This Love Drives Me Crazy

[Round 1: B Dot] Till death do us part, Ave This is something we can't make wait You see, it's just like you with these toy guns We got a fake Drake (No disrespect, my brother.) It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face with this—what, nigga? If you see a bitch, you slap a bitch when you see one, nigga I ain't never been a bitch and today ain't finna be the day I'ma be one, nigga Fuck these punchline niggas Every line: gun, squeeze triggers Ayy, Smack! What's happenin'? Ain't you tireda the same show? All this poppin' with the straps from these re-run niggas? Wе know what he sung, nigga "Oh, that Top Tier diss? I had the bеst verse on that rap song! Oh, I can't get no matches, Smack. I just keep gettin' passed on." We hear ya, Ave! We feel ya, nigga; that's wrong You deserve a huge battle! Somethin' that sounded big! Now, you in here wit' a gorilla, gettin' blacked on! Won't last long You claim you mastered the game but can't level up You afraid to act ya age 'cause when you rap on stage, the content would have to be better, huh? So instead, it's just the young shit: you sellin' bricks, the Beretta bust "But Dot, Dot, Dot!" Et cetera, et cetera You ain't no live nigga! You dead to us! You no competitor! Old-ass nigga actin' young for the bitches Yeah, well, a shark is the oldest predator! I'm better, bruh Why envy me? We both old in this game but it ain't the same You need the crutches; I'm on my own two feet You joined EFB? Yeah, to make the news Now, you gettin' coverage from NBC And what we gon' see? Every event, you gon' follow the Crips? Well, that's type strange He gon' be in every scene, chasin' the Nuts Makes sense since you around I.C.E. age Quite lame! You was talkin' to Wolf like he was too old for the pill-poppin' The pipe raise That was fresh, man, but when he was in the tenth You was right behind him in the ninth grade! Dawg buggin' Y'all love him Birthed in this game old; now, he all youngin? On nothin' Don't mind me if I benj a man up I'm just pushin' y'all button Dawg frontin' Bitch-ass niggas on Live wit' caps My name in they mouth but not in they raps 'cause they bitch-made I'll beat you niggas up—quick fade! Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? Blood, I'll sock you dead in yo' ribcage! Where that bitch Tay? (Ayy, [?] homie [?]!) After you get yo' shit caved! Pacoima, nigga! With the Pirus, I been raised Wanted to hit the streets at a kid's age They tellin' me, "Chill, young Blood! Shit, you only in the sixth grade!" Smack, I couldn't wait to leave my small room, hit the streets, and perform on a big stage Shit's changed We grew up squabblin' Watchin' big homies throw bullets out the old Eagle like Donovan Till a nigga my age snitched on the same homies we was mobbin' wit' He got on that stage and told on all of 'em Waitin' on a verdict was the only time I was afraid of a large audience What you hollerin'? New era? Nigga, you way too old; don't waste yo' soul You prolly thought Hov's 4:44 was about fo' .44s but no, no, no See, when you hit a certain age, you gotta show the growth You wanna be TBE? You can't keep punchin', nigga! You gotta show da role! I know, I know! It's just battle rap—right?—so it's just for fun But you claim you put in work so we gotta ask what shit you done "Oh, my name Ave so I'ma hit the Ave again and lift a gun." Fake smoke! You never hit it once! In spite-a that, you wouldn't double back on nothin' but a sticka gum Okay, that double meant it's a webba lies if he spun! What shit you done Besides let go-a ya morals and get in battle rap to grip a gun? If you really did shit in the past, you would be tryna change the future In the present—that's how you gift to young! Instead, you sung songs to the youth 'bout how to ship a ton Just to have kids to hang witchu, speakin' they language It's snake shit how you split ya tongue What shit you done? We gots to ask him What? Lane-changin'? Road-ragin' like that shit is fun? Yeah, you gettin' drunk But all that drive gon' fuck around and hit me and it's a hit-and-run What shit you done? We gots to ask him All this yellin' 'bout the TECs; lotsa cappin' Where's the talk about buyin' gold as currency and not for fashion? "Well, Dot, you flip-flopped. It's either Piru shit or it's prophet-rappin'." No, this is a marathon; this race is about profit-stackin' We learnt crypto from a Crip, though Nipsey taught without that victory, we not gon' lap them Where's ya grown man talk? Huh? It's just not gon' happen? All these bars about you raisin' a handle What about stocks that's