Ryda vs. Prez Mafia lyrics

[Round 1: Prez Mafia]
I know it's obvious how I got involved and proceed through the rook
’cause he gon' say that I needed him
n*gga, I been eager to cook
Since the Tez battle, I got 30'd, and I just needed a look
And then they gave me you
Well, the nerve of that sh*t
Baow! Twork reaction; you needed the push
I left Smack, he played the b*tch
That’s how I knew you was afraid
You're not the rider type, but the writer type, that Google sh*t for days
You ask Siri how to rap, boo', numerous of ways
Being Goonies wasn't enough, now you're moving with the Cave?
I was a fool to think you'd stay
And it was rude to give you faith
Cuz in a movie they ain't leave one Goonie in the cave! Woosah!
Lately the culture been wildin', I don’t like the noise
This new era got angry fans that’s unbiased tryin' to pipe a boy
And this dude from the X caliber will homi’ you, a'ight
Metal from head to toe
n*gga, that's a hidden bar
For being on the cam a lot, and front, and this gonna be body of the night (knight)
Wasn't you reppin’ We Go Hard?
n*gga please don't save him
Against the n*gga Fetty he repped the Army and I heard leagues don't claim 'em
But Smack, that sh*t facts beat haymakers, and even Beas don't claim 'em
He Colin Kaepernick, not because of the knee, but his own league don't claim 'em
You wanted to battle Big Terrance?
Yo, I mean, I ain't even gonna lie, I don't even rock with him, son
But that n*gga T, he'll give you one round and you're done
What you gonna do when Chillackaboo start to ride with a drum
n*gga we seen you "Peanut Butter Jelly Time" with a gun
He loco
n*gga I said I load fours, so the Desert'll help
I did this sh*t for my guys, it's like Christmas for the blind; all my presence (presents) is felt
See, Ryda ran, for 'bout a mile
The n*gga said he need help
But his brain beat him down the block, he got ahead of his self
I'm not done
I can see it in your eyes, you a whole b*tch
This whole battle, remember Myspace pics, I'mma own this
The fo' fifth, I load it
In the crib of your old b*tch
Shoutout to Nu Born, but I missed the crib; I was homesick
So point me to the direction to where the gloves be, ock
See Ryda been b*tchin' about the time that he been ducked, please stop
Dig this, what I planned (plant) for you, oh it's a ugly plot
And it's growth, see I realized that let's son (sun/lesson) be hot, when the situation arose on what the f*ck we got
n*gga, baow! and I peddled off, like 'she love me not'
This n*gga
You think that 'cause you with to Irving Plaza you doing better than me?
Let's look at our climb to greatness
n*gga what do you see?
I made main stage off one PG, n*ggas knew they couldn't mess with me
Shout out to Wavy, me and him single-handedly started Born Legacy
Some say that I lost that day
Some say that I lost that battle, but I got called by BET and had fund with my peers
n*gga, you on every battle on URL and had to sit for a year
But he been out on Irving Plaza though, got him thinking that he better
But he went missing and that was the worst battle Royal Rumble ever - f*ck outta here
f*ck outta here
But if that got you feeling better, then cool
Cuz he never lost on URL
I must admit it was true
See, I got a body when it mattered the most, I admit that I lose
But moral of the story is, heh, I'm still doing better than you
What's crazy is I ain't even start punching, he's so lucky
Dope moves
I'm in the field with a sleeve, it's so rugby
Got a gun, nothing but ratchet rounds, it's so Dougy
Gun connect, I be pushing them arms like don't touch me
Woosah
You a lost pup, Smack said that you was lost when he found you
Well that's how you lure a n*gga in, you'll think Urkel's around you
Woosah
A bunch of n*ggas with purpose around you
Blaow!
f*ck a hidden bar, that was a hidden performance; n*gga, I just rapped circles around him
Woosah, n*gga!
[Round 1: Ryda]
I said, I predicted the future!
Ever since the 2K server went down, I been considered nice, and they was well aware
But now I'm back online
And they only brought me here just to play wit' Prez (Pres) career
You know it's illegal to carry in New York, right?
But we in Richmond
n*gga, it ain't even risky
So for my safety, I told my partner I needed one
He said, “St. Louis arc”
n*gga, the metal been (bend) in the city!
So welcome back, Prez!
It's either you remember your rounds, or you gon' die in this b*tch
Soon as he try to ride by, this fly - BAH!
