| Hm, hm, hm
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| Hm, hm, hm, hm
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| You dare test me?
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| Zeeshan
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| Ares looking down on the boy feeling like he at the top
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| Now you better listen 'cause this nigga never wanted hippodrome
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| But I gotta let them know you’re a flop
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| Not a single boom with four records on the trot
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| Now the little Ben was mad that his records never popped
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| Till he spoke about his idol, now he’s going viral
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| Biggest song you’ll ever make is author of the Bible
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| I’m the creed of the crop, the rocky with the cash
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| While you’re tryna say the words, suffering succotash
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| Baby panicking awkward like mannequin, motherfucker, we’re battling
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| This the fall of the Anakin, make you missing like Madeleine
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| You’re a fan, FIFA to the football to the rapping
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| My reply got you jizzing, was fishing and baited the stan
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| Please don’t speak again, hold up with your venting
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| Ain’t it wonderful that I’m out here reinventing your career?
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| Keep it measure for measure where is your Isabella? |
| (Hm)
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| Shawty left and you struggled to keep it all together (Ayy)
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| Not the first time you’re dissing, remember me and Weller?
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| Looking back at that reinstating that you’re a fan forever
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| Fuck your grade five, you don’t need to lie
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| Glad I made you better 'cause your other shit was dry
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| Had to make you wait 'cause I’m always up lifting
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| Scrawny with your size, maybe try some weightlifting
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| Between me and you, no one wants to be you
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| Looked at your past, even you know it’s true
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| Look at that baby face (Huh?), look at that baby face (Huh?)
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| You can’t intimidate
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| Boy, it’s my creed to assassinate, I’m not one to agitate
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| Crying that my roster overpowered like the Golden State
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| Corny rappers tryna build a coup so they can elevate
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| No one’s even ever heard of you
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| Until I commentated and slated, got irritated and hated
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| But deep inside, you’re elated, you even tweeted and rated
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| The lyrical miracle, this is you peaking at pinnacle
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| Taste of your medicine going and flowing at minimal
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| Show me you’re unusual, spit a verse where I’m not as a feature
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| Bet it’s never better than the dissing at your teacher
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| Bet it never blows up all according to your preacher
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| Calculated moves, I’m the instigator
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| Forever in my shadow blessing like your given name
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| I’m drinking Desperado, you can’t even do the same
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| Commend your new bravado, thank me 'cause I’m here to blame
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| And if we ever played, I’ll still beat you at a FIFA game
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| Dax (C'mon)
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| Stop it, man, you ain’t that (That)
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| Poor man’s Hopsin now wanna box
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| Please, you’re gonna get dropped
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| Now Crypt wanna hop on my dick
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| Stupid little prick, you were never involved
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| You can rap fast but you can’t make a hit
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| Lullaby, rap or die, hope you die, bitch
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| I got no label
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| And I always kill it like Cain and Abel
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| Can’t be broke, I’ll revoke your progress
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| 'Cause I am the table
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| You bitches are botching
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| I’m the one that they paid to be watching
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| You tried with the diss, got you bare views with the vids
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| Tried to score, but you missed, hah!
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| I am the king of the drama
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| Cream of the crop, I’m the new age farmer
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| Puppet man, I don’t stop it man
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| I give all the shit with no karma
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| I am untouchable, I got the rocket fuel
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| I am unstoppable, nothing impossible
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| Album impeccable, touring while winning as me
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| Years in the game and I do it so easily
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| «I'm a Celebrity» called for me
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| I said «No» to that shit
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| I don’t need to eat dick
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| I’m self-made in this bitch
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| I’m like Raid when I spray
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| People die when I prey, people lie when I slay
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| Jack of all trades and I mastered it all as I win
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| Bring out the Perry and prove I’m a king
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| Q-Q-Quad
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
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| This shit’s easy for me
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| All day, every day
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| Number one, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Ayy
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| GG, motherfucker |