Rivals Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom Pepe]
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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

[Verse 2: Tom Wilson]
Ah nah f*ck 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 f*ck 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

[Verse 3: Tom Pepe]
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

[Verse 4: Tom Wilson]
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 p*ssy, 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

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