Nigga I said it
I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad
Hmm hmm yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag
Twenty-nine for the thot
Uh
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set they'd give your ass a DP
But you civilian gang
In real life you PC
You know who really bang a set
My nigga YG
You know who really bang a set
My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And nigga Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea
Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here beggin' for attention
Nigga say Please
Always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just actin' like an activist
It's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck but what you really mean
I been with Black and white and everything that's in between
You the Black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby shit
I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him Say cheese
We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me
You a dog and you know it
You just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin' Save me
You did her dirty all your life
You tryna make peace
I heard that one of 'em little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cos if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me
Ayy
Let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass bitch
Hands on your knees
Hands on your knees
Hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake
Now shake that ass for free
Yeah yeah
Well not that kind of free
I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a lil' K
We call that shit a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him
I was starin' straight
These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said Uh uh
Almost started reachin' for my waist
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag
Twenty-nine for the thot
Uh
I was really, really tryna keep it
Yeah
Let me stop playin' around
Let me take this shit serious like
Niggas is a joke
I take it serious though
Yeah
Look
If Drake shooters doin' TikToks nigga realest shooter in your gang
That's P's brother
Y'all ain't gettin' shit shot nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto
Save it for a hip-hop nigga
You don't even be at home dog
You a souvenir out-the-gift-shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho
We ain't even fuck
I just lip-locked with her
I get active when it's war time
I ain't even really let my dick drop nigga
What the fuck I heard
Rick drop nigga
Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars
Let a nigga rot
Kind of like your old job nigga
House sittin' on some land but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball 'cos my last record deal was four hundred M's
These days that's a low ball nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas
Good kid m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears runnin' down my cheek
Laughin' at you pussies dyin'
It's a war cry
Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta
Payin' just to find a tour guide
Abel run your fuckin' bread
Need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga
I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrar for a rapper
Take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talkin' shit again
Gassed 'cos you hit my BM first
Nigga do the math
Who I was hittin' then
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cos they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again
Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of droppin' any shit again
Even when you do drop they gon' say you should've modeled 'cos it's mid again
Smokin' Fenty 'bout it
Should've put you on the first one
Tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach
We ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne
He a fuckin' lame so I know he had to be an influence
These niggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissin'
I just did a Kim to it
Nigga skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows
Almost had to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cos all these rappers wavin' white flags while the whole fuckin' club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights
I'm goin' on vacation now
Hope next time y'all plan it right
'Cos you gotta pay for sayin' my name
Guess now niggas understand the price
Nigga what
Ayy
Kendrick just opened his mouth
Someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your uncle at
'Cos I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast niggas do fades right
Come get this ass whoopin'
I'm handin' 'em out
You wanna take up for Pharrell
Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease and desist is for hoes
Can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate and begged 'em to sue me and get that shit down
I'm losin' perspective on beef
Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top
You Stunna and Wayne
Like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays
Kojo be chargin' you double for nothin'
They shook 'bout what Imma say but textin' your phone like We already won
You tell me what I shouldn't say but fuck it my nigga it's already done
We already know it's a twenty-v-one
We already know why you went number one
It's clearly because of The Boy
The honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about Fuck the big three
It's only Big D and there's video proof
Our sons should go play at the park
Two lightskin kids
That shit would be cute
Unless you don't wanna be seen with anyone that isn't
Blacker than you
We get it
We got it
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
We get that you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl is it self-defense 'cos she bigger than you
Your back is up against the curb
You diggin' for dirt
Should be diggin' for proof
Why did you move to New York
Is it 'cos you livin' that bachelor life
Proposed in twenty-fifteen but don't wanna make her your actual wife
I'm guessin' this weddin' ain't happenin' right 'cos we know the girls that you actually like
Your darkest secrets are comin' to light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
Oh shit
It's all makin' sense
Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was prayin' his features would change so people believe that he's actually white
Top would make you do features for change
Get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait
You say your brother Jermaine but you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh shit
Just follow me right
'Cos nothin' you sayin' could bother me right
I get off the plane and nothin' has changed
I head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's callin' it right
You're dead
You're dead, you're dead
There's nowhere to hide
There's nowhere to hide
You know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted ain't what it seem
You're dead
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