Street Dreams — Episode 5

3-0? That shit fabricated Now I'm here, ain't no wins getting debated Chilly's legendary You inherited his pressure Pop's name don't mean pop's merit Hotshot versus Young P, this about to be tragic Watch him call this shit a classic Rhyme in plastic ChapStick You talking my pops? I'm Young P, motherfucker, I ain't Chilly yet Your chain look plastic and as dry as your bars are Here, some ChapStick He rhymed the exact two words I said he would Difference is I made it sound good That's not the point Hey, ha ha, I ain't say it made sense, but that shit landed One lucky punchline, think you can spar? Without Daddy's name, would anybody listen?

Chilly made classics You make people laugh, embarrassing his path Convince them Young P without Chilly Yeah, I ain't fucked that I'm much more You keep looking at Chilly when Young P standing here talking about his legacy like mine disappeared? So everybody listen, 'cause the future is present The winner, Hotshot What, no excuses? You got me today Damn, maybe you actually learned something Yep, you can rap when you ain't sick Still 3-1, though Motherfucker!