crashin'? See, here's where we draw the line You over 40 actin' under 30—improper fraction! Stop the actin'! I mean, you came out the Cave and started feedin' ya hunger It's like that Netflix show Midnight Mass Whatever you drinkin', Blood, got you thinkin' you younger And what spell are y'all under? "I don't know, B Dot. Ave come with the punches." Yeah, but they all fake Fat Blood ain't gon' raise nothin' but his heart rate Where y'all got this mark ranked? If it's over me, I'll give him the business... And then we'll see the Shark tank! Dawg fake! If I get to the point, you'll meet a shark fate Get stabbed wit' a knife I got offa [?] My redemption: [?] shank This the God, Nate! "Oh, my name Ave so I gotta rap about the ave to make it match too." Bitch nigga, we ain't ask you! It ain't the fact that you rap like you half ya age because you have to It's that you happy to do that garbage It's even more trash when the nigga glad to! That's why I'm at you! [Round 1: Ave] Yes! It's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face with this bitch See, this was one that the fans want But lemme say some quick 'cause I done had enougha y'all How you gon' love a drunk Ave but mad when I got to every fuckin' bar? What's the problem? 'Cause I done put in work for this [?] Been consistent wit' every verse Shit, I deserve to be cocky Plus, I'm grown If you that hurt, shit, don't watch me And that's why you gon' adress me as sir, Charles And that's word on these Barkleys! Nigga, you copy? If we ain't got problems, let's leave it there Mark my words: I'll put hands on Dot—we readin' braille! Bitch, I'm in the streets as well! Nigga, who afraid of bangers? You don't know me, kid; I done made it through stranger danger So look, gangsta I don't care about ya angles or ya preachin' My question is, "Are we beefin'?" If some [?] probably sneakin' Try to sneak me off the set and we shootin' And anybody can join Dot and I don't mean like how Rex be recruitin' So don't be stupid 'Cause I'm one-a the dudes that respect ya movement And reflect on how the ghettos affected wit' less improvement But the threats, I'm never cool wit' I'll shoot this large shotty that'll prolly list five percenta the God body Nigga, try me! I'm outside, B My stripes earned Hood starts to book smarts; all my lessons in life learned We was weighin' up and bought lead hammers He just seen shit when it came to the porch; youse a doorbell camera So where's ya manners? This image you portray for these dudes prolly fool maybe a few I mean, he say he a goon but that's these other rules blazin' they tools Shit is not yo' glizzy to pop corn—boy, you stadium food! Is dude a activist or a gang-banger tryna be active-ish That act as if it's action inside them raps that he cappin' wit'? 'Cause I will get this bitch beat up Or lay Charlie with the fifty—at least you can wish me luck! Don't give a shit what set you claimin' My hitters set they payment I'll put figures on Rooftop like Christmas decoration Can't find yo' location? Call Caps 'cause he on ya Or I just get a two for twenty like a Applebee's order That's how we board up See, you gon' complain about who I'm wit' How I move don't affect or help you—get off my dick! Nigga sick I'm with the team lowkey Well, go to the roof wit' ya principle They still gon' choose to lean on me 'Cause I'm a beast and ain't shit sweet neither; believe it We can throw it up right after the plate; keep it bulimic Man, it's easy how I whoop on this goof He start war—parkour; I'm on a run after I flip on the Roof What, you need proof? 'Cause, bitch, you know I been 'bout that action Thirty under the forty—that's that improper fraction Wait, I ain't gotta clap; I got savages that'll shoot I give a order, the baby by ya daughter—what battle truth? Lil nigga, you rattle who? Nobody that's wit' my team You better scatter! You can have all that chatter and bitch, I swing This battle can get y'all lean So if I was you, man, I'd tell this African bitch, "Bounce wit' that bark." Like Prince Akeem! Fuck you mean? It ain't just you that's movin' wit' hitters I got shooters in my platoon prolly cool wit' y'all niggas So involvin' the wrong dude a dilemma 'Cause as soon as a body drop, it's on Dot like you losin' at Twister You view the picture? For those that think Ave be up here bluffin', nigga, trust me You can get ya bitch ass beat up for nothin' And I ain't 'bout to fuss wit' no nigga either; the shoutin' [?] So when Rooftop shot, y'all gon' think we brought out the drones Bitch, I'm grown! And try to play me just 'cause you home All it takes to have