Y'all Can't Win

I’m so dope I’m impressing myself
Challenging rappers of my status dogg is bad for
your health
It’s like swallowing rat poison straight of the
shelf
Or slitting your wrist then changing ya mind
But ain’t no one around to help, dudes hear spit
they like holy Toledo
Cuz when it comes to this rapping, I’m the one
like Neo
I’m Jackie Chan, bet a hundred grand I could take
out five of ya man’s with one wave of my hand
Your whole caravan get smacked right in front of
ya fans
I’ll have screaming “No Mas” like Roberto Duran
holla
They call me Boney Soprano, Young Luchiano, Bone
Guevara
Raps Sammy the bull Gervano, I’m sick wit tha flow
Lyrical tactics and back flips, spitting
ridiculous mathematics
Like it’s gymnastics, when I die, be sure to place
in my mic in my casket
And tell the world that I was fantastic, and
that’s it!

Chino XL (Lyrics Unavailable)

Chorus
Yall can’t win, against us
If you try, we will bust
You should know, we’re the truth
You can’t do, what we do, oh

Opposing me could be detrimental like a skinhead
wit a confederate flag
Walking through south central, it’s suicidal like
Kirk Cobain
Trapped in a thunder storm using God’s name in
vain, ouch!
Yall ain’t really ready to riot wit me, I’m the
Rocky of rap retiring rappers like Jay-Z
The Ronald Reagan of rapping yo that’s me
I been rocking and running this rap game, Chino…