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Stay away from gang cause they do not accept the fakes

Yes I stay posted with hot heads if he diss we fry his face

Yes he like to talk up on the net like we won't find his place

Said I like to keep it cool but it's choppa it likes to bake

Yeah they try to say I'm capping in my rap Said the first one that come try you know

he wiped up off the map We ain't happy with just one you know

we spinning back to back If he dissing on my guys have his face all in his lap

Why you wasn't there when I was going through these rainy days

Told you that I needed someone who could take the pain away

Ain't nobody stay around yeah they just smile in your face

Yeah I'm feeling like I'm last but I'm winning in the race

Dropping back to back hits yeah you know that make the album fire

Get all of these week ass rappers out the game make them retire

Said he wanted smoke I'm finna spark ass gang yeah with my lighter

Every word up in the song is off the dome don't need no writer

Said I'm feeling tired I ain't had no sleep in weeks

Yeah you chatting on my name and look gang them they gon' tweak

Ain't no one gon' split my brain if so TMG gon' creep

Ain't nobody even come close cause I spaz on every beat

And you pressed about your hoe yeah she a thot she for the streets

And we hit him in his head he can't think and he can't eat

Yeah they copying my every move I'm who they tryna be

And he wanna be so famous we gon' put him on TV

Yeah I told you that I'm spot on with this 9 so stop lying

Why you on my dick you hating you a fan falling line

Yeah you look dumb with that bandana so put it down stop trying

Yeah we know you is a goofy so don't say you on that time

Bitch stop lying yeah y'all know that y'all not on my level

Bitch they call us the young reapers so go ahead and get your shovel

Stop saying that you bout a bag cause your ass is gon' fumble

Yes I'm bout to put up numbers on the chart so keep it humble

Fuck what you got going don't get fucked you know we blick you down

We don't spin with tens yeah my shooters they like 50 rounds

Yeah you on a link if you a real bitch then I dick you down

Never will I listen to a critic bitch I need no sound

Your ass steady dissing but I know that you was not around

Yes I'm finna be the king of the game bitch I need my crown

That bitch got lost motives yeah I put her in the lost and found

If he isn't shooting back he left dead all up on the ground