my goons in the place is liftin' the phone And y'all gon' see how the crew do No Gs ride witchu few We all know B's side pussy Just call it Nunu Do you! [Round 2: B Dot] You think you top tier now 'cause you fuckin' wit' Geech? Oh, you the franchise? Are you dumb? Was it Rum Or did JC turn water to wine and give you somethin' to drink? Ayy, Gotti! You on point, God, the way you runnin' the plays And got a nigga like Nate under ya league What a hustle! Told him, "It'll be magic if you come to the West. You should kill niggas. I got whatchu need." But failed to explain no matter how many people you thirty too He still number one on the team Penny for ya thoughts! (Come on, man!) I just listed off the squad—aww, but I forgot Brandon! Damn it! I gotta redeem Wait, wait, wait; didn't I say Nate? So that means I had a real name up in the scheme Wake up from this dream! You got casted as a extra just for Geechi to stay in the league 'Cause when it's lights, camera, action Geechi and Rum ain't puttin' you up in the scene Joinin' EFB watered down what you built and here's what I mean It's like the lost streets of Atlantis How Ave is always gon' be under the Cs! Come up! Can you breathe? You'll ride any nigga wave to stay afloat in this league I mean, you movin' from side to side That ain't the two steps that go with this thing You fuckin' up the dance Followin' other niggas' moves like you don't know the routine Why go through this, king? Niggas playin' witcha character on story mode, controllin' the scene What good is havin' a voice in a group where only the lead vocalist sings? Y'all notice this theme? It's not for pride We liked you better on ya own, nigga; not gon' lie We didn't even notice ya career was resurrected till ya left the Cave and pushed Roc aside Ah, there's my guy! From 2016, that battle, Nitty No niggas wit' him! No hypemen; not even Gwitty No funny characters; just one nigga in the hood and that was Kenny But now you the junior in the Mafia—? Never mind; it's not a biggie! I just don't get him! Grown-ass nigga joinin' crews, huh? Fuck a battle rap clique, nigga—this rules, bruh! Two Ps and one B; this the sign where my rules from This can go either way but ain't shit debatable when my niggas chuckin' up the two-one These dudes dumb! I don't need a big entourage with the hype and gimmicks Besides, I'd rather have my back against the wall Then a nigga can't knife me in it! Can you cite the difference? When we see you on ya own, you one-a the nicest niggas Soon as you get into one-a these groups that already got a Mike, you Pippen When you was with the Bat, man, you was side-kickin' They was robbin' you blind You couldn't see at the time but ya man was the eye witness Had to calm this joker down with the Ritalin Told him he'll reach new heights and take flight! Then, it was penguin steps, barely movin' inches Was in the trenches In the Cave with the Al-Qaeda on the line Discussin' the crime business They kept sayin' they was gon' blow up the Ave False flag; I think yo bomb's still got the time tickin' This is divine livin' A 36-year-old that been through shit and dodged prison I could never follow the leada niggas younger than me still with the .9 liftin' In the landa the blind, the man with the third eye defines wisdom They come press me and find a diamond I'm one-a the coldest niggas; my mind different This guy's trippin' That's why I know you never been through shit 'Cause every punchline, it's the Ruger spit The toolie grip Or construction work: you move a brick You supposed to look down at the niggas doin' what you've done Instead, you look up to the niggas that's still doin' it You goofy bitch! (What the fuck?) Dissin' my nigga Murda Mook and shit That's a vet, respected You bitch-ass new era niggas ain't no threats to legends You ain't got enough [?] in the game to shake up in the race when he done already etched and sketched in Youse a fifth-year senior hangin' out wit' freshmen You was the Cave yes-man You still got guano on ya face How that Bat shit taste, pet detective? I do not respect this! Smack, lemme ask this question You tell me how it seems Don't you think a nigga that'll jump from team to team would also jump from league to league? I mean, you built up the Ave, give him a road to success He used that same path to leave I mean, you made him rare, grew you a breed... gave him ya faith! Just to see him on stage wit' a nigga sayin', "Do you believe?" This nigga's a yee! Jumpin' from clique to clique; you not a boss for that Gettin' put on anybody hood; niggas get offed for that I'ma be on yo' head