look here homeboy, all this talking shit means nothing/
i can tell from your choice of words your whole team's bluffing/
so fuck instigating, im still debating on if i should grab the 8 and send his ass to sating/
fame is what im taking, my niggas well connected like walkie talkies/
we all on the grind getting them bucks like Milwaukee/
listen ock, i take dissing shots, ant any nigga thinking he hot/
you can jump into beef, and get pumped wit the heat/
or have the high point 380 have ya face sluped to ya feet

come son u need to tack your time be for u hart your on son battle me you better just stay where u are at be for comeing battle baby ace

Boy i wouldn't battle you if i had all the time in the world.

You needs not come at Ike like that, so fallback

heres fuckin gay ike//as i blaze mics//heres ya case right//hip hop dont need anotha mase type//ya spittin some fake lyrics//if ya came with real shit u wouldnt hear it//cuz u got nothin to show//no where to go//spittin like u got somethin to know//but nigga u aint know shit//fagget nigga ready to blow bitch//real niggas do real things and they neva talk bout it//ethugs bitches like fuckin fakin and they flow bout it//dont even spit fuck stop//go ahead nigga and buck shots//u cant shoot at a nigga on the internet//let me intepret//go ahead and actually puncture my chest//with that fake tech in ya left//best to take off tha vest//u cant cuz nigga u holdin nothin but air//u sayin it aint fair//screamin hes supposed to be scared//boastin u rare//but nigga u tha same//but a different name//bitches like u reppin u thugs but u just lame//thats why came//with tha whole truth//that rhymin aint fo fakes and fruits//u nothin but fake and synthetic//when tha rhymes that i make are real and authentic//u sayin u got that gat B//im waintin fo ya crew comin at me//u screwed nigga cuz ya tools old//u aint real like fools gold//

//MOS DEFinitely goin' against tha grain//

this that im spitting aint know game/
ill kill you and as for your team ill do the same/
youll niggas cant mess wit the kid/
ill have you haveing nightmares if i tell some of the shit i did/ill pull out the 44 and leave blood on your hoodie/ leave it looking like ciara done spilled her goodies/ holla/