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COMMUNITY 2020 Verse Of The Year (Finals)

Stove God Cook$

Jim Boeheim


Upstate brick-breaker
Still got one hand on the rock like cliffhangers
Big dimple all in my chain, nigga
I bet you get to sprintin' when they get to lickin' that thang at ya (Brrrt)
Ziggin' and zaggin', I'm whippin' it back
I wrestle with the package like Cactus Jack, that's a fact
Stove legend, bitch, I'm a whole seven
Double 0 GoldenEye through the scope weapon, my soul destined (Gold)
Big homie told me loyalty's a blessin'
Hieroglyphics shit, my name was etched in it
I landed when the aliens came (Yah)
I fell bad with the lean, her bag is Selene (Yah)
You don't wanna make the front of this magazine, please
Say my name, they get to buckin' off
Shit backfire like Uncle Buck exhaust
That kind of chatter is reserved for the niggas that's clappin'
You ain't shit but a packet of sucka sauce (Pussy)
This jacket came from Dapper basement
I'm murder mixed with pastor mixed with "Pappy" Mason
Syracuse orange, man, just dawn shorts
Feds ran the sweep better than Texas Longhorns
Had to applaud them crackers
They caught me lackin' early mornin'
Pourin' almond milk into my Honey Smacks
Crashed a rental Hyundai, I felt like Kanye
Runnin' the base like I play for the Padres
This Mr. God Face, they hope my mom break
My third eye wake
My bitch vegan (Yo), my closet is full of skeletons
My garage is possessed by a demon, that's when the Ghost is in it
Tell the record label they get no percentage
Mix the coke with baking soda
Shoulder leanin' in the pot, they thought Young Dro was whippin' (Woo)
 
Lil wayne timeless

I do this for my young, more precious than the Moon is to the Sun
I got more weapons than I'll ever need, I shoot you with each one
Talkin' cocaine out of Medellín, my ho straight out the magazine
You drownin' in the fire while I'm snorkelin' in the gasoline
Steady diet of heavy drugs, roll up kush, yeah
Like Pirelli tires on Chevy trucks, but still a Goodyear
They got every eye on each one of us, well, nigga, look here
I'll come catch your ass on career day and end your career
I got pistols I just cleaned, I been tryna get dirty with you
I got niggas on my team, they ain't tryna swap jerseys with you
I pop and that thirty hit you, them shots from the thirty whistle
Watchin' movies with a bitch that wouldn't watch a commercial with you
I'm higher than everyone but Almighty
I treat the white girl like a wifey, treat her like Aphrodite
Let a goddess satisfy me while I'm rollin' the tighty
I chop the hands off the clock, that mean I'm timeless, don't time me, I'm forever
 
Let's toast to my enemies, no, let's toast to my injuries
Turned my negative to positive, I don't need no sympathy
I'm the GOAT 'til infinity, I wrote with intensity
Plus, my potent delivery, I just hope they remember me
When them broke niggas mention me, it don't make no sense to me
'Cause they know they can't fuck with me, guess them ho niggas envy me (Can't fuck with me, hah)
But if those niggas get to me, let's say those niggas finished me
Bro, just go to dispensaries and smoke to my memory (Go smoke out, nigga, light one up)
Know a nigga I love got mad and ran to the internet
And spoke what he did for me, yo, you know you offendin' me
I don't owe you a penny, don't wanna smoke and sip Hennessy
And it's not 'cause I don't love you, I just don't need your energy (I don't need that)
They love you when you up, look how my phone ring consistently (Hah)
If I ever go broke again, bet they won't bring a cent to me (Woo)
They can't eat like I'm eatin' 'cause niggas don't know the chemistry (Talk to 'em)
Rockin' Bathing Ape shit from Tokyo they just sent to me, ah


Conway
"The Contract"
 
Benny on Frank Lucas


Bury me with ratchets
Let the feds tell it, apparently I'm active
Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes
Don't get carried away
I been up, and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on a pennant run
You needed soldiers, I heard you rented some
Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none
But look what I converted to
From lettin' burners loose out convertibles (Skrrt)
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never could point
You know pussy best when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in the joint
Miami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce (Uh-huh)
We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch (Nigga, fuck)
It was either law school or dog food
If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose
Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules (Brrt)
You gon' need more guns and lucky horseshoes
Never took an L, but a few lost to mine (A few)
New loft downtown and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now abuse y'all with lines
I'm in this black thing, Heem just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind" (Ayy, you crazy)
Two gold Cubans like I'm tryin' too hard to shine
Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive (What else?)
Two-car garage (Uh-huh), two-broad massage, yeah

Nigga lyrically bitched slapped Gibbs without even trying.
 
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Is it too late and any verses? If not I wanna add Young Wicked's verse from this song


I might snort cocaine with a stripper hoe
I was raised in the dope game since a little one
Any time I run out of my weed choppa get some mo'
Any time I drop a U-A man my piss would glow
Green! whataya mean
Smoking and coughing I'm off of this dream , off of this haze
Gotta get paid
I'ma be high til I'm off in a grave
If you been sleeping on Wicked quit acting so shitty get up and go hop on the wave
I get it litty its part of game and I been addicted and y’all are the same yah
 
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