nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
honestly cash i never thought you could to this
i respected you i even have a picture of you in my room
but now all is f***ed, the whole shit now aint cool
you want to talk money? ok il talk money, whne was the last time you bought a new shoe?
you be in umtata spittin jelly and i be in queens spittin honey
yo lil money is playing your mind, erbody knows how you seek attentions with all those stunts
the shit you said abt me has made you famous
but be warned in just a few days you can find yourself in an icu uncocnious
you think you got it all, you call yourself a man, but you aint got no balls
we can do this the physical way and we will see who will first take the fall
do you really have to diss my a**, this lil carrer you have wont last
if you such a rich boy,
then how the f*** can yo lil bro dont have em toys?
look inside my brain, the only thing im thinking of is anger and pain
id do anything to get to you, even hire a plain
stop acting like you know abt queens, pliz the only thing you know is drinking bondizzos piss
dont even try to claim you rich
we all know your family survives bcoz yo mom is a bitch
maybe thats the reason you have turned into a snitch
you becoming stupid man, you sound more like julius malema
you been making lies lately saying you got a beemer
you a a victim of your own misery, just a useless f***ery
f*** crack boys, im givin em jobs,whic is my dick lickery
does yo mom have to be a whore?
coz them dudez that are her customers say shes never bored
cash im not going to respond to any of your jokes anymore man. im serious dude, me and you, we different . lets be like grown man, we can never be the same and hopefully you will die never knowing me and same applies to me.