like a Boston cap How ironic! I'm tryna keep my niggas off the streets and my niggas tryna keep me up offa Ave! This nigga's trash! [Round 2: Ave] I'm only up here witchu 'cause these other legends that you love to praise pussy Yeah, I said it! Nigga, one thing about it: they can't whoop me Y'all know this should be so-and-so spot but he fake type So they told me, "Punch on the Elevator." I'm Ray Rice But I ain't mad at this match or hatin' I get to snap to a runnin' back? Yeah, we in wildcat formation Ol' boy thinkin' he exposin' some secrets Oh, he can keep it! No cappin' Nigga, closed claptions: watch what you speakin' You gon' preach about the Cave today? Say Ave was made by Roc and the only way I got drive 'cause he paved the way? Man, okay I know there's some shit that y'all love to mention But fuck who need convincin' if me and Tay ain't got tension I ain't askin' y'all to switch to my view Just understand I'll still swing over Roc like I'm Skip to My Lou You come for them, that mean you fuckin' wit' me You don't think I treasure Chess? What it's gon' take? Until you under the sea? See, we stick to them [?] Give a shit 'bout who sold you Them my bros Plus it's a lotta other shit that I go through Kids, bills, crazy bitches, some mo'—[?]! Nigga, trust me: wit' Ave, you ain't gotta ask—bitch nigga, I told you! Expose who? You don't know me well enough to be judgin' Career-wise, takin' you don't help my status or nothin' So cut the shit before you start this façade Like I had to find dry from the Elevator like a parkin' garage Man, on God! I got millions of views, seen all the stages Battles of the year, impact with the rawest phrases See, that's why they gon' choose big fella And I made all that look hella easy with a ruthless record What could you tell us? I mean, you might be slick witcha writin' But see, ya impact ain't shit that's excitin' Gotti, Rum, Lyt, Diz who they hypin' You might help the Left Side be a strong side but they only remember the Titans and you ain't like them! It's like you just here for some quick fame Doin' all these preachin' but barely eatin'—that shit lame! I'm in this bitch to get change So nigga, you can cut out this image or die with that broke shit like Squid Games Don't be 'shamed; face the truth Them stages is the loot, Uncle Luke What you think was gon' bring a raise? The roof? Youse a goof! But you got the nerve to judge niggas' lives—okay, fam I'll tell you how I blow my money sometime I took bread from the Jey check, went and got some mo' change The Ice check? Gun connect; I had to cop some mo' thangs The Sikh guap bought my partner cocaine Now, I'ma add up Dot's for another house like a dominoes game We ain't the same! [?], I dare you to try me And they gon' read about Charles Burnely I mean like, "Charles barely survivin'!" 'Cause if he fire, dawg can't miss 'Cause once we on the Elevator, boy, it's up and it's stuck Call maintenance or we'll exchange fists Getcha tooth work gone Or back-to-back slams till he got a few hurt bones 'Cause I'm official with the scoop work, homes Y'all gon' see Dot on his head and Dot on his che—I sound like Mook vers' Jones! The fuck you on? You fake-ass prophet that get it poppin' Rockin' beads, flags, durags, kufis—goofy, just stop it! We can tell fraud already Oh, he got a method wit' knowledge behind bars? So did the jail call in Bellies Like, what the fuck could you tell me? Trust me, this ain't no pressure Battle-wise, ya status not as high; save all the lectures 'Cause really, ya stock sucks Plus he ain't bringin' nothin' to the table for his name to be pulled from the potlucks I mean, your Top Tier verse really sucked; shit was the worst Had the nerve to follow me on the song; shoulda went first Sorry, fella, ayy, ya blew it But listenin' to dude tryna get to the flow done made us hate the Elevator music All you provin' is ya envy Blowin' all this fuckin' smoke 'cause you attached to the roof Fuck, you a chimney? That energy don't rattle me none Give a fuck if you skip the PGs; you still hold the value-a one What has he done? Like, honestly, son The people askin' And we done seen ya contract, Dot No need for braggin' But you bash what we do for the skrilla But you keep jump on these stages while gettin' paid less than Crucible niggas? Oh, you just bitter! Wait, I know the problem: it's too much Twitter See, these fans got you gassed; now, you act as if you that nigga But see, he done missed the plot 'Cause now the Wolf gon' get his spot And they gon' add the ice cream right after they dip in Dots Nigga, what? [Round 3: B Dot] Ayy, Ave, we