never will respect you, first impressions will last, by your
Swag I can tell that you sniffin on crack, you're not capable
To pass one semester of class, broke nikka, no pad, you aint
Messing with math ... dirty neck nikka never stepped in the bath
Shoe game too lame, rocking sketchers and Shaq's, in your city
You already getting tested by cacs... replace your durag with
A confederate flag, fix your face, bytch nikka... you better
Relax, I don't care how loud you scream, I'll put a shell
In your abs.................
Jay Young 314, I know you wanna see my flow, flip the words
Around, you could be my hoe, take the durag off, where they do