I Dare You (freestyle)

Lyrics
[Verse] I'ma give it to you straight this time Lace this bomb Bring it to your face 'til the jakes respond Guard your shit And I don't care how hard y'all hit I got cats with bats you wouldn't play hardball with I splatter intestines quick before you can blast So handle your weapon or get splattered in a matter of seconds And we ain't worried about threats cause God got us We're popping Cris' Y'all sipping Moet by-products I ain't scared to die Let's die It's gon' be either If we both die Then your casket is gonna be cheaper Yo, you ain't a Don You don't even know what beef is What you're competing with Will hit and make concrete give Yo, I came out making it birth Making it worse Making a verse Sacred and shaking the earth Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce But they ain't got a voice I'm doper than them so they ain't got a choice Niggas be swearing battle battle Not understanding themselves They babble babble That's why they stay on the shelves Playing yourself Promising threats to test y'all Doing this rap shit until UPS calls I see why you must hate me I'm sharp enough to cut gravy It's just crazy, niggas is such babies Real as they coming dancing Killing for fun Advancing the heel of my thumb Feeling my gun Cock, squeeze, make every nigga freeze in here Stop breathing It better be some cheese in here If there's any emcees in here I'm hope you read me clear You're seeing teeth Beef with the C's in here Yo, you ain't fly I got shit that you can't buy Yo, you can't lie You drink St. Ides and fake high Take pie and try to flip it You don't know nothing about that shit If I was you, I wouldn't risk it [Hook] I ain't never gon' stop hitting you hard Rap star you know spitting triple the bars Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze If you got shots to share (we dare you, we dare you) I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart Rap star you know spitting triple the bars Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze If you got shots to share (we dare you, go ahead and pull it) I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart Rap star you know spitting triple the bars Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze If you got shots to share
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Credits
- Writers
- Royce Da 5'9"