Who Tryna Battle

[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Rain cannon shells to his back, wet 'em up, bitch, that boy getting closer
Turn him to a ghost type rolling B if he mess around with his toaster
Stomp ’em bloody shock, stamp fist, now that boy's symbolling a coaster
Tryna battle with this flow like fighting a black coll in a supernova

[Verse 2: BlackLynk]
Back to status
Stack attack, and you'll never catch me lacking
Half hazard you fear, but I’m clapping jackets
Got a zoom on that bounty, your power matched
Been the big on a gym, it's gon' end up tragic
I don't do this chalking for percent a static
I don't stick on a web like he spin a bad trick
Hit Jamar at the top just to keep a balance
Oh, no, all of you go ghost
Ten folds on the same ball
Hit the anger, boy, then ya hold on
If they go ghost, then it's gone gold
Watch 'em do their job on record, and yo
Rock 'еm in their says, said I’m sorry, hoes
Go on something bad, whеn this shit’s a wrap
Metal to your chest, not the cardio, hold on

[Verse 3: Jamar Rose]
This joy based on the boy's neck
Twenty marks to the style like the fireworks pressing
Oh, now they tryna ask a boy what’s next in
Jacking dollars, stacking up on the sky like a blessing
Like a monster I'm up in a gym
[?] don't know how it been
Next I'mma up, it’s boutta get grim
You better arson, up for the sin
By restoring creations, they made what it been
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And I'm flipping this world upside down, get a beam
When it's been like the editing smack in his ends, on go

[Verse 4: Jamar Rose]
It's entities, who tryna battle it? Shoving, it's gonna start it
Get hit with a sense, I'm taking a lab to the town just to mink what it's dearly departed
Death what I'm causing, they think it's fun and games they calling 'till I'm start playing
There ain't no pausing, shooter on the field, but they know I'm a legend in the making

[Verse 5: BlackLynk]
Chip-chip-chip-chip-chips on my bank account
Money in the way like yuh yuh yuh
Flip-flip-flip-flip how I'mma get through the job
If a ways down get hit-hit-hit
Ever slap dawg if I know this dude, so my opps ever know this room
All think like it's get dough a few, somehow I be GOATed still
Somehow I be ghosting, oh, but the ocean know I'm holding all this steel
No long, but I blow it off, and the bulging hope that this feat could bill
No drip, no abler making
And I ask for my jacks, situation I grab
And the apple I had is a bad jaw tee
And I ain't had the best, so escaping
I had that black with the blades keep
Look how this bitch all on six shit
I had that black with the blades keep
My money, bitch, you ain't stack shit