This one for a diss on whoever you need it to be Fuck what you do cause we make heat I know you mad you ain't me The sad part is youre what nobody wants to be Nggas out here tryna use my name to come up They get the buzz, but they ain't got the game to keep up Sweeping the ashes Everything I spit is gas Nggas really mad they can't blast on the past Everytime I say it, I see you get upset Reppin Dad Gang and yours ain't on the set Ngga what's next? I'm still Poppin these checks My missions are for money, son Muthafuck respect Break yo neck, or have it broke Don't provoke I love the smell of gunsmoke Torture assault Til a bitch screaming my fault Piss on you because you pissed me off R. Belly, put the homies in the telly Posted in yo city, Stop fuckin wit me Who you Gon call? Yo momma's a Ghostbuster Don't make me make her crawl Tear yo drawls begone your thirst sickens me You nggas aren't my level just know you'll never be I reign supreme Hear me doing my thing This is Dad status get back You don't know about that I be where the clout at You be sitting outback Where the fuck you from? If you reveal it then they'll be coming. Let me tell you something I didn't make it this far avoiding the beef I chew it up and spit it out, ngga, look at these teeth You fuckin with a beast And this ain't no bear Grylls No cutting to commercial You can just get killed Real spill, you stepping to the real deal Been doing this shit Since nggas was riding big wheels. For any muthafucka out here hollering gutter You fuckin with the popcorn Hustle hard the butter Lo-cal cutter Less filling tastes great Mastering in tape since 1988 Greater than the latest I'm the reason why they claim it Yeah you got 1000 views The shit I do just make the news Take a clue stop yourself while your still ahead Permanent mute, muthafucka Ill just take your head Talk about my kids bitch Ngga let me ask you this Would your dad even show up Before you blow up Muthafucka grow up And watch for the hook bitch My kids Gon be alright Looks like your parents kid is losing Cruising for a bruising Let me make it clear and prudent You fucking with the principal That don't like students The grown up school shooter Pop em with the Glock knock em off that lil scooter Get it out your mind You'll never be this good No matter how hard you wish your suburbs was hood. Get it understood, you would be me if you could But the truth is, ain't nobody this good Ngga call me Suge When you step in my office Be a bitch all you want But I'm on that boss shit. My music longer than you been here You nggas like automatics But I shift my own gears No tears but that shit is a lie I'm like Johnson and Johnson when I get in your eye August to July you can't stop my shine I'm the Deion Sanders of rap Primetime On the edge of tomorrow and there's no more tickets Let's see how far you can get on YOUR bullshit. Big fella never jealous Money like a Rockefeller Listening to all the little lies that you tell us Embellish shit much yeah we know that you shamefaced That's where you get your personality in the first place The worst place to be Is somewhere fucking with me When it goes to the streets I forget my degrees Brass knuckles desert ease And anything in between I'm well-versed and known to put nggas in a hearse Check yourself bitch, like you said I am not him I'm not writing fairy tales this shit is not grimm Go fuck your mother goose Full your sippy cup with juice So you get it, I'm Thomas the tank You're a caboose I got a coffee cup older than your life Respect your elders, son Or you can say goodnight
