It's like a lose-lose, already my rep ruined
How I beat dude we know will accept losin'?
“Under Achiever” was a under achiever
Almost thought you would come with the Ether
I know he got n*ggas in his camp like, "Spazz on him, gassin' him, ???? him"
Real talk, son don't wanna see ya
And Scram should've put both hands around your neck
Said, "You better get your head fu*k from under the cleaver"
I'm the one that'll beast ya, you got a gut feelin' you hot
I think you can't stomach a fever
I can't think of why a wack n*gga want it with me for
I'll leave my mark on you like it's one of your features
Think as how it feel to have Maino face (????)
I'm way ahead man, this ain't no race, stop playin'
I'm the bomb with the pen, I'm more like a bomb with no pin
How the fu*k is Saigon gonna win?
He a loss of interest, talkin' 'bout my son is senseless
So I'll make sure the dude can't see, smell, or hear
Can't touch, can't taste, now he defenseless
'Cause ain't a bullet in this world he could bench press
Speak Tahiri, I'ma speak Austin (????)
The one that'll suck your d*ck if you flossin'
Game old bi*ch that everybody was tossin'
The one that you legally begged for that abortion
So we both gone wild
So we both love hoes and it's just our style
Besides you think it's a difference but n*gga you goin' senile
I just kissed mine, and yours is the mother of your child
Shots peel at your entourage
n*gga couldn't get a deal on Entourage
So like how is it harder to be me
If I lose in real life, but you can't even win on TV
Me I'm, probably iller, poli’ with gorillas in your lobby
With the shotties and chinchillas
You a rapper or a bodybuilder?
I’ll have him in the ER with doc tryin’ to put him back together like a body builder
Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed
Can’t even get a bass line out of Bass Line
Look at the new kid, soundin’ stupid
n*gga I made Just more money than you did
The nerve of the loser
Keep tryin’ to hide wack a.ss bars behind the work of producers
And the word on computers
Is he MIA ‘cause he been fell off like Yung Berg on a scooter
So, him and his base flow need to lay low
Couple red lights will ruin his whole stage show
Could put him on my payroll
How’s he the Yard Father when I’m dictatin’ where the graves go?
Been years, he’s takin’ L’s still
Turtle couldn’t help him, maybe a shell will
Don’t look like a winner to me
Small meal to a pitch fork, you lookin’ like dinner to me
Plus your diss track sound like a beginner to me
Your whole shine is like a dimmer to me
f!ght who n*gga?
You better know how we get it in Jers
Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his words
Think he’ll be in an alley covered
And you don’t love the kids, you just want us to think that you Sally Struthers
I put you with the worst kind of men
Dudes who become everything they condemn
You would think that jail learned him a lesson
Until he brag about everything he learned in jail
Nah, I don’t think his struggle is lackin’
He did a long bid, came home, and had trouble adaptin’
Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin’
No choices, had to try his hustle at rappin’
Here’s a jewel, maybe you should put his first disc out
On Amazon, before you go frontin’ when the camera’s on
And the poor fans kept the hope
But prison is the only place he was next to blow
So he called me a f*g like he homophobic
‘Cause they had him on his knees like, “Homo, hold it”
Spun around, he’s screamin’ “Oh, don’t poke it”
It’s a small world, how you think Joe don’t know it?
Guess there’s where the lies get deeper
He went in a tight end, but came out a wide receiver
There’s bones in your closet that you can’t hide
Fans know you went to jail, me I know why
Sai, you ain’t brolic enough
Somebody better play third wheel and try to stop the fu*k
‘Cause I’ll put it in fifth gear, like who he gon’ threaten next?
Fill his whole body with metal, now he Weapon X
Had the upper hand from go
Shirt always off, “How Does It Feel,” D’Angelo?
To get nekkid like a down hooker, dudes outta down will book ya
Your whole gangster’s “Brown Sugar”
With no point to his vlog, had the world waitin’
Flexin’ for ten minutes like he had a girl tapin’
Just co-signed for you, said you had a classic
Now he got no time for you, wrote you off on taxes
No he lonely, vulnerable, lookin’ soft
Tried to help him, I been in his shoes, I just took ‘em off
To put it simply, how can he offend me?
I can teach him how to live real major on an indie
So picture dude upsettin’ me
Stop complainin’ and take control of your own fu*kin’ destiny
He blames radio, blames Atlantic, Craig Kalman
But I can’t blame ‘em, the panicked
Nobody’s scared, he’s like hockey
Retired for a minute, came back, and nobody cared
So for me to take you serious homes
Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin, maybe Serius Jones
To help write your sh*t, make your brand anew
If not, look for the Nation to Abandon you
Be mad at yourself, then ask yourself
You know I’m a rap Giant, why Plax yourself?
Dude went ahead, asked himself
He cut off his nose to spite his face, Mike Jacked himself
Ryan, how the fu*k you think lesser of me
When you easily the lesser emcee?
Thought it would be fun, but that deaded to me
This point I’m battlin’ my own perception, tryin’ to beat what’s expected of me
Nino Bless said you was a bull too
But I’m in widescreen, I ain’t see that full view
I know how your ho a.ss felt
Make it so you can’t eat, put an extra hole in that belt
Ain’t a gain in sight
Coco Chanel ain’t the only n*gga that’ll put “Pain In His Life”
Dead weight, get your head straight
Cut the track off, listen to your thoughts
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