The Big Hash, FLVME - How To Kill A Dead Body lyrics

Maybe, I said too much
You might be losing your touch
Maybe you losing the battle
Ain't over til’ it's over (Man shut down)
(I been at it for a few years)
Fuck outta here with that weird shit
You done when I say I'm done with you nigga
(I been at it for a few years
You been at it for a few months)

Yeah
All that gossip you did on your last song
Done turned you into a blog
You should’ve been overseas, instead
You act like a broad you rap like iOS 8
I became what you should've been
Like how many other Mollies I
Gotta finish to pop?
Boy you should've stuck to pop
Now you wanna be opps
I'm really bout the wrap
You the type to run the cops
Prosthetic B rabbit
You'll never be Hip or Hop
You had to resort to info you
Picking up on the block
"He say, she say?" We don't play those games
You prehistoric pre-school H-A-S-H
If I never said anything
You wouldn't be trending
Enjoy it while it lasts
Your career's at it's ending
Don’t act innocent like you ain’t
Live at Zeus crib
Better humble yourself boy
You ain't live what you posting
Taking these pictures that you
Share months later for your IG people
So you fake what you boasting truth be told
I never thought one minute
And fourty-seven seconds
On Twitter would get under your skin
You ain’t got no vision
Clubbing and fucking bitches got you cockeyed
'Cause all you do is think with your foreskin
Niggas mad I got Anatii on a feature, huh?
J stand for jealous and it's
One hell of a creature, huh?
Niggas say they made they sound that made me
And they was right
But now's the time where the
Student becomes the teacher, huh?
Speedy put you on a song
You hit your peak in 2017
If it wasn’t for that, we wouldn't know you
Huh?
You NeverBroke 'cause you sold your soul
For a platinum record
You ain't eating off of
So now the devil control you, huh?
All this Pallbearer talk about Biggie
You must be Ready To Die, man
Guess somebody should've told you huh?
I'm tailor made for this shit
You just another Taylor Swift
With a tiny dick
Man, we don't even rate you huh?
Dreams Money Can Buy
But look what it cost ya three years later
You still coming second to Costa
You've been wanting to fit in so bad
You got an eye tat, with dreads
Hoping that the game would adopt ya
You rapping like a bitch
Airing shit you heard on the street
Flip your stage name backward to Molley J
Talking dirty laundry get you whitewashed
Your beats ain't shit to these white boys
That's word to Marshall and Dre
Took a break from the game
Came back like I never left
And all you could say in a
Diss is talk about my ex
But you stalking yours
Breaking into her crib
To check if she ain't with anybody
Else getting some better sex?
You ain't a real nigga
Whenever you drunk or sober
You the same nigga who slept
With your nigga's leftovers
Maybe, I said too much
You might be losing your touch
Maybe you losing the battle
Ain't over til' it's over

I read that you you owed a
Few things you're actually quite
Stressed 'cause you're not after two
Years in the industry
You're not where you want to be

I feel like I can rap, I don't know
When you want me to start rapping
But I feel like I can rap

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, aye
What's up with the foolery?
You niggas ain't foolin' me, yeah
This shit is not new to me
Ain't non' you can do to me (Nah)
Bitch we the New Regime
You niggas is dead to me, yeah
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Can't read ‘em their eulogy

Somebody tell these fuck niggas it's
About to go down ain't got time for bitches
So they gotta go now i said
Tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
And if they ain't know, them niggas
Bout to know now, yeah, yeah

You wanna come for my neck
And be done with it
Nah, nigga I'ma have fun with it
Young Biggie turning that J to an L
Catch it, go long nigga, run with it
You pussy, you scared
Ain't no rules in a beef
I owe you a record, so stomach it
The only way you getting Reece on a record
Is shouting him out on your mini diss
Looking at you sounding ridiculous
I did what you couldn't
Then I did what you already did a lot better
I'm limitless
They did not teach me forgiveness
If you get killed
The whole country my witnesses
Every dog has it's day
I'ma show the whole world you
Ain't shit to me nigga you been a bitch

What's up with the foolery?
You niggas ain't foolin' me, yeah
This shit is not new to me
Ain't non' you can do to me, yeah
Bitch we the New Regime
You niggas is (dead) to me, yeah
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Can't read ‘em their eulogy

Somebody tell these fuck niggas it's
About to go down ain't got time for bitches
So they gotta go now i say
Tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
And if they ain't know, them niggas
Bout to know now, yeah, yeah