God,
God,
God,
God,
God, what did I do
God,
God,
God,
God,
God, tell me what I did
You deserve all this shit,
you deserve this
Nigga treatin' me like this,
treatin' treatin'
me like this I was always there
for this sorry ass motherfucker
I was always there for this sorry
ass motherfucker
Shit hit on me time and time again,
time and
time and time again
All I was doin' was just
bein' a good friend
Time to die, time to die,
I'm gon' hit you in your heart
I'm gon' hit you from the start, bitch
Nigga, this is just the fuck
in' beginning
You all a loser and I keep winnin',
winnin'
Shootin' me in my back
every fuckin' time
Nigga, don't you know I hurt
you when you fuckin' mom
Stealin' my verses and puttin'
them in your fuckin' phones
But I said, you know what,
I'm gon' leave that shit alone
But then you kept doin'
it time and time again
It was gettin' really
fuckin' up your way
But I said, maybe he just need
s some little help
Eventually, he'll learn to rap
for his fuckin' self
But that just ain't you,
you ain't that type of person
You just type of person
who just keeps on cursin'
His own fuckin' people,
his own fuckin' property
Property, property, nigga,
come and body me
Come on, back your shit up,
that shit you fuckin' watch
So I can't come through and
end your sorry -ass life
Never gonna be shit,
but I fuckin' wanna be
Never, ever, ever, ever will you outdo me
I just shit on you on every
fuckin' fuckin' song
So you like, hey, I just wanna do songs alone
But you knew if I was on the song,
you would get promoted
So you like, fuck this shit,
let him write verse
I'ma bite his style,
I'm gon' bite his words
But I'm smarter than you,
dumbass, sorry dude
So I said, let him get his shit off
Just so he can feel comfortable,
comfortable
You've never been honorable
Sorry little shit,
that's what the fuck you really are
Motherfucker,
you will never ever be a fuckin' star
Football was a lesson, lesson, lesson
But at the end of the day,
it didn't teach you the lesson
Of being floral, having some integrity
Cause if you had that shit,
you wouldn't have shitted on me
Sorry bas tard motherfucker,
no wonder why your dad don't fuck with you
Cause if he knew you shit,
if I was shit, I wouldn't fuck with you
You're sorry as hell,
fuckin' sorry as hell
I know you well, I know you well
Got a lot of stories to tell
Had good girlfriends,
all you did was fuckin' cheat
Always messin' with a prostitute
in the fuckin' street
Bottom line, you ain't shit,
never ever will be
Ain't matter fact,
me and you will always be a memory
One good son, one bad son
Bottom line, I don't drink
Matter fact, motherfucker,
I got all the coke
How the fuck you sleepin'
with my sister?
Sorry, bitch, nigga,
that shit was fuckin' some lowlife shit
Yeah, you fuckin' lowlife,
fuckin' fuckin' lowlife
Man, what you need to do is
you need to pray to
Jesus
Christ
And he's comin' for your ass,
and he gon' pay you back
And that frat bitch,
you gon' pay me back
All my racks, not a frat, you gon' hate it
But your fuckin' friend just made it
And I'm on, and I'm on
Killin' you on the microphone
Sorry, nigga