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woke up to a late call
it was from my dude rajan
said he needed like half of some gas, had a girl he was trynna get his game on
and i ain’t never sold to him before but we cool, so i thought
then i pulled up to the park
then he hopped out really take off
i didn’t even chase dawg
man i just wanna f_cking blow up on you
like an hbomb full of napalm
watch me call your ass out on a track till the whole city see’s you’re fake
off on a new plane, bottled the pain, call me a weight cause i raise bars
and my brains charged like an 8watt cause i think i just had a great thought
snakes all in my lane gotta take charge, making gang songs
when it comes to rap you’re mj, playing baseball
drop a track now your grave’s soft
tell em all to remain calm when i’m frustrated and just able to k!ll anybody with the trigga reloaded like trey songz
when i diss you i’ll do like your name and find a beat i can rage on
license to k!ll like james bond
i got a sh_ll with your name on it
i can’t believe you did what you did
with our past and the fact that we made songs
i could n_z_ all the plates that you adolf
all those ties that you break off like a sp_cewalk
b_tch i wrap circles around you, ring toss
got a mag drawn, and i claim all of your friends with the same shots and then i hit you last like an 8 ball
get sent to heavens gate when you get a pop but this saint john
it’s a dang loss
that jay the g
didn’t give his little boy ray the keyyy
to snappin on beats
you’re awful and rap’s in your genes
you stole so i had to compete
started with battles in class back in peet
now i’m makin racks and you’re sn_tching some trees
man you shouldn’t really be sitting in studios
obviously you do better on your feet
i got the beams on your new estate, so you can keep sayin that you’re safe from me
i know where you sleep
i won’t make a scene, ever since you ran from me
i been waiting for the day that i make you bleed
push your skull into the pavement, and see
that there ain’t no one taking from me
i swear to god you ain’t know what it’s like when you scr_pe just to eat, ain’t nowhere to sleep
so many nightmares my ass would just pray for a dream
is this middle class pr_ck takin bags from me?
you ain’t half the person that you claim to be
you hate that you ain’t hard so you play the streets
and think that some goon sh_t gets praised by g’s
i been waiting for the motherf_ckin day we beefed
you’re more basic than the beats that you write to
remember 8th grade? i’ll remind you uh
your dad is the owner of shout mo records
so trash even he never signed you yeah
wonder why n0body really likes you
then you go and take from the team that’s behind you
go and talk about that money it’s a lie foo
18 and still ain’t got a ride dude
gotta sell what you steal just to buy food
when your family would’ve been there to provide you
but instead you decided to defy rules
going crazy i got what you got times 2
don’t catch me in the wrong mood
i’m top 2? not true i’m past 1
act tough when you used to rap in churches
in between the pastor’s sermons
praisin’ god in your songs now you’re
soul is twisted rap it so s_d_stic
switch the beat and go ballistic, codefendants
you ain’t no og crip you’re a
lowkey christian
all in one day i can blow a zip
only verses that you’ve studied are the holy scriptures
writing while i load the clip
get your nose out my business just like a coke addiction
and i’m so p_ssed lil boy you’ll get bodied in an instant
you ain’t safe sendin shots in yo direction
yeah_ you catch em all like it’s a reference and
i’d say oh my god but hed prolly get offended aye
now low and be_hold
how’d i get into it with a polo g clone?
hit your block and then i spin it like a rotary phone
grab your sister asia teach that lil hoe to deep throat
cheat codes on the game i’m the goat at these flows
keep goin insane every bar and key stroke
beast mode
man even in your dreams you’d lucid
let it bang
put you up against the wall like a pool stick
you can’t hang
boy those skinny little arms ain’t gon do sh_t
you’re insane
if you think you gonna make it with music
david blaine
you derivative and chasin illusions
wanting fame
you ain’t even worth the bullets i’d merc you with…
you ain’t worth the f_ckin effort i put into these words i spit
spending your entire life on burning bridges and burgers flipped
come for me and i attack you with a verse f_ckin murderous
can’t afford to buy weed then raps like he really serving bricks
get a tourniquet
i’m going for your throat you lil worthless pr_ck
in a tournament, put you in the grave dj’s turning in
throw back to the days you’d hit the stage in your church and spit
if you’re gonna burn your bridges better man up and learn to swim like that
i need someone better i’m bored of you feather weights
i’m looking forward to better days
and your momma stay wishing you were aborted like every day
you ain’t sh_t, hit a l!ck? b_tch i shorted you anyways
come out and play b_tch

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