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[Hook: Danny Marsala]
You ain’t fucking with the kid
Ain’t nobody better the motherfucking kid
As I look around, they got nothing on the kid
All these motherfuckers got nothing on the, nothing on the, nothing on the
[Verse 1: Danny Marsala]
Hes speaking in 3rd person
Cause you turned Danny to a cocky version
Alot of new rappers, and fags jerking that claim they put the work in
Gotta fuck with me on this I spit on the hottest hits
And I only fuck with her if she’s the hottest bitch
Shit I don’t like I gotta list
Smoke hella weed, I never lost consiousness
People do the craziest shit for the green
Tired of people who talk behind me when I see them they quiet like Mr Bean, anything you do or say, I’m there to intervene
My whole life, that’s what people did to me
These ain’t rappers they actors that never did a scene
Know a couple things, right now or in a dream
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Danny Marsala]
My lifes like a movie, everydays filled with doobies
Another beat killed by yours truly
If I offended you, fucking sue me
Your quote on quote new style I bet you found it through me (thats cool with me)
I ain’t catching feelings man
What goes around comes back around like a ceiling fan
Anything negative I ain’t hearing them
Try and diss me your careers to a nearing end
What I do, ain’t enough?
Just cause he from the white part of Elmont he fucking sucks?
Huh? only smoke bomb don’t fuck with mids
Difference is I don’t spit fibs that’s why
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