Your fate? I'm sealin' that sh*t
Soon as the paramedics, it was New Jersey Drive
That mean they found the BaldHead still in (stealin') the whip!
I always been a real n*gga, and in tough situations, I ain't never been a scared one
n*ggas be like, “Ryda pus*y ‘cause he got a babyface…”
Well, ain't no n*gga ever test me yet, and I dare one
I'm all about my money, so play wit' it and watch me air one
‘Cause the only President we ever cared about was a dead one!
And you know I like to name my guns!
And I got options, and you could die in an instant
For instance, you could get Booth or Oswald
Meanin' I could kill you at close-range or hit Prez from a distance!
I'll tape-cassette player your b*tch
I know y'all don't get it
They like, “Ryda wildin' wit' that”
Knife in your b*tch weave, then turn it counter-clockwise: I'm rewindin' her tracks!
I said, I'm too legit!
Who is this?
Losin' it! Provin' it!
Ruger clip, one bustin' through your sh*t!
This the Indian Flute, then Up Jumps the Boogie
I'll Timbaland and Magoo your sh*t!
Truest karma
n*gga, f*ck you and the pus*y you came outta
I'll shoot your mama
You try to snitch? Well, b*tch...that's only gonna improve the drama
Sever your sh*t, and see if Prez can talk with his head in the container: it's Futurama!
Y'all think I care if this n*gga brought his peoples wit' him?
f*ck no!
I be snoopin' wit' it like, "Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby"
Then he leakin' his wisdom
BOW! Somethin' blew (blue) next to the lil' b*tch: I Lilo & Stitch'd him!
You f*cker you!
I'll rumble you
Left hook, stumble you
Put a gun to you
Lift it, then it's your decision, meanin' I'mma leave it up to you
BANG!
Then get off from peelin' (pill in) these b*tches: I'm a Huxtable!
You only get one life to live, so you better cherish every minute in it
Yo, FTW, what up?
It's "f*ck the World", right?
Well, it ain't gon' stop you n*ggas from gettin' buried in it
Let me ask you a question: would you ride for yo' n*ggas?
Season finale of Sopranos: they ain't gon' ever know what happened to Mafia n*ggas!
So let's get to business
I'm pistol-grippin', extended clip in
Tsu Surf, aggravated assault, pistol-whippin'
Leg shot, get them limpin'
Dome shot, wisdom liftin'
Then your wifey who I'll split second: quick decision
Blade in her! Tryna get everything drug out her like interventions
The chopper, get to spittin'
Turn New York into D.C. - why?
It'll be a bunch of b*tches missin'!
Then I'll run up on you with a switchblade
(*swoo*) And then switch plays
Nah, I gotta make the scene a awful one
You get the Brooklyn Special (What's that?)
(*swoo-swoo-swoo*)
That's the Maino, Math, and Steams...ALL IN ONE!
I'll load the clip up
That mean that life and death is just a click away
Somethin' big, wit' a infrared, beamin' down on Prez house: it's Independence Day!
Ever since DNA, n*gga, you was beggin' for a vet
But what happened wit' Cor'?
Since they dug your corpse up, I guess I'm givin' you more
It was Scarface, and he played the role of Manolo
'Cause I'll be the next to assist ya death
BOW! n*gga was dead at the door
So f*ck a top-tier, mid-tier, low-tier, 'cause all you n*ggas is next
'Cause I was sittin' out long enough, and I just came back to snatch all my respect
It's Round 1
[Round 2: Prez Mafia]
n*ggas said they want that old Prez back
Well aight, this is it, Mike Jack
I'm in the mix, brace ya self
Your chest cavity'll get caved in, pus*y
Watch your mouth before I dent ya sh*t
This timid b*tch handle clips like filet, that's fish and grits
.40 bang, I shoot what's under the hood, and watch all you (oil) change
I done flip the whip
That was light
On a scale from one to ten, that sh*t was ehh
But direct bars, they hurt more and you the shook man type
Oh you Cave, where this fire round will (wheel) change the way you look at life
Your hard bars, n*gga please
Betchu I get through this round
Your hard bars, betchu I get through this round, Shawshank
f*ck an investment
We pitch to marks and Cubans, Shark Tank
Y'all all fakes
You cannot stop Prez when he's cooking
You better boat, cuz what I write in my pad'll (paddle) drown you or I can keep pushing
What you want?
f*ck you talking about
What you want? a peace treaty or for war to (water) exist?
