B.R.a. (Best Rapper Alive)

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 shit in the streets, you could call it that
A lot of shit dropping, but my shit better than all of that
I'm that nigga in my city and I put that on my mama
All these bitches gone' fuck the team like Lebron mama (Haa!)
Still putting money over bitches, my palms got a
Itch, when I twist, it's stronger than John Connor (shiiit)
Niggas say I'm seven thirty
But I was born to be a warrior, I'm Stephen Curry
You talking greasy, nigga, let's get dirty
See if you can catch these thirty shots from my weapon
That make detectives scurry (Haha)
I spit the shit you gotta love
I run the city, all them other niggas was dropping jugs
Them niggas hot, but I done turned it up a notch above
Shoutout my nigga Sadaam, what's poppin' blood?
I said I spit the shit you gotta love
But most these niggas 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!)
Nigga, 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 bitch with me in V.I.P, with Ace in a champagne glass (Broke nigga!)
You don't know how that life feel
Forgiato, I just got to have the right wheel
Moving loud, I know niggas selling white still
Out in L.A, they just tryna' get the Dwight deal
Yeah, them niggas 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, nigga, now I'm the best rapper alive

Outro:
Shit's was scooby snacks
We eat those!
Conway the Machine, bitch
I'm here