I should call it a night, but fuck it I cant resist: this one is for all the niggas from my city tryna diss. Without a response from me you really fail to exist and I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the shit.
See Im humble but I live fame, for more deals on the table than a Bridge game.
I made mistakes, I made some bread. I even made a way for them to get ahead.
Ive been hated by many, wanted by plenty, disliked by some, but confronted by none.
Take shots at em, I guess you could call it a parody. But compared to D, they one-fourth from watermelon to a quarter felon, dude you a pear to me.
Take a look at yourself, the mirrors revealing. If yeen got it, yeen got it the theory is brilliant.
Im like fuck yall haters on behalf of me.
Callin my ex-girl or e-mailin my mama, youre the only one thats causin me this drama.
And these haters pretending that its all good. Say that shit in person, man I wish yall would.
I hate the shit you do. But I still text you back and say I miss you too.
To stay with this girl, you couldnt pay me. I respect a woman but this bitch is crazy.
I hate gettin messages from you. Its like you know the perfect shit to say, fucks up my whole day. I thought that all these feelings went away.
Im a staple in my city, you can never ruin me.
I do it for the love. Bunk bed flow, always one level above.
I got the Hammer money, sweetie you cant touch this.