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No surrender, no retreat
You don't see no white flags waving on my side
No mercy
Mama say something wrong with me
She might be right, take em back
My town, wintertime, bitch try and hurt me
Down to the prison time, a bitch try and murk me
So called friends are claiming right until the end
It ain't even dinner time, they trying to dessert me
Watching the world through my rear view
Or through a night scope, to get a clear view
Look around, and see trouble all near you
Two rottweilers like bitch I double dog dare you
Your best bet would be to quit with the death threats
of shooters, Kentucky winning your death bet
Pass the rock before your ass get shot
And you become a laughing stock till caskets drop
Real shit, middle finger as I pass the cops
That's why I dress in all black just to match the glock
Just to match the glock
And it's all fun and games till your ass get shot
Okay, voice a little raspy, it's too hard to grasp me
Pass me, you'll get your ass beat, bitch tax free
I catch you slipping as you stepping out your taxi
Pull up in a black Jeep and throw him in the backseat
The big bad wolf, bitch, f*ck a black sheep
And cask, you're not even a threat if you ask me
I say you're not even a threat if you ask me
Yeah, okay
F*ck em, how dare you treat me like a rookie
I'm only 5'7 so they tend to overlook me
Lucky I'm the four and leave clover in the field
I'm the wishes in the well, I'm the fortune in the cookie
Yeah, I ain't scared of shit, I keep a pair of clips
Spray the Mac, lay em on his back like a therapist
They keep comparing us to these weak lyricists
And it's embarrassing that they would even make the comparison
Especially to Kelly, machine gun who, f*ck with me
I'ma show you what a machine gun do
And if I decide to let a machine gun loose
You better pray to the Lord your machine gun proof
Cause I ain't fucking around
Promise you that I'ma keep on shutting it down
Till I'm stuck in the ground for real
This ain't a get along great with these white rappers
Get it right, hoe, I don't even like rappers
What you asking for
Tell the motherfuckers pass the torch
And Macklemore, you cocksucking motherfucker
What the f*ck you even rapping for
I mean, Yellow Wolf made a song called Pop the Trunk
Went and got the pump, never even tried to pop it once
Yeah, it's not so fun when a rabbit has got the gun
But like a counterfeit dollar bill, boy, I'm not the one
Not to be fucked with, I'm back on that f*ck shit
Like a slut trick, that sucks dick, you suck, bitch, blow me
Tell these motherfuckers get to know me, chuck, hoo
I say the one and only, motherfucker, good luck
Just ask your neighborhood crack dealer
Boy, I'm that iller, the death of Mac Miller
Yeah, so tell the motherfuckers stay back
Before they find a dead body in a haystack, haystack
Oops, my bad, did I say that
Hay tracks, man, let em know that I slate raps
And say shit I can't take back
Hey, but I don't talk shit, I just state facts
G-Eazy, B-Eazy, please, believe me, we greasy
Yeah, we don't give a f*ck about the other side
We the best until somebody put me otherwise
Yeah, drive-bys out of Cherico
Hey, my youngest shoot when I tell him to
Who the competition, who, huh, Derek Lu
I mean, beside Legacy, boy, there's very few
Honestly, man, really, who can f*ck with me
Logic, Lil Dicky, huh, Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky, you can't be serious, look, okay
F*ck a diss track, I put your shit back
And leave you where it ditch at so you can never diss back
The riff-raff and chit-chat, bitch, forget that
Click-clack and watch the police get dispatched
Nation of misfits, this shit was mismatched
Break his bitch ass in half like a Kit-Kat
Tell him to get back, cause if this shit don't work out
Then I'ma put a bullet in his six-pack
I make money, make money to make more
And if I start making money, then I'ma take yours
I hold him over the open fire and make s'mores
Round spray, the ground shakes and breaks floors
But f*ck it, they can all die
If they want beef, they get beef with drinking a small fry
I mean, after all I, you know they told you all lies
Never even met the boss, nothing but a ball guy

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