[Lyric] I Got This Under Control Freestyle (David Stones)

[Verse: David Stones]

You might be dope but you ain't no fucking king of New York
You bout to learn it's certain lines you don't cross
Don't think we soft cause Rocky ain't say shit
Although he got his name spit
I guess it take some BK niggas to come and slay shit
They tried to box me out of the game to keep it basic
Cause they know ST ain't nothing to play with
I spit like a fuckin A-R
This a lead shower
His own fans like damn that's some high power (hiiipower)
They say Stones you don't want it with Black Hippy
Them boys got bars
That's a buck-fifty
But I don't give a fuck
All them dudes could team up and come get me
I'm still rep for my city
Cause look I ain't playing fair
I ain't never scared
When I spit it's like a fifth with 16 in there
I ain't playing fair
I ain't never scared
When I spit it's like a fifth with 16 in there
And I bet I got some shit to knock Kenny out of his skippies
Jay Rock'll have to go get a new pair of Dickies
Schoolboy Q'll fall back without his bucket hat
Ab-Soul'll take off his black shades like what was that
Who the first to step up to get played and be a footnote on my Wikipedia page
I'll set the whole record label ablaze and put your Keebler elf in the face looking ass back in the cage
You ain't on top dowg just cause you on Top Dawg
So stop dog
Running 'round talking bout crowns that's not yours
You the hottest in the game by default
They need to let some more superstars play on that court
That nigga A$AP got bars too but it's a pity that he too bizzy tryna to be more pretty than Nicki
I'm the new Prince of New Yitty
That king shit that's between Jay, Nas, and Fifty, and Diddy
It's DOHH squad niggas best get with me
Or feel pain when I rain and that's word to Biggie
I was taught this a competitive sport and you could never let nobody feel at home on your court
I hope you don't think I'm mi-dad
That rhyme you spit it made me li-daff
But say that shit again and that's your id-ass
Don't feel the wri-dath
You other niggas better step your bars up and stop hiding behind your ci-dash
Don't get confronted
(Uh)
This my Jay Z flow tell me who want it
(Uh)
Niggas don't want it
I got 'em sick to they stomach
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Cause this the hardest shit you heard thus far
Keep it a-hunned