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How To Kill A Dead Body
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The Big Hash
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Maybe, I said too much You might be losing your touch Maybe you losing the battle, ain't over til’ it's over (Man shut down...) (I been at it for a few years...) f**k outta here with that weird sh*t You done when I say I'm done with you n***a... (I been at it for a few years, you been at it for a few months...) Yeah All that gossip you did on your last song Done turned you into a blog You should’ve been overseas, instead, you act like a broad You rap like iOS 8, I became what you should've been Like how many other Mollies I gotta finish to pop? Boy you should've stuck to pop, now you wanna be opps I'm really bout the wrap, you the type to run the cops Prosthetic B. Rabbit, you'll never be Hip or Hop You had to resort to info you picking up on the block “He say, she say?” We don't play those games You prehistoric pre-school H-A-S-H If I never said anything, you wouldn't be trending Enjoy it while it lasts, your career's at its ending Don’t act innocent like you ain’t live at Zeus crib Better humble yourself boy, you ain't live what you posting Taking these pictures that you share months later For your IG people, so you fake what you boasting Truth be told, I never thought one minute and fourty-seven seconds on Twitter would get under your skin You ain’t got no vision Clubbing and f**king b*t*hes got you c*ckeyed 'Cause all you do is think with your foreskin n***as mad I got Anatii on a feature, huh? J stand for jealous and it's one hell of a creature, huh? n***as say they made they sound that made me And they was right But now's the time where the student becomes the teacher, huh? Speedy put you on a song, you hit your peak in 2017 If it wasn’t for that, we wouldn't know you, huh? You NeverBroke 'cause you sold your soul For a platinum record, you ain't eating off of So now the devil control you, huh? All this Pallbearer talk about Biggie You must be Ready To Die, man Guess somebody should've told you huh? I'm tailor-made for this sh*t You just another Taylor Swift with a tiny d**k Man, we don't even rate you huh? Dreams Money Can Buy, but look what it cost ya Three years later, you still coming second to Costa You've been wanting to fit in so bad You got an eye tat, with dreads Hoping that the game would adopt ya You rapping like a b*t*h, airing sh*t you heard on the street Flip your stage name backward to Molley J Talking dirty laundry get you whitewashed Your beats ain't sh*t to these white boys That's word to Marshall and Dre Took a break from the game, came back like I never left And all you could say in a diss is talk about my ex But you stalking yours, breaking into her crib To check if she ain't with anybody else getting some better sex? You ain't a real n***a, whenever you drunk or sober You the same n***a who slept with your n***a's leftovers Maybe, I said too much, you might be losing your touch Maybe you losing the battle, ain't over til' it's over I read that you... you owed a few things... you're actually quite stressed 'cause you're not... after two years in the industry, you're not where you want to be I feel like I can rap, I don't know when you want me to start rapping, but I feel like I can rap [?] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, aye What's up with the foolery? You n***as ain't foolin' me, yeah This sh*t is not new to me Ain't non' you can do to me, (Nah) b*t*h we the New Regime You n***as is dead to me, yeah Can't read ‘em their eulogy Can't read ‘em their eulogy Somebody tell these f**k n***as it's about to go down Ain't got time for b*t*hes, so they gotta go now I said, tell these f**k n***as it's about to go down And if they ain't know, them n***as bout to know now, yeah, yeah You wanna come for my neck and be done with it Nah, n***a I'ma have fun with it Young Biggie turning that J to an L Catch it, go long n***a, run with it You pu**y, you scared, ain't no rules in a beef I owe you a record, so stomach it The only way you getting Reece on a record is shouting him out on your mini diss Looking at you sounding ridiculous, I did what you couldn't Then I did what you already did a lot better, I'm limitless They did not teach me forgiveness If you get killed, the whole country my witnesses Every dog has its day I'ma show the whole world you ain't sh*t to me n***a you been a b*t*h What's up with the foolery? You n***as ain't foolin' me, yeah This sh*t is not new to me Ain't non' you can do to me, yeah b*t*h we the New Regime You n***as is (dead) to me, yeah Can't read ‘em their eulogy Can't read ‘em their eulogy Somebody tell these f**k n***as it's about to go down Ain't got time for b*t*hes, so they gotta go now I say, tell these f**k n***as it's about to go down And if they ain't know, them n***as bout to know now, yeah, yeah
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