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wealthmasta - fact wars كلمات أغنية

[verse]
ay, this is how it all goes down on this rap site
motherf_ckers cheatin’, but when i call it out, i’m the bad guy
wannabe detectives hawk around with their flashlights to try and find some sh_t on us, found out we lack crimes
so then the r_t_rded clowns tried to gaslight, these conmen soundin’ like asswipes
this ain’t a waffle house, stop the slap fights, usin’ alt accounts to alter counts, it’s a sad life
and if you claim that both sides are some lawless hounds, then you’re half right
been spittin’ straight facts since the day that these lame brats came at
us, and the opps hate that so my name’s trashed like a waste bag, better grab the ajax
cause i spray that sh_t like a f_ckin’ aimed gat, you still need a nametag, you’re a f_ckin’ placemat
haters got their blades stashed, claim that they better, but their profiles full of fake stats
exposed their asses and got nothing but net, like harden, now i’m the villain, marked on
top of their list of targets, claimin’ i do the same, but that sh_t’s all false, b_tch
if yo lips departed, then you’re either fibbin,’ or you’re l!cking c_ck, b_tch
cause you be twistin’ logic into knots, pr_ck, you the ceo of the snitch department
none of your so called “sk!ll” works, get challenged to a battle and i beat em with a drill verse
no one thinks you’re iller, and i know that the guilt hurts, so they claimed they would spill dirt
then claimed they didn’t have sh_t on us but that we’re just real jerks
but the opps could rape and k!ll girls, and they’d say x factor’s still worse
tryna bring us down cause they fiends, but b_tch my gun leaves sh_t blurry
there ain’t no such thing as mercy when you get criticized, shamed, flamed
villainized, blamed, framed by b_tches who spray hate, minimal brainwaves
your sh_t isn’t grade a, y’all spit so much lame waste there’s visible drain stains
zero’s higher than negative, same way i could win the whole melee with a literal blank page
cause we been making their numbers dip, so now they gettin’ unjust wins
it makes em drip harder than gunna did, they giving not so subtle hints
they really wanna suck some d_ck, acted all surprised when the cover slipped
reveal the truth, then the public spins that sh_t and now i’m the one who rigs
your mouth’s a bowl, your tongue is sh_t, you’ll need a shrink after this punishment
like you wanna vent, but this sh_t ain’t among us, you shouldn’t have tunneled in
if i gotta take the fall for another pr_ck, i’ll break the floor while plummetin’
and as of now i’ve handed proof, attacked cause they can’t stand the truth
so grab your lack of gratitude and add it to your attitude, these brats assume
they can attack the crew, they get smacked, it’s true, grabbin’ the mac and then blastin’ you
if you assh0l_s losin’ then that’s on you, rather go at the group clappin’ you
and plan to spend the afternoon addin’ to your fantastic and massive win streak by sn_tchin’ loot
tactics used include addin’ new spam accs to stack a few votes, but if the match was doomed
from like chapter 2 then what the f_ck’s demanding you to do the f_ckin’ battle, dude
remove em, it’s as if you f_ckin’ asked to lose, choosin’ the clashin’ route
these hacks so b_tthurt their asses bruised, act like you have a strap on you, you’re cappin’ dude
i pack a tool, you pack a juiced adam’s apple i’m stabbin’ through like a pack of juice
[outro]
ay, f_ck the haters

- wealthmasta

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