((LYRICS))

You're not a real gangsta, You're not a street Nigga
With all that shit you talking, you digging that hole deeper
You claim that you hustling, you claim you got guns
Shut the fuck up, you just saying that shit for fun
And me bitch personally, I am not the one
You on some ol fake shit and I'm as real as they come
I'm the fuckin bread winner, you left behind like some crumbs
Sweep ya ass up literally and put you in the dumps
You need to step ya game up, na better yet jump
Cause everything that you say, my words always overcome
You a stupid ass, foolish ass bitch you a chump
1514 East south street huh?!
I'm a hit cha ass up and see how hard you bite your tongue
And when it's knocking at the door, your ass better not run
Cause I'm a bet your fuckin head in as if it was a drum
Tell your number one fan that I'm comin at her too
Your not tough, you rip easier than plastic
My words stretch from ear to ear like I'm elastic
I turned all your words into tricks, now I'm magic
An uncivilized human being, I'm a savage
You mad you can't have this,
My flow is so drastic
Its sad and unfortunate but yeah this a tragic
I'm moving 10 steps up while you doing back flips
I moved in on the enemy, yeah this a tactic
This bitch wanna battle, we can get this shit crackin
Its nothing to a boss, check my video, I smashed it
I hope you got cha seat belts on and its fastened
We gone be dashin and speeding through the traffic
You callin me a black bitch?!
Yeah that's me and by the looks of it, this is the color you wanna be
He-she or whatever you want your gender to be
You need to leave this shit alone cause you aint fuckin with me
And while you blabbin, you spittin out mase
Well I'm spittin out acid right in ya face
Meaning skin, flesh and blood is announced as erased
Meaning you in the ground, after that pick ya place
Your nothing but some garbage, your just a fuckin waste
And your like a shootin target, I'm aiming atcha face,
Neck,chest and ya heart bitch, run for god sake
But you aint going no where, this some shit you gotta take
I know ya momma said you gotta fear your fears, well its today
You're going up against a boss and that's the price you gone pay
And by the looks of her, she aint got no money anyway
By the looks of her, she aint nothing but a wanna be
Talking bout she got guns and vest, putting bodies in the grounds
Claimin that, that you the hottest, you the baddest in ya town
Now bitch how you sound cause it sound like you're reciting
I'm a flashy ass bitch, call me lightning
And enlight me cause your words don't excite me
I bet by the end of the song you wanna fight me, Bite me
Cause you can get tossed like salad
Get dipped like ranch
And want peace like Khaled
That bitch I am and this is not a fuckin ballad
You a simple ass whore I destroy call me havoc
You claim you getting money but you livin in the attic
You a dike ass kitty kissin whore, that's some sad shit
I trash shit, and this is way far from the end
This is more like the beginning and my mission is to win
I really like dogging bitches, I'm a make this shit a trend
I guess I'll make a clothing line and call it "overall 10"
Cause a scale from 1 to that, ya'll know where I weigh in
And I'm patiently waiting for a bitch to break in
If ya'll can find one above me, can ya'll bring her to my crib
Cause I'm sittin here bored, runnin around with fuckin kids
Youngstown is where I live and its starting to be a trip
Rest In Peace Terrell Rolland, You my nigga til the end
I thank ya'll for my time and I get at ya'll once again
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