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[Verse 1]
Ms. Rios kicking us out, that’s that shit I don’t like
Calling up my mom, night after night
When it’s time to freestyle all you do recite
When I see fakes I just shoot on sight
You’re scared of heights, I’ll climb to the top
Taking breaks no, I’m not going to stop
All your rap is shit, and that’s the truth
At this rate I’ll be riding around in that Gallardo coupe
Killing all these niggas since day one, that’s my job
Go cry to someone else Kristi, I don’t want to hear you sob
Fuck with me I’ll leave you dead in the dirt
What the fuck is up with Kanye wearing that black ass skirt?
Oh you think you’re hurt, you don’t know real pain
For God sakes, you only listen to Drake, and Wayne
Dom, and Gio are my niggas that ride for
Higher than an eagle just watch me soar
Yea you heard me spitting that cocaine flow
Cock back my pistol, and just make it go blow
I’m think I’m killing it unlike all you fake ass niggas
Get back to 2nd, and 3rd you’re looking at the winna
Dalone rap about shit in your life
Rapping about hundreds and bitches man that shit ain’t right
[Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
Sneak dissers that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
[Verse 2]
Dalone spit some rap about the niggas in the street
Have you ever seen a pussy, all you say is skeet skeet skeet
Where’s all my bread, nigga give me some that wheat
Battle rap, niggas you can’t take the heat
Why you niggas all got to send hate on me?
Nigga I’m everything that you want to be
Riding around my town, wannabes is all I see
All they rap about is that diamond chain, and that weed
Me, that’s a pursuit of happiness I can’t relate to
I ain’t even rich, I can’t even rap about designer shoes
What is it in rap that I could being doing wrong?
Is it the lyrics, or is it the beats in the song?
There’s a lot of shit that I don’t like, and a snitch is one
Snitch on me, nigga you’re life and career will be done
Running up on all this niggas, all they will see is gun light
I don’t use fists, but our guns can surely fight
Did you see a ghost, you’re looking pretty ghost white
Songs like yours aren’t good, they’re just over hyped
Shit like that is the shit that I don’t like
Burning your tongue like hot Mike & Ikes
I found your mom with another girl, she’s a dyke
You’re adopted, you found while she was on a hike
[Hook]
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