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yeah, still u
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can honestly
wit any nigga, the pain
my odyssey
a nigga, steal his chains
no diamonds in piece
i been on yall for years
now u hard? i got scars bigger than individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont even rhymes
actin you rhyme harder than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just up and now the heats on you
nigga you must be or jokin'
got 50 and now its time for change
shady records lookin like a broke dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you even stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas in his pocket
dont you niggas see? he let you come and get
you dissin me? you is unfinished business
fuck is you niggas be?
on every other nuts in the industry, you find and meet
from rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them niggas wrote you a rhymes a
niggas is in the streets, lie for me
its 'cause they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, shit
jealous ass niggas, i gotta prove shit
means you could die from the felt response
fear my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton
except playin carreer russian roulet
there'll never be another album, whatchu bet
who aint eatin? im a
on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and them ass nikes
minus the stud, the ugly ass wife
dont know what it takes to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each show up late to the gym
so i said that you niggas is
that asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for that
niggas up to the turf, everybody think yall whack
what... you gon' write a record to the earth?
you is gay statistics
the world know who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
long as niggas is ya pictures
you just dummies, you money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim sees the mistakes that he
treatin like dre treated hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter yall
niggas the cloth that i wipe my gun down with is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is
i got ya coach on the sideline his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...