I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk) I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk) Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Haha) Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it Hello Marshall, my name's Colson You should go back to Recovery (Wouh) I know your ego is hurtin' Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (Hi) He like, "Damn, he a younger me Except he dresses better and I'm ugly Always making fun of me" Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (Ayy) Look what you done to me Dropped an album just because of me Damn, you in love with me You got money but I'm hungry I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me Shout out to every rapper that's up under me Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery Still bitter after everyone loves you Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (Ayy) I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (Ayy) But you're just a bully actin' like a baby So I gotta read you a nursery (Pussy) I'm the ghost of the future And you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts) I said on Flex anyone could get it I ain't know it would be you I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it (Ayy) Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper That's twice as young as you (Let's talk about it) Let's call Sway Ask why I can't go up to Shade 45 because of you (Brrt) Let's ask Interscope How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (Huh?) Still can't cover up the fact Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?) I know you can't stand yourself (No) Tryin' to be the old you so bad, you Stan yourself (Ha) Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please) Em, you're pushin' fifty Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff When you the one that called Diddy? (Facts) Then you went and called Jimmy (Facts) They conference called me in the morning (What?) They told me you mad about a tweet You wanted me to say sorry (What?) I swear to God I ain't believe him (Nah) Please say it ain't so (No) The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke Oh, you want some fuckin' smoke (What?) But not literally, you'll choke Yeah, I'll acknowledge you're the G.O.A.T But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (Brrah) Don't have a heart attack now (No) Somebody help your mans up (Help) Knees weak of old age, The Real Slim Shady can't stand up
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |