Rivals - KnowMads

Heard the lunch bell ring like 11: 40

Caught a couple dirty looks birdies telling stories

Out in the courtyard word was they looking for me

Said I just seen them dudes acting hella corny

When I saw em figured if they had a problem

Then they oughta just confront it but fuck it let’s go get blunted

Wilson pulled up in the parking lot bumping that bring the ruckus

Fronted ya boy 100 cause he been about that hustle

Riding dirty getting money out the duffle

Told em bout them busters In the hallway talking muffled

If they fuck with you they gon get a crack jaw

We gon have to help em out and give em what they ask for

Fast forward seal the blunt with the hash oil

Drops of the clear eyes, whip me back to class dog

I said peace I got a verse to write

Seen em lurking said Wilson they ain’t worth the fight

Ah nah fuck that up in lunchroom with the war cry

Let him see the hands cause what’s tucked is this 4−5

Going toe to toe I see that bitch up in your eyes

I put on a show, whole school sitting courtside

One swing slept him right in his chair

Ya you could tell by my breath I was slightly impaired

I remember my first fight ain’t no denying he scared

Look in my eyes all he see is lions, tigers and bears

Got that Rick flair, I keep it right in my waist

Or I could tat him with the right and Mike Tyson his face

Still silent I’m the name that remains unspoken

Sleeping giants you cannot tame when awoken

Out my corner where I prefer to be alone at

The flow feel Goliath who the fuck you throwing stones at

Y’all won’t say nothing got em talking like they phones' tapped

When you see me coming point and show me where the thrones at

I know you ain’t never lost I know you ain’t never run

Don’t mean you gotta drop his sorry ass in front of everyone

He probly just hate himself sucks to be the jealous one

Win this fight he still gon be a loser when it’s said and done

Imagine what it’d be like to be that dude

In ten years bet he still here serving fast food

We don’t gotta trip, I ain’t hearing his attitude

The kind who wish they was you always front like they mad at you

Yeah really I don’t give a damn, anyone who isn’t fam

In passing I see you and say what’s up witchu little man

I’m just being friendly boy get rid of that mean mug

Inside they pussy, only outer they seem tough

Face twisted like he took a drink of that cheap stuff

You could get tee’d up and beat up by T-Dub

But that ain’t what we want I’m getting to a better me

Let it go but even better when I let be