don't look at life the same and that's okay I'm here to give you the lens so you can see how they live They been impairin' ya visuals I'm tryna take you on a walk, man, so you can understand how bein' radio silent when it come to these issues is critical The shit you been transmittin'? Pitiful Low-frequency programmin'; the playlist ain't that original I mean, you fat, black, unhealthy, promotin' guns and drugs Everything comin' out this speaker's stereotypical But it's y'all individuals Who sit at home, givin' props, applaudin' the rituals See, it's an exercise on ya mind; it's all designed to condition you Look at the food that they givin' you Massa gave you scraps that you turned into dinner too And then you turn on the TV to see a live feed of a nigga bleedin' Receivin' the signals they sendin' you Yeah, you watchin' death, eatin' death... all in ya livin' room And you livin' proof (I'm really him, Blood.) Damn, Ave! Look what they did to you Got you goin' to war witcha soul and... Don't even know that the food and medicine is in cahoots See, the food industry got you sick; they twisted you All so the pharmaceutical company can say, "Ayy! Now, in order to unwind, you gotta take our medicinals." This is difficult They got you in a bond between two place; they pickled you On toppa that, you sip the juice It get you loose? I'm just keepin' it a hunnid, proof All contributin' factors on why that COVID almost got ridda you Here's what them crackers do Fast food and liqour stores in every corner for the animals in the trapped-in zoo You lookin' around at shit in ya hood, tryna figure out why it's attractin' you Golden arches; that's symbolic language—that's how they chat witchu "Oh, Dot's just tryna communicate." If you think about it more, it's cold what they got us tapped into This is actual truth Oh, you gettin' money in the streets? To the crackers, that's just scraps for the rats to chew Oh, you gettin' to the cheese? Then you get snapped behind bars They literally settin' the same trap for you This corner they got you backed into You can't afford it so you fast wit' food and splash the booze Unhealthy immune lowers ya chance-a survival if a virus is attackin' you It's like that acronym that you gladly use Fuck Assumptions; Check The Stats—we did; they prove That propoganda got blacks confused They'll throw you a rope, tellin' you to hang yaself And you believe the reporters as you catch the news This is all for views Are you gettin' the vision? COVID killin' blacks at higher rates for pre-existin' conditions High blood pressure from all that grease on ya chicken Ya lungs fucked up from all the blunts that ya twistin' Yo' kidney was fucked up from all that liqour ya sippin' And you'll turn around and get a shot in the arm from the same people that distribute everything I just mentioned (I'm really different, nigga.) Ain't no helpin' you niglets! What for? I mean, it was sick then watchin' you and Sikh war "Oh, while you was bench-pressin', I was out, dodgin' a bench warrant." So bein' in the gym is somethin' you wanna diss for? That's why we gotta have this discourse 'Cause bein' in shape for a prison cell is the only thing they got you fit for This a big war! You gotta listen to the lesson I'm teachin' Remember, you was drunk and belligerent Talkin' to Verb, yellin' and screamin' And as a man, he was calm, cool, and collected 'Cause the brother's a vegan? The shit that you drinkin' got you spiritually unhealthy You need to start exercisin' ya demons Are you findin' the meanin'? Ya brain's drownin' in sorrow from the liqour that ya top's absorbin' This black man done took so many shots, you would think the cops was swarmin' COVID almost took ya kidneys out without the doc performin' I'm tryna help you find the keys to life since you almost lost ya organ This is all important! Find a new path! This is not the ave to take Look, they killin' our people! Look how they kidnapped Jelani Day! They stole his organs, took him away These crackers know that they dyin' so they study our genetics, lookin' to stay I mean, they gettin' active, pocket-tappin' Grabbin' our genes, lookin' for change But you know what? But this culture is strange It's a fuckin' circus; I don't understand you clowns I mean, y'all entertained watchin' two black queens almost fight while black men just stand around? I don't fit in wit' y'all; it's nothin' you could hand me down "Oh, here B Dot go with the preachin'! I don't understand this shit." Suck my dick! You understand me now? Fuck battle rap! I only pick up this call for the bag I started