That was nothing, Jay-Z absolutely destroyed him on "Ride or Die". Whole verse was a killshot but the bolded was
Ayo fukk y'all, nikkas I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfukkers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all nikkas is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nikka ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap nikkas severely punish them
Especially those that get fukked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nikka out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
nikkas talking real greasy on them R&B records
Well I'm Platinum a million times nikka, check the credits
S. Carter, ghostwriter, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shyt tighter
I roast nikkas like ya, smoke nikkas like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to nikkas like ya
You know what the fukk we do and why we done it
How I bring it to nikkas who, probably want it
Keep playing, you gone find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nikka, ain't no joke
nikkas cat fighting with Jigga, kicking sneaky shyt
Making little tapes but keeping it secret
'Cause I kick that deep shyt that divide your peeps shyt
Now I don't know if you fukking with Jigga
Spitting that weak shyt, dog