Cuz you'll die trying to stay afloat, that's just the current events
See, Prez was way more than bars
That's the sh*t that I was about
Performance god, I lost myself and the sh*t that I was 'bout
You be that n*gga in the window creeping to get out
Now you think you tough cause uncle Smack let you out the house
Woosah
I'm like, old Prez is back, why did I switch up
See I'm the forefather of a style and I never got bigged up
And you don't have the it factor, Brianna; give it up
Cuz when it's time to ride, I ride, or Ryda get sent up
Wait wait wait wait, I know you're looking at me like, wait wait wait
The b*tch-- well I said when it's time to ride, alright, a ride'll get sent up
Woosah
I said yo, I said the n*gga Prez is on your turf, straight dumbin'
He got the call, like; "the n*gga Prez is on your turf, straight dumbin'"
I don't catch you, your moms'll get it in the worse way, f*ck it
n*gga, I will do a number with them arms like birthday punches
Woosah
But I had to black
This the first one of the year
It's the one of the year
But they gave me you
You know, to be honest this was one of my peers
I got the hammer in the venue, I put my gun in the air
Then bow! bow! bow!
I tell his whole cub to come here
It ain't right
I spent Ryda life with the next big chrome
And then tossed the gun, 'cause I can't keep still, it's like Tourette syndrome
Is that enough?
Big sh*t with extensions that come attached
Fresh out the box, as you step, sh*t pop; it's bubble wrap
But enough of that
Yo, I got more I gotta give brethren, so hurry up with them biter lines
'cause this just my second, round two
Just get murked when the clips disperse
Now it's time for that...
Nah, cuz it still gets worse
Don't allow that
No, we don't allow rats
This n*gga's cocha
Either front, or that brake or the kickback will (wheel), this sh*t a stroller
'bout that
Hold up
This sh*t is over
'bout that, team full of wild cats
That's Villanova
Yo I could take a bar that your man here said and do it colder
I leave you up side with ya inside out, La vida Loca
n*gga, f*ck you mean
But guess what, I like to name my guns too, Ryda
Whether you like it or not
This one gun named OG, it's more than likely to pop
The other gun named rebuttal, it go right off the top
But the sh*t at home, Dish Network; I set a light (satellite) at the top
This n*gga dead
This n*gga food
Nobody wanted leftovers but I take it
Your last battle wild basic
Utter a word
I brought this sh*t up from a calve (calf), but this live stock (livestock), I'm cal (cow) raising
Whatever n*gga scared to mention, I'll say it
Blood on a gun, I gave a cat a gory four (Category 4), it was groundbreaking
I got a bar that's gonna have yo ass trouble for real
You'll remember this?
"John John, Prez Mafia, double the steel"
Okay Pippen, I kinda like that bar, so I ain't tripping
Juelz and Ryda, they both rock big caps, but they weigh (way) different
A lot of n*ggas be talking with no proportioned sh*t
But you even gotta pay a price when you die
You heard of coffins, b*tch
It's f*ck the World twice, n*gga
Seems unfortunate
But if I'm such a di*k, hop off of it
Warning, b*tch
[Round 2: Ryda]
I said, n*gga, I went from Irving Plaza...to Survivor Series
And it's your fault
I mean, somethin' gotta give
It was like movin' into a mansion, just to come right back home to the room in your mama crib
But they said you wanted a killer for your return
Well, now you gettin' just what you asked fo'
BAH! Now a Mafia n*gga under cover: it's Donnie Brasco!
I know gettin' a W tonight was deep up in your plans
But this sh*t got Mafia lookin' bad...like Lil Cease takin' the stand
I'll kill your mans right in front of you
I had to make sure that he seen that
Now he cryin' in front of the flame, like Pookie about to relapse!
I stood over the body
Without a brain, tell me how is you gon' move?
Even tried to give him a extra round: that's Hitman after the 2-on-2
See, I'm your father
You get it, son?
You catchin' 100 rounds and then some
'Cause in life and death, he Marvin Gaye
Meanin' your mother might have pushed you out a box, but the pops puttin' you in one!
