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the hypocrisy

look

if you had the same n_ggas doin’ thriller sh_t for pennies
what is yo’ fans gon’ think ‘bout the dead weight that’s still in yo’ lineage?
the math ain’t mathin’, and the bills don’t add up like a hidden figure
you couldn’t hold a torch next to me, not even with the light bill
swear i been deadin’ these n_ggas, i shoulda got a will
they put me in a box, and i drew an m on it like mclovin
who else gon’ tie the knot? i got ‘em stressin’ out like a groom
these hands rated e for everybody, even the groom
you had the mask on, actin’ bad, but it’s bad luck when the script switches
the mirror would have me screamin’, blackin’ out, seein’ double visions
you can’t split the dirt from your face, you not on a man in the mirror mission
the same f_ck n_ggas gettin’ dirt ‘bout me had to beat it like billie jean it—
actin’ like they step on blocks, but they moonwalk when they see sh_t
fake smooth criminals, postin’ like they pushin’ white
’til the black & white got ‘em readin’ rights
might teach you n_ggas how to stay on beat ‘cause our life’s an instrumental
the same hoes gettin’ passed, sequenced, looped—this ain’t coincidental
i really shouldn’t have gave you n_ggas any of my time
cuz this sk!llahoes actin’ younger then the b_tches they tryna slide
last b_tch on line/online was from mexico how ironic
cuz you throw green card jokes, when you the one with minors in the comments
that’s real life, what i’m typin’ ain’t a typo
your whole existence one big contradiction in a slideshow
mayback the only real n_gga, unless he online searching for type beats
cuz all i see is a bunch of alts since scotty left, mirroring’ they speak
they talking sh_t ‘til they team don’t exist
then gotta look in reflections just to know who to diss
how you’d say my sh_t don’t pop ’cause they off beat?
i’d say your sh_t only listenable ’cause of the beats
maybach poppin instrumentals while you popping excuses
setting script to text to speech like you hiding’ from your losses
how you throw shade at the sh_t that i do?
if a.i writin’ my sh_t, then it’s doin’ more than you
n_gga, it sound like the ghostwriter need me instead
the way you b_tch ‘bout my bars but ain’t even been fed
this n_ggas f_cking delusional, soi’ll let ‘em believe
but you don’t spit what you know, you just spit what you dream
i’m telling you not to push me when i’m on album mode
i don’t wanna train my wrist with some p_ssy n_ggas
the lighter the glove from me, the darker your fate gon’ be
hand out for a stretch, but the reach ain’t free
you ain’t smooth enough to criminal me
same story, different page, bro, only twist is your fate, though
she ain’t read the obituary? guess she skipped to the late show
you ain’t a shooter, your clip got a safety
only rounds you let off was a digital playlist
all that cappin’ in yo’ raps? we dismiss it as basics
pull strings on a fake thug like the b_tches in lace wigs
i can’t gasp why people prize you, soundin’ like they fillin’ papers for commissary labor
va striker how you choke on a drill, got no clips to your name but you spinnin’ a favor
father had to stretch his hands, stop alysa from gettin’ injected
you claimin’ abs, but only v12s pump in this p_ssy’s direction
you ain’t flexin’ no stomach, just tuckin’ a section
only cuts he ever got was a doctor’s correction
i sent ts to sk!lla baby, ask him, “what you think ’bout your fanboy?”
lil’ dude on discord doin’ d_ck reports, should’ve been a scan toy
say you bulletproof? well, that ain’t apply to your whole team
cuz if the reaper press in the box, you won’t reload screens
n_gga tried to call me “400 degreez” but he ain’t even ready
you a third juvenile caught, but we ain’t talkin’ ‘bout brewton in the chevy
three teens dropped, your gang all dead on arrival
while you duckin’ the net, actin’ suicidal
you skippin’ class, talkin’ bout schoolin’ rivals
but we see more x’s on your track than a bulletproof title
i don’t lie when i see a good char
like a hollow_tip guitar, i let the metal talk and it sing from afar
same n_ggas who sing for they life swingin’ with bars
you n_ggas need to change for good, this cr_p is reckless
most n_ggas rap to get out they hoods, you just rap to buy headless
i don’t need to match your tempo, you off_beat regardless
you movin’ like labels when the masters get tarnished
tryna jack son’s style, but your catalog alts, how can’t n_ggas see?
it’s a “man in the mirror” moment when you don’t like what you see

- taqexs

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