Kid Cudi Freestyle Diss lyrics

And I'mma give out every edition
And put out every mission
And make sure you hear everything that I say
And make sure that listen to every rhythm that I be spittin'
Unconditionally written
P.S to all my enemies you are now forgiven
Except Kid Cudi
Cause that's not my motherf*ckin' buddy
If I see him in the streets it's getting motherf*ckin' ugly
Now I know you might be a fan
And me and him share similar sh*t and you like "damn"
But that don't matter
We ain't gonna give nothing to the chatter
We gonna stick to what's at hand
I said "Did you heard that?"
They said "what?"
I said "You didn't heard the thing
About how they gave sixteen shots to McDonalds
While he was on the ground right outside of Burger King?"
They said "How could it?"
I said "You ain't see it?"
He said "Nah, they erased the footage"
Sounds like the motherf*ckin' police
That's why sometimes to protect them kids
You gotta keep them pigs on a real short leash
But they protection, for your section
Make sure you have discretion, learn your lessons
Count your blessings, don't be no b*tch
Don't be no hoe, but don't be out here stressing
You got a connection
Make sure you protected
Make sure you count your blessings
Make sure that you don't stress
Right, feel me Blake?
Blake you gotta keep sh*t straight
It's Blake, sometimes these n*ggas be fake
Blake, sometimes they say that they cold but really them n*ggas a cake
Blake, you feel me?
You gotta watch out, keep your grass cut low to watch out for the snakes
Blake and if you see they're vampires
And they man's a liar
Make sure you aim at their motherf*ckin' heart with them stakes
You feel me Blake? Straight
sh*t sound great
Superman flow I should have a motherf*ckin' cape
I don't take hoes
Dog I give you my b*tch and you can take her on a date
Just make sure you bring her ass back around eight
You feel that Blake?
Straight
I ain't even trying to top that sh*t
Blake, you know how to do it
Drop that sh*t