Verse 2:
Pick a down on his luck rapper, bet he broker
The arrogance of a crackhead mad at a weed smoker
Or a pill taker who hate a distilled wine drinker
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger
Aight, I get it, it's who the littest, we in competition
"Y'all did it first"-ed me the death, I got a proposition
You and your brothers stop plottin' on each other, plot on millions
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest
Spread your bets out
Double down on what's working, then you double up
Hands on your paper, they send the hate no matter what you touch
Honestly, I'm speechless