Diss the man above you one bar.
If i ever asked u bitches to kill id probably get a bunch of nos n maybes
Shots to ur head as i watch ur mental breakdown like tyrese crying for his babies
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Diss the man above you one bar.
If i ever asked u bitches to kill id probably get a bunch of nos n maybes
Shots to ur head as i watch ur mental breakdown like tyrese crying for his babies
I'll come to ur drug spot vick you then have ur block in fear
You'll never have your Corner Back when i leave ur blood flooding like its Richard Shermans tears
U got No taste bud... ur bars are softer than mud
Wen it comes to text, ur gonna get shot till ur mouth waters w/blood
im the general of my team, we'll line up w/ glocks quick
if u Shoguns we'll start shootin ur whole line-up on some firing squad shit
Winner gets an interview and a accomp
duel automatics aimed at ya dome, i got army uzi's
these two arms pointing out looking for ur brains like a zombie movie
symphony for ur death, you'll die so vividly
end w/ a harp on a cloud to watch the soul of algorithmically
ur a faggot, call him a mess.. he at the mall in a dress
u can catch Heisman chasing every night tryin to catch balls in his chest
u a boss but ima beast, leave you bleedin when i knuckle ya face
have you Lincoln all over ya balcony soo bad, they'll have flashbacks all over the southern states
ya whole life u been a punchin bag, my fists crack ya lips
cuz this Dufresne is weak as fuck & hes always being dragged thru shit