I’m sampling the chorus from ‘Soldier Like Me’ by 2pac for this song
I betcha thats how I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just burpin
You think you challenging me will start Code Red
It didn’t, I’ll jus respond with something I wrote-ed
Your Stan and I’m Slim, you gon do some crazy shit
I’ll be too busy, and then you’ll drive off of a bridge
With your boyfriend in your trunk, he’s only a kid
You want to battle me, but I don’t take advantage
Of little puffs that start every line with the same word
RED, damn, that was shit; it was like a lame turd
I gave you my opinion, and you want to battle me
You tried to diss me, and now it’s so sad to see
That you say you’re 16, but you were born jus before me
Faggot, you 15, I’ll break your wrists and spleen
Jus for tryna say that you a year older, you aint 16
When I find you, I’ma fuckin light you up with gasoline
And hav your boyfriend jack you off with vasoline
Cos my ass is mean, yo Em, hit it
I betcha thats how I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just burpin
Before you try to say it, this ain’t really dissin him, I’m not lyin
It’s jus warnin him that I can drop good stuff when I’m not tryin
But when I do try I come out with some stuff like Eminem
Dude, I’ll nick all your rhymes and start selling them
To some wack ass muthafuckas and I’ll start telling them
To burn them like firewood to give them some heat
Cos that’s all your stuffs good for, but I’m elite
Even when I’m half asleep I drop bombs that make you weep
Yeah, I drop bombs like I’m in Iraq or Afghanistan
As if I’m tryin to find terrorists like Osama or Saddam
Even though he’s already been caught, by the Americans
These dumb fucks confirm he’s dead or alive, fuckin pelicans
Cos I don’t know what else rhymes with the Americans
So anyway…don’t fuck with me cos I got Soldiers
In the Ghetto, and Hostile Minds, that will break your shoulders
And we all got Courage
I betcha thats how I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just burpin
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