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I was there when you got locked up When you got that bitch knocked up Now faggot you fucked up Only thought with your nuts Tryna get in my ex and bust Yeah homie good luck You’re gonna need a machete You’ll be fumbling through her brush, yuck Fuck you bitch, you’re nothing to me Built you from your hands to feet Gave you a plate, so you can eat You had a girl, but you would cheat With my own ex, yeah you Hailey Didn’t mean to spill the tea Oh wait yeah I did, so fuck you T I’m exposing everything Like you and Lani’s damn kiddie You won’t give it anything What the fuck, are you kidding me You really are shit with family Were friends now fiends, you’re dead to me I’ll kill my son, he’ll rest in peace But not until he’s hearing me Now you best be listening You say that we’re brothers Then treat me like we’re not Heard about your lil crush You’re a pathetic ass thot You best stop flipping Before I make you flop Oh shit you already did When your trash EP dropped, DAMN! Here you come, here you go Trash ass flow, oh no no It ain’t icy, it ain’t cold Take it back to Chicago Take that mask you wear too You ain’t scary, you just a fool Who stay crying big ass pools Over girls that you would lose Cause you’d yell and you’d abuse Then wonder why they leaving you Just stop stalking them at school And stop acting like you’re cruel Trust me homie it ain’t cool You just looking like a tool (Just stop you ain’t fooling anyone) Nah bro you can’t be Freddy Oh trust me, you ain’t Jason Fuck it let me be petty You’re more like O.J. Simpson Beating on Lani Leaving bruises on her thigh So they couldn’t be in sight But now I’m shining the light Made fun of Kenya When you’d see her ass cry Right before she saw you A relative died Then y’all broke up You’d stalk her to her ride Hard to be on your side When all you do is lie You’d say this and that On how she’s whack But then you won’t Support with facts Like come on man Now be a man And next time man Don’t threaten That shorty, Ari’s ass Saying that you’ll Kill her ass Put her in the grass Then blame Kenya You’re in the can That’s just whack And she didn’t know Til after the fact And when she heard Her ass would laugh (Hahaha) Let’s talk about stats, how I founded your ass Put you on the map with some features on tracks But now your ass is the thing of the past Known as the guy who’s on Thomas’ raps Damn, that’s sad. Actually it’s quite mad Just 2 years ago my rapping was straight trash But now I’m flowing, now I’m owning, now I’m growing Sorry homie how ‘bout next time you stop wit yo hoeing And quit acting like a phony, to your brodies Then you wouldn’t be so lonely Now you’re stuck with my ex Who I also got to blame Oh trust me she ain’t safe ‘Bout to shit on both your graves Yeah I cheated, I’m ashamed Oh wait, no I ain’t Had your friend swing on me I was like oh no way Told you two to part your ways You looked at me and said okay Bitch you lied right to my face You’d still text him everyday To see if he is still okay Said you was lying To protect his lil brain Oh boo hoo, I hope he’s great Nah fuck that bitch Jose Next time you wanna lie I’ll make sure he slits his veins