Best Rapper Under 25

Weezy wassup with it bruddah?

Tell Maestro I need to **** over his beat real quick

Hear me?

I'm the best rapper under 25, 24 inches on my ride

Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was 9

That's no lie, ho

Rappers out they ************ minds so I gotta go

Psycho on these *****s, call me Norman Bates with a poker face

Got the banger in my hand and I'm out to poke your face

.38 Special, grab it, let him have it, where the safe, we hungry

Housing authority saved my Section 8

My section be on the west side of Compton Cali, champ

Where the killers posted on the corner like a letter stamp

Let a rapper tell me I ain't better than whoever's out

I'mma knock 'em out his Force 1's once I air 'em out

Air jets flying 'cross the atlas, I made it momma, made a promise

Married to hip hop, and the maid of honor gonna be R&B

I'm ******* her too, so please hand me my ******s

Where the honeymoon in the mother ******* booth

You're ******* right, I'm the ******* truth

I put my hand on the bible

Swear to god if I lie, then I'll probably die tomorrow

Tell my momma don't feel sorrow cause her son was a gunner

They found my corpse with a rapper's head in my stomach

I'm right here, I ain't running even if the Iraqis w-was in back of me

Back against the wall I'm clapping them rapidly y'all

Would never stop what you can't see

It's like a red light when driving with Stevie

Wonder if you can understand or withstand the blast of my wrath

I steer the game with both hands while you crash

Like Earnhardt my heart to the fallen soldiers

You can either ride, or get rolled over

Sleeping on me, I put you in a coma

So please chill out before you meet the coldest

Starving every day, see my face where the bowl is

Bowl on my face, I walk while my mouth hold it

Hold it

I'm the best rapper under 25, 24 inches on my ride

Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was 9

21 gun salute

And my soldiers killed 20 of your troops at a time

And I got about nine teens on the corner ******* with *********

Jive and heard about 18 rappers say that a bird can go for 17.5

********** that my sweet 16's be equivalent to about 15 pie

I was 14 when I wrote a rhyme

All I seen was 13 ghosts every time I wrote a crazy line

All these 12 bars in my verses, that's what Notorious and Pac arrived

God dammit I spit just like a Mac 11 every time

I drop jewels, you drop dimes, you pretending to be like mine

I intend to put about 10 of you rappers on channel 9

Straight up, **** around and get ate up

Cut 'em up in 7 ways, funeral carried by 6 in 5 days you'll know I go for

Money when I sink my teeth in Carter III beats

To you from me, my son the victory is mine, I won

I'm the one

The beat was the *****

And I cum, hard