off in the streets It's only right I end this all on the Ave, nigga! [Round 3: Ave] I wanna holler at you, Dot There's some shit I let rock 'cause I got respect But bro, sometimes, you do a lot and it bothers me, I confess 'Cause yes, you clever wit' performance And ya level of intelligence is flawless But dawg, it's still skeletons in yo' closet But you talk as if it ain't Be walkin' like you the saint And we often applaud ya art but it's awkward 'cause dawg, you fake Like, you can't just paint this image-a pure Judgin' niggas like you way above an issue—what? Bitch, is you sure? Let's look some more 'Cause why you got this energy like this When ya life is an identity crisis? First, he writin' like he Lux so they can cut you a check But bitch, that's bogus 'cause there's only one Loaded Word to Russian roulette I'm too upset that this fraud even known Like, how you wanna be somebody when you grow up? Bitch, you already grown! The fuck you on? Boy, you too far conscious Dick-ridin' other niggas on that vibe; you all on Umar Johnson This shit is nonsense I mean, I'm all for positive content But sometimes, you just come off like you beyond all the convicts Then quick as a light switch is, he write like his life vicious You got hammers? No, manners; you one-a Polight bitches Like, what is this? Like, dawg, you gotta make this shit understandable You panther or a rooster? Stupid, just pick an animal 'Cause damn it, bro These niggas vouch like it's all normal While the rest of us compare you to Malcolm... -Jamar Warner! Ol' Theo-ass nigga! (Fuck you think talkin' to?) We know 'bout ya life Both parents, the college campus—damn, they molded you bright You just refused to take the road that was right See, errybody wanna be Cain until a Stacy holdin' on 'em like, "Fight!" I know ya type On God, you a faker All these tales from the hood Don't get it twisted: you a monster on paper But you just ain't this woke in life And if you are [?], that shoulda been the negro that you showed ya wife but it's hype You see, we know 'bout them fights and the drunk nights She ain't like your narcissism so liqour became her vice Oh, the bounce was never little You shoutin', wanna hit her But do we understand? He got little Malcolm in the middle Nigga, you were supposed to ride as a man Find the time to build ya [?], pussy Put ya pride aside for ya fam But damn, you ain't have her back, killer You tryna spar wit' JC She out here, runnin' through rounds with the Yak, nigga And I figure times get ugly but lemme remind you, lovely You gon' have that evil spirit; out here is the Bride of Chucky I mean, what, B? The fuck we always gotta hear teachin' And you ain't even out here practicin' the shit that you preachin'? Oh, y'all can't see ya dawg is bogus? Oh, y'all ain't notice Elevator even make bitches panic? They claustrophobic See, this whole shit, I blame on ya pops 'Cause he the one who introduced you to this life, right? You say it a lot So actin' like you had it rough is just tacky Already had yo' daddy blood You ain't have to be no Blood 'cause yo' daddy! Nigga, you happy? This shit is exactly the fault-a you 'Cause yo' distractions knocked this nigga off track and this all the proof You ought to feel like a goof! Like, get this shit through ya head, G You was a killer producer and he out here just a deadbeat You led weak! (Look at him, emotional!) That's, to me, what it seems 'Cause you let him had them excuses which grew to not believe in his dreams See, he coulda been on the team, like, offered a few spots Insteada shootin' for the stars, he just stopped at the rooftop? Man, that's on you, pops! I hope you fuckin' prouda yo'self With the shit you done, why would you want yo' son to follow yo' steps? Unless he out here just pretendin' he like you Which is fuckin' dumb because he got a son that's gon' continue the cycle You see how life do? That's why when you try to hype up this life like you this righteous type, it gets me excited to fight and strike you 'Cause it's like he just confused, bro, don't it? His homies be like, "B rag!" but all we see is Malibu's Most Wanted Nigga, you frontin'! Ain't been through nothin', yo' scared ass! Fuckin' coon! Turn a silver spoon to a red rag Just to brag like you ain't made no mistakes Bitch, I will call up Ace and a real African'll paint on yo' face Nigga, you fake! I told you, "Fix my plate." Right, Smack? But they was sleepin'; it's time I bring my state right back Don't give a fuck about these sucker niggas; they type wack 'Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk—straight like that!