[Verse: Brigante] Fucking Losers Like You, That Make Me Do What I Do Make Me Hate Where I`m From, You As As They Come Everybody Got Guns, Who The Fuck Gonna Everybody Got Sars, You Ain`t Fucking These Why You To Be Ghetto, Tell Me What`s It About Why You Get In Where I`m Trynna Get Out Why Won`t You Just Be Yourself, Why Won`t You Tell Us The Like How You Only Load When You Up In The Booth You Ain`t Nothing To Shoot, You Even Exist You Just A Fantasy, Family As Weak As It You Ain`t Speakin A Bitch, Cause I Don`t Listen To I Don`t Argue With Broads, Cause I`m A Pimp But I Will Tell You This, As Far As Are Concerned Pull Out My Santa Clause, And Make The Burn You Can Call Me The Grinch, Cause Are Nothing But Hoos Just Another Of Phony Acts With Nothing To Prove
Ken Masters] Yo Now Let The Grill At The Rider`s Ride (Ride) We Spending All Day, These Niggas (Aha) They Claim They Want Fame Nigga So We That We Gon Make `em Some Stars Until The Drama Dies But They Can Go To They Holes Where They Mama Lies Or Write More Lies About They Drugs, Or Homicides Funny, Claim The Thug That They Abiding By Run The Corner Then They Turn The Silent Type, Wanna Conpremise My We Ride Or Die And Roll The Bitches That Got They Body Right These Niggas Ain`t Built Ain`t Got The Body Time To Break A Nigga`s Spirit Like The Amistad, Trynna Fool The (Who Run It) Feel The Ambience, Stars In The Presence, Kings Of The City Are Appalled By The Ain`t Say Names, We Can All Get A Reference Brains In The Info From Broads In The West End Masters, Flowing On Bars Nigga Stay Mad Cause His On Mars Y`all Niggas Ain`t Thinking We Callng Tards Claim You Want War, Okay, On
[Verse: Young Ayo, Hey You Mr. Guy (You) You In The Booth, Tell Me Why You Have To Lie (Why) Come On, The Truth All I Hear Is Bang, Hustle This, Hustle That (Lying) But If You Hustle Crack, Then Where The At ? No Proof, Dr Seuss, Telling When He Rhyme Like Once A Time I Was Really On The Grind There`s Lie, Couldn`t Out-Hustle Me Hating When It To D, I Can Take You`re Starting 5 I`m Only Goin At Rap Niggas That, Rap About Ki`s But Couldn`t Me 10gs, And These Niggas Dry Snitching On Tees, Standing Out, Like A Thumb To The D`s, My Niggas Please, If You Had Work, You Do What You Do And Wouldn`t Put It On Your Shirt, It Makes My Hurt When Dumb Niggas Act Hood, You Ain`t No Hustla, Just A Nigga Can Rap Good
[Verse: Jonny See There`s A Height Requirement, Nigga To My Name (Smarten Up) How The Fuck You Niggas Can`t Stay In Your Lane Man You Offered Me A And I Took It (Aigh) Now I Hear This Bullshit So How The Fuck Am I To It Look If This Little Survive Then It Gotta Be God How The Fuck Are You A With Your Factory Job ? And I Dont Get It, Nigga Im A Diabetic And I Usually Eat Y`all Sweet Niggas Evertime I See Y`all Niggas Y`all Bitch Out Waddup ? Now We Cool ? Then You Dip Out Talkin All That Bang Shit, Pull A Clip Out Sayin` You A Blood, Next You Prolly Crip Out I`m Saying, We Don`t Believe Y`all (Nah) G-35, X5 Nah (Yeah) This Is A Public Announcement For My Niggas (Yeah) No More Goodnight, Good Morning, Niggas
Jd Era] I Don`t Appreciate Niggas Sayin` My Name In Bullshit It`s Like Putting A Knife The Lyrical Full-Clip Do Shit On My Own, I Asked For Help If I Was Rapping Like I Woulda Killed Myself And Naw This Ain`t Beef, Missing A Few Ingredients Dog You Ain`t General, Stick To Being Piggy Back, That Something I Had To Do At Drake ? You Shoulda Seen How I Was Laughing At You I Don`t Beef Little Shit, Angry ? A Little Bit Little Niggas Get Little Recognition You Little I Don`t Do The Subliminals, I`m Addressin` It Littles Wanna Get In The Then I`m Suggesting It Called You A Bitch, Were Trynna Act Out They Challenge Him To A Fight And Then They Out So Tell Me How The Fuck I Can Respect You If You A Gangsta, Then What Part Of The Is That ?
[Verse: Hey Yo I`m Lost Can You Tell Me Going On In The Streets How It Feel To Count You Palmin` The Heat And Yes I For A 16 You Did 16 I Heard That Shit And Only Wanted The Beats (It`s True)
But Fuck The Money And The That I Drive To Set And Fuck The Women Thats To All The Guys They Met (Fuck All Of That) And Fuck The On My Songs And The Deals On The Or Basically Just Everything That You Strive To Get
And The Room Of Resolution I`m It In Here If I Copy Budden`s Flow, You Mimicing His And The Same Money We You Giving To Charity You Need To Be Giving To Littles To Him Some Clarity (What Up Littles)
Cuz Thats Your Homeboy I He`s Owed That Much Tell Him Pressing 25 Don`t Mean You Sold That And Breana, I Don`t Mean To Ya But You To Get Outside The Car To Shoot This In Parma (Tony!)
You Act Like You Hood And Niggas`ll Harm Ya And This Is Not Hating My We Call It Karma But Yo Thuglife, Show Me That Hammer Be Yes I Took A El On My Own And They Damage Me You Try To Up Your Lies Like A Canopy And Try To Pull 17 Year Down In Bramalea (I Know About It)
And We Got It Out For You We Just That Don`t Nobody Vouch For You Nope, Nobody Thorough Is Willing To A Cosign (Nobody) And You Don`t Even Sell Blow, You Just Blow You Even Get A Factor Grant So Stop Rapping, Go Fix Parts At A Tractor (Damn)
And Here Tetely T You One Of The Seven Standing Next To Me You Probably Snitching In Court, Accept The Plea And I You Paying These Women And I Sex For Free (What Up Sweetheart)
But Dog, How Did Start How We Get To Part We All Got Doing Bids Mr. Wishheart (What Up Cam) It`s Not Cool To Use Another Nigga`s As A Threat I Said You A Bitch, I Heard A Seven Man
You Saying I Hustle, My For Currency Coke Saying You Never Moving It And Currently Broke And You Risk Doing Crack Time And Hang Around Black Just So You Can Have Something To Say In You Rap
They Say Drake Killed It Young Girls At A Private School (I Did) Dog If I You, I Tell You What I Would Do I Would Cut Ties With The Cops And Just Make Them You Lose The Pack And The Velcro You Feed The Wire Through Tell Them Not To And That`s Even If They Require You Cuz They The Only People Recording That Wanna You (It`s True) With What I Spend In A Weekend I Could You Some Of Them You Got Money You Little Liar You
But, I Don`t Admire You Niggas Tell Tall Tales Good Riddance Aristo I Retired You!