| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I just wanna know the issue
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| Yea
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| I got some shit on my mind
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| First off, this song, meant to be tooken wrong
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| Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved
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| Heard it was you I’m like nah not my dawg
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| Went to school together Took the bus and all
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| Back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
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| Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
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| Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
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| You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
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| Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off
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| Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
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| Wrote down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same
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| Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
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| Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
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| Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing
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| Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
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| Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it
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| Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it
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| I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded
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| Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated
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| For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it
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| And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap
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| You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat
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| Take your shades off, I’m like
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| (Remember me?)
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I just wanna know the issue
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| If you know what you say then say who you are
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| We ain’t gotta take it this far
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| So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
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| They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I just wanna know the issue
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| Listen to this song
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| Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
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| Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Horry
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| Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me
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| Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me
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| Your remarks, blatantly out of character
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| You sociopaths couldn’t make a dollar in America
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| On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
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| Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
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| I gave you niggas something to ride to
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| Gave you niggas something to get fly to
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| Gave you niggas something to die to
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| Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through
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| I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
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| You’re a fan nigga? |
| It’s cool, I was once too
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| All that feedback, really don’t need that
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| You like it? |
| Buy it
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| You don’t? |
| don’t cop it
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| Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
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| Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance
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| It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant
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| I’m a big event so go ahead and vent
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| (I'm a big event so go ahead and vent)
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I just wanna know the issue
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| If you know what you say then say who you are
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| We ain’t gotta take it this far
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| So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
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| They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I just wanna know the issue
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| Listen to this song
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| Listen to diss song
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| Listen to diss song
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| Diss song
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| If you know what you say then say who you are
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| We ain’t gotta take it this far
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| Tell em play this song
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| I ain’t tryna diss you
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| Make a diss song
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| Tell em play this song
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| Diss song
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| Diss song
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| Bill rings, let the birds sing
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| Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
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| This moment of clarity
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| I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece
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| They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak
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| Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach
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| Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats
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| Tryna compete, T-Raww's
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| Make this idea complete
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| Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?
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| God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
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| It’s rules to the shit, but just it ain’t a game
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| Give or take, niggas still gon violate
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| Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin
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| You tough? |
| It’s always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law
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| Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact
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| Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that?
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| Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
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| Gat packed, backpack, backpack rapper never was that
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| Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone
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| These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song
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| (Motherfucker) |