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Coming from a city with some small shit
207 rappers thinking that they are shit
Then they follow tryna get up into my clique
But I ain’t let em, that Matt Stacey’s just a big bitch
Kicking off, yeah I be flipping off
Fuck you and your talent, then I be killing you swear to god
Mixing it up, check out my style with different parts
But you sound the fucking same in like, every single song
Then I called you out, yeah but you bitching now real quick
Saying, nostalgia, „Not about you but movements”
Fear of failure, yeah I see that fear up and in your eyes
Whatcha tryna do, I’m tryna raise up the bar high
The flame is lit, i spiral up in a motion
Pop this game like a cherry, yeah that’s total devotion
Suck my dick, are you jealous, that, that I’m just coasting
And I’m still writing better than even when you try to focus
You day dreaming, you best bet just stop believing
That you are better than everyone, cause your not even
Just stop preching, bout all this „Beef you not eating”
Before I shove it down your throat till you not speaking
Sneak dissah, big bitch now piss off
Lying to my face, because your scared that i might hit raw
This song, I’ll take ya’ll, brad mac, yo bitch dog
Anyone you fuck with, I will slap you, on your wrists, bro
Fuck niggas, shit I see them everywhere
And I’m keeping it 300, yeah that’s everywhere
Tell these fake ass motherfuckers, what they wanna hear
Time to step it up some levels, main is coming up this year!
Oh lord, oh what the wanna hear
Bvang is my name and I’ma start it here
Why don’t you take some fucking notes
It’s like you cheating off your peers
But I will always be on top and you’ll be drowning in your tears, like
Concionce resting on a thin slate
About to serve it to you, here’s your fucking food tray
I just dissed you and it’s going on my mix tape
Rising up this ladder, bitch now what you gotta say!
I’m on a mission that competition has finally risen
Bitch you think your ready, but it’s my decision, you ain’t winning
And I can’t stop spitting, rehearse this verse when I be shitting
Cause you remind me of shit, soon I’ll give you a pot to piss in
Virgin territory, better call it Matt Stacey
He ain’t a fucking man, don’t even know how to make a baby
Can’t put a condom on, can’t even get it up for ladies
The only „bitch” he got, changed from John to mercades
So how you killing it killer, you just a gimmick
Dropped like 4 tracks, damn it nearly took you a min
Tryna get your name back out, yeah you know the sky is the limit
But you are nothing now that Bvang rep’s the game now he’s in it, bitch
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