So if I call for a gun, coke, weed, pills, or a body, that's what they better bring
Word to Lauryn Hill video
Everything I need'll (needle) be in the city: "Everything Is Everything"
So if your team flossin', then I gotta give all y'all coffins
Have Prez front lawn lookin' like Olympus Has Fallen
'Cause they said you had the dough
Well, I caught him while he was cheffin'
Then gave him two to the back, I T-Top'd him
Let it kick...then brought the same kick back: I restocked him!
You know, a Prez career only lasts about eight years...if you lucky
So I know your fans concerned for you
'Cause within the last four?
n*gga, you been chokin', gettin' f*cked up, even caught stealin' - red-handed
So, Prez, tell us - why would we ever want another term from you?
n*gga, f*ck you!
You get defensive, every time they bring up Cor'
Like, "The fans turned on me"
b*tch n*gga, boss up!
Typical Prez sh*t - got into wit' a Spanish cat, now he tryna put his wall up
I was sittin' out for a year, and y'all thought I wouldn't come back and leave a clean plate?
Should I give him the blade or the gun?
Ehhh - it's 50/50 like a swing state
n*gga, I put in some of my best work in wit' this Nina: Larenz Tate!
You know what I figured out?
A lot of y'all ain't want me to make it in
You ain't got respect for me, Prez?
Cool - I gotta take it then
I catch wit' your b*tch, it's a headshot for you and your lady friend
I heard he got a son
BOW! Now he gotta grow up without Prez like a Canadian!
Do I think you'll squeeze a trigger, my n*gga? I quite doubt it
I'll find that inner b*tch and snatch the Young M.A, Brat, Queen Latifah, and Aye Verb mother dyke out it!
Ayo, Roc (What up?)
What you tell that lil' n*gga Chess?
You ever had to break a bottle to make a knife out it? (Uh-huh)
You ever look a n*gga dead in the eyes as you take the life out it!?
'Cause last SMACK, n*gga, you was a nas-ty victim
Bad decision
Now I got every bad intention to make a fast incision
Had to kill him
One swing - (*fft*) - now Prez head in my hand: it's Kathy Griffin!
Your mans got a problem wit' it!?
Then we come back to the block
Reverse Bernie burial: n*gga, I'll pull the MAC (Mac) out the box
The crew wit' me
Masked up, firin' metal, we all weldin'
Try to run, and see a BaldHead get kicked out the crib like he fought Melvin!
I mean, you came in-
You here wit' the new wave
But you came in wit' Wavy
Oh, that's 'cause they know that I spaz
It was 9/11 all over again
'Cause while I was out here plain (plane) bombin' on sh*t
They booked Prez to be in front of the class
I know y'all tired of this n*gga
Man, it's kinda like Trump speakin'
So this clip packed full of more BaldHeads than a monk meetin'!
And when I find you, b*tch, you best believe I'mma raise mine up
It's just Ryda, stuck in "go" mode like the brake line cut
This sh*t was evident!
I want all mine, f*ck a settlement
I'll even come through and steal from your company: it's embezzlement
You know I like to name my guns...
(*kiss*) This sh*t was heaven-sent
And since they wanted to send you through Maryland (Marilyn)...
Monroe gon' be singin' to the President!
It's always n*ggas like this that wanna take it to the next level
Until they gotta see if a doctor could raise the bar for you
But the next round is elections, clown
So after this, I might just be doin' your job for you
Round 2

[Round 3: Prez Mafia]
Ay yo, shut the f*ck up
You just wanna be seen with the ones that's hot
You're not a gangster, you hang with them so he don't catch the shot
I'll drop that lead, n*gga, they won't even see you in the box
Drop Dead Fred, n*gga they won't even believe you in a box
Yo, matter of fact, yo' b*tch ass, we was supposed to battle a while back, motherf*cker
The hype bouncing, time to give me my style back, motherf*cker
Jaz and Mike, n*gga that's his life, he won't be nowhere without them motherf*ckers
Cuz you clap 'em in a coma
But I clap him right back out that motherf*cker
You a die
He said why would you clap him out of the coma?
Yeah, he looked he alive
I said the sh*t baffle
I said this kid baffled
I'm rolling up with something with a big barrel
.50 cal, if it jam, I'm throwing the sh*t at you
This battle, it's nothing but cold asylums, a ward winter (award winner)
Mac burst, sh*t gon' be Shaq birth; I'm a born center (sinner)
n*gga, this is only Prez on a eight, my fault that it's not a ten
But I'm a gangster, n*gga I'll die, come back and I'll die again
f*ck you mean
Time

[Round 3: Ryda]
I said I predicted the future!
For two rounds, I been on fire
And showed y'all that this is a spot that he wasn't deserving
And I figured it'd be like the conspiracy with the $20 bill
'Cause I show you how to fold Prez up and yet leave the building burnin'
But the Goonies came up in this b*tch
And gained a following
sh*t blew up kinda fast, my n*gga, it was astonishing
But you drop the ball every time, and didn't ask for bigger plates
I find it wild as sh*t
So what do we have here?
A n*gga that named himself Prez that complain about all the politics
But I found out this government y'all
So we got Ryda...vers' Carlos Barcelona
Okay okay okay, that ain't your name, okay
But that's what the f*ck you look like
And n*gga, that's your name today
So I run up on Carlos with a blade in hand
Ready to make an incision
But this still up in the air, I couldn't make a decision
All I needed was this, to leave the scene so drastic
Code name "Innuendo", what that mean?
n*gga, grab the nose and roll up on Prez
(*sniff*)...I picked up QP' habit
I've been fighting my inner demons, and having heart-to-heart with devils
I'll spark the metal
One shot'll put P all over the wall, it's the parking level
I got the gun from Ave and I let it off, straight like that
Rest in peace to Prodigy, but BOW!
I'll put P next to P: it's the PayPal app
n*gga, I'm too cold
In all black like The Secret Service
Peep how I move though
Everybody in Prez' house get held captive, I want the nuke codes
And n*ggas iffy uh, blicky got got the stiffy uh
Put Prez next to this black b*tch, it's Olivia
You peep the Scandal?
n*gga, that mean I know when you chilling
Tekashi 6ix9ine, I'll leave a bunch of Blood in front of the building
So if you think you could leave me dead by tomorrow?
Come on player
Knock yourself out
I put a bounty on his head like the old Jada
He think 'cause we're in a small area, it's a slim chance of me airing 'em
But one shot or create a lot of space in a room like planetariums
That bar was so fire
I catch a body and sell a steel (steal) like Bonnie' ghostwriter
I said, n*gga, you stole 673 deposits, my n*gga
No debate
Try that with my squad
As if we wouldn't send a team to come see you, Prez
We ain't Golden State
So what we got here?
Another chipped-tooth b*tch with a death wish
f*ck "is he dead" kick
Or you can tell by how the leg twitch
You could tell that n*gga 'bout to die from how his neck slit
He can't breathe, and it's getting darker for him as he bleed out
'Cause before he go, Brandon Roy, Derrick Rose: I'm takin' knees ('ese) out
n*gga, you battled Mr. Wavy, Dre Dennis, Shotgun Suge
I mean, money trash, but damn, homie
Before 'Tez, you was the man, homie
What the f*ck happened to you?
I mean, you even bounced back after you lost all your respect
But the irony, 'cause dog got caught biting and put down soon as he got around to a vet
I mean you got drive, but you let that spic take your keys and take you along for the ride
Let it would have been me, any time you hear about Ryda and Cor' in a van, it's 'cause his body inside
And n*ggas been stealing my style, naming guns since I've been sitting, son
Surley in a battle, we even seen Prez tried to steal them one
Like "new strap, call it the OG", in that moment I gotta walk up on Prez like "where'd you get it from?"
n*gga, that Glock mine, and then it got no name until I give it one
n*gga, you in my house, I shoot your son and watch him breath over his final breath
So practice safety, 'cause you're trying to snap with a line in a cave only leads to a minor's (miner's) death
I act like your best friend, and then put you in a lose-lose
I'm too smooth, got two tools, ya head'll get blew through
Steel, Raheem, [?], I feel like Bishop with the - I Juice crews
You Fugazi baby and I can't deal with imposters
Big rope, get him bound to a chair, yeah I'm wasting 'em proper
New scope, [?], look like it came from Un Kasa
Bow! sh*t was singing with mafia ties like Frank Sinatra
But I'm pus*y?
n*gga, you don't think I let the heater bang?
Huh, good
'cause after a headshot the judge'll probably think the same
I tried to tell them, I don't get along with these n*ggas
You put a vet vers' a b*tch, I don't belong with these n*ggas
The churches gon' have to sing a slow song for these n*ggas
Got me asking my partner's like
"the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?"
Thirty n*gga!