B.R.a. (Best Rapper Alive) lyrics

Intro:
(2pac sample)

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
I don't even know where to start it at
I did it for my city, yeah I brought it back
Dropped the hardest sh*t in the streets, you could call it that
A lot of sh*t dropping, but my sh*t better than all of that
I'm that n*gga in my city and I put that on my mama
All these b*tches gone' f*ck the team like Lebron mama (Haa!)
Still putting money over b*tches, my palms got a
Itch, when I twist, it's stronger than John Connor (shiiit)
n*ggas say I'm seven thirty
But I was born to be a warrior, I'm Stephen Curry
You talking greasy, n*gga, let's get dirty
See if you can catch these thirty shots from my weapon
That make detectives scurry (Haha)
I spit the sh*t you gotta love
I run the city, all them other n*ggas was dropping jugs
Them n*ggas hot, but I done turned it up a notch above
Shoutout my n*gga Sadaam, what's poppin' blood?
I said I spit the sh*t you gotta love
But most these n*ggas scared to put me on just like some boxing gloves
Leave me when you find me, the streets is what designed me
Car from a year ahead, my sneakers from the nineties
Grimey, grimey, rob you for your 'caine stash
Wash my nuts and my face with the same rag (Hahaha!)
n*gga, get out my lane with your lame ass
[?] with me that resemble Kanye's craft
I had my eye on that paper and it came fast
Put the strap to your head like Bane mask
While you putting out the same trash
Your b*tch with me in V.I.P, with Ace in a champagne glass (Broke n*gga!)
You don't know how that life feel
Forgiato, I just got to have the right wheel
Moving loud, I know n*ggas selling white still
Out in L.A, they just tryna' get the Dwight deal
Yeah, them n*ggas tried to off me
So much I need to get off my chest, Easy, record me!
They would've been happy I died
But I lived, n*gga, now I'm the best rapper alive
Outro:
sh*t's was scooby snacks
We eat those!
Conway the Machine, b*tch
I'm here