Diss Song

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Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson (born November 19, 1989), better known by his stage name Tyga (an acronym for Thank You God Always), is an American rapper signed to Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Universal Republic Records. He first received recognition with his debut single "Coconut Juice", featuring his cousin Travie McCoy. Since then he has signed to Young Money and released his major label debut Careless World: Rise of the Last King. The album included the chart topping singles "Faded", "Far Away" and "Make It Nasty". He plans to release his third studio album in March of 2013 entitled "Hotel California". more »

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2013

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I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue

Yea, got some shit on my mind

Uh first off, this song, meant to be tooken wrong
Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem resolved
Heard it was you, I'm like "no not my dawg"
Went to school together took the bus and all,
Back of flashin' cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
Used to wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
'Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now his head off
Picked up a notepad, thought you gon' do the same
Wrote down the shit I saw, now I don't look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life you made?
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you down, that's embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told niggas we're related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hated
I know you think ‘cause this fame I'm probably jaded
Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated
For me, I don't care if that car lease, you in it you own it
And that's all me, being smart don't mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in that driver's seat
Take your shades off, I'm like (Remember me?)

I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song

Lookin' at my story, breakin' down my glory
Judging my highlights when it's shots like Horry
Always tryin' to take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake cuz you really can't relate to me
Your remarks, playin league out of character
You social past couldn't make a dollar in America
On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you niggas something to ride to
Gave you niggas something to get fly to
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive-thru
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
You're a fare nigga? It's cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don't need that
You like it? Buy it,
You don't? Don't cop it
Continue to be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss so I can't blame your ignorance
It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
I'm big event so go ahead and vent
(I'm big event so go ahead and vent)

I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
Listen to this song
This song, if you know what you say then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
I ain't tryna diss you
I ain't, tell em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
Make a diss song
Tell em play this song
This song
This song

Bells ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
This moment of clarity
I do it for my auntie's nephew, never had a niece
They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak
Don't mix them colors with whites as if it was bleach
Back of the bus, niggas fightin' over window seats
Tryna compete, (T-Raww's)
Make this idea complete
Ryan just got killed, who is he to blame?
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It's rules to the shit, but just it ain't a game
Give or take, niggas still gon' violate
Not up for discussion, load and cockin' and bussin'
You tough? It's always someone tougher sayin' f*ck we's in public motherfucker
I kept it 1000 to be exact
Went from hood racks to Maybach's, how real is that?
Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
Got pack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that
Niggas fire arms like they fuckin' fist gone
These simple heartbeats, that's a real diss song

Motherfucker

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