F*ck the day you ever doubted now
And f*ck the day I let your hatred overpower me
You just a coward, can’t believe you crowded me cousin
Thought it was nothin’
When you ran your mouth clownin’, it wasn’t
In your place, smilin’ in my face and shape shift
Our friendship in the first place b*tch was makeshift
F*ck the network and net worth
I’m all about makin’ necks work when my tracks hit the set
Shirt collars poppin’ since Cortez hit the deck
'sert[?] in your first verse and he disrespecting homie
[?] slowly wishin’ you was runnin’ thangs
And you’re Frenchin’[?] on me, I see what your frontin’ brings
F*ck you, you a busta plus [?] ‘cause you
Knew Hopie betta but you still mock and sweat her
Talkin’ “no I can get her” while my next track, the next show
You get no real props like I get the escrow
B*tch please, you was on deez
Sh*t, you ain’t slick man, you my biggest fan
I bring the traffic, you was hatin’ me intensely
I’m like telepathic f*ckin’ you up mentally
Push me to walls when you lookin’ to squash sh*t
Like I ain’t got the arsenal of bars to set you off b*tch
It’s like kissing the devil and I let you
You ain’t special and all they’ll tell you is I can’t settle
I’m the hungriest rapper, you on my plate h*e
Just like the saying goes, I’m in my plain clothes
‘cause I ain’t never scared, I’ll let you know it’s me
Unlike your fake a** talkin’ sh*t ain’t [?] you s’posed to be
Toast to me, I’m who you chose to be but couldn’t happen
I’ve written better sh*t on a napkin, that bullsh*t album
And you should [?], all your fans know my name
It’s a shame, coulda been on the sequel to Diamond Dame