URLtv, Ave, B. Dot The God - B. Dot vs. Ave lyrics

Till death do us part, Ave
This is something we can't make wait
You see
It's just like you with these toy guns
We got a fake Drake
(No disrespect, my brother)
It's 'bout time somebody finally put
Me face-to-face with this what, nigga?
If you see a bitch, you slap
A bitch when you see one, nigga
I ain't never been a bitch and today ain't
Finna be the day I'ma be one, nigga
Fuck these punchline niggas
Every line: gun, squeeze triggers
Ayy, Smack! What's happenin'?
Ain't you tireda the same show?
All this poppin' with the straps
From these re-run niggas?
Wе know what he sung, nigga
"Oh, that Top Tier diss? I had the
Bеst verse on that rap song!
Oh, I can't get no matches
Smack i just keep gettin' passed on"
We hear ya, Ave! We feel ya
Nigga that's wrong
You deserve a huge battle!
Somethin' that sounded big!
Now, you in here wit' a gorilla
Gettin' blacked on! Won't last long
You claim you mastered the game
But can't level up
You afraid to act ya age 'cause when you rap
On stage, the content would
Have to be better, huh?
So instead, it's just the young
Shit: you sellin' bricks, the Beretta bust
But Dot, Dot, Dot! Et cetera, et cetera
You ain't no live nigga! You dead to us!
You no competitor!
Old-ass nigga actin' young for the bitches
Yeah, well, a shark is the oldest predator!
I'm better, bruh why envy me?
We both old in this game
But it ain't the same
You need the crutches I'm on my own two feet
You joined EFB? yeah, to make the news
Now, you gettin' coverage from NBC
And what we gon' see?
Every event, you gon' follow the Crips?
Well, that's type strange
He gon' be in every scene, chasin' the Nuts
Makes sense since you around ICE age
Quite lame! You was talkin' to Wolf like he
Was too old for the pill-poppin'
The pipe raise that was fresh, man
But when he was in the tenth
You was right behind him in the ninth grade!
Dawg buggin' y'all love him
Birthed in this game old now, he all youngin?
On nothin' don't mind me if I benj a man up
I'm just pushin' y'all button dawg frontin'
Bitch-ass niggas on Live wit' caps
My name in they mouth but not in
They raps 'cause they bitch made
I'll beat you niggas up quick fade!
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Blood, I'll sock you dead in yo' ribcage!
Where that bitch Tay? (Ayy, homie)
After you get yo' shit caved!
Pacoima, nigga! With the Pirus, I been raised
Wanted to hit the streets at a kid's age
They tellin' me, "Chill, young Blood! Shit
You only in the sixth grade!"
Smack, I couldn't wait to leave my
Small room, hit the streets
And perform on a big stage shit's changed
We grew up squabblin'
Watchin' big homies throw bullets out
The old Eagle like Donovan
Till a nigga my age snitched on the
Same homies we was mobbin' wit'
He got on that stage and told on all of 'em
Waitin' on a verdict was the only time
I was afraid of a large audience
What you hollerin'? New era? Nigga
You way too old don't waste yo' soul
You prolly thought Hov's 4: 44 was
About fo' 44s but no, no, no
See, when you hit a certain age
You gotta show the growth
You wanna be TBE? You can't keep punchin'
Nigga!
You gotta show da role! I know, I know!
It's just battle rap right? so
It's just for fun
But, you claim you put in work so
We gotta ask what shit you done
Oh, my name Ave so I'ma hit the
Ave again and lift a gun
Fake smoke! You never hit it once!
In spite-a that
You wouldn't double back on nothin'
But a sticka gum
Okay, that double meant it's a
Webba lies if he spun! What shit you done
Besides let go-a ya morals and get in
Battle rap to grip a gun?
If you really did shit in the past
You would be tryna change the future
In the present that's how you gift to young!
Instead, you sung songs to the youth
'bout how to ship a ton
Just to have kids to hang witchu
Speakin' they language
It's snake shit how you split ya tongue
What shit you done? We gots to ask him
What? Lane-changin'? Road ragin' like
That shit is fun? Yeah, you gettin' drunk
But all that drive gon' fuck around and
Hit me and it's a hit-and-run
What shit you done? We gots to ask him
All this yellin' 'bout the TECs lotsa cappin'
Where's the talk about buyin' gold as
Currency and not for fashion?
"Well, Dot, you flip-flopped
It's either Piru shit or
It's prophet rappin'"
No, this is a marathon this
Race is about profit-stackin'
We learnt crypto from a Crip, though
Nipsey taught without that victory
We not gon' lap them
Where's ya grown man talk? Huh?
It's just not gon' happen?
All these bars about you raisin' a handle
What about stocks that's crashin'?
See, here's where we draw the line
You over 40 actin' under
30 improper fraction! Stop the actin'!
I mean, you came out the Cave and
Started feedin' ya hunger
It's like that Netflix show Midnight Mass
Whatever you drinkin', Blood
Got you thinkin' you younger
And what spell are y'all under?
I don't know, B Dot ave come with the punches
Yeah, but they all fake
Fat Blood ain't gon' raise nothin'
But his heart rate
Where y'all got this mark ranked?
If it's over me, I'll give him the business
And then we'll see the Shark tank!
Dawg fake! If I get to the point
You'll meet a shark fate
Get stabbed wit' a knife I got offa
My redemption: shank this the God, Nate!
Oh, my name Ave so I gotta rap about
The ave to make it match too
Bitch nigga, we ain't ask you!
It ain't the fact that you rap like you
Half ya age because you have to
It's that you happy to do that garbage
It's even more trash when the nigga glad to!
That's why I'm at you!

Yes! It's 'bout time somebody finally put
Me face-to-face with this bitch
See, this was one that the fans want
But lemme say some quick 'cause
I done had enougha y'all
How you gon' love a drunk Ave but mad
When I got to every fuckin' bar?
What