How you say I ain't the best
I ain't address it yet
But I need my respect
Let's look at percentages I did a couple bands rest of these fuckers in the negatives
How u gon say my raps is embarrassing u see this flow I inherited There ain't no comparison
From mv to capital hill they count me out still like what's the damn deal am I really not trill?
Now I'm in jersey feel like frankie valley do
I'm stacking these bands could cop a frankey valley suit
I remember these bitches I used to i value now I just pass em to the team like an alley oop
Shaq and Kobe shit that's what me an jakey on
Going up like a two story it ain't gon take me long
They really wrote me off called me soft
Now I'm chilling in the crib with toast and some grey poupon
I ain't even like mustard but Imma stunner
I ain't wanna speak on it but I'm gonna
Fuck those two posers that's on the damn clique
How u think it's gonna go when u toting fake sticks
And we pulled up to your crib and u ain't want shit
Ex bitch fucked the team and u took her back quick
And for the rat it why it took so long to get some cat
Well the cat kills the rat it's a simple as that
And for your boyfriend What's with the weirdo rap shit
I bodied u on your own tape that's why u scratched it
That's in the past nothing against u
But If u hang with a rat you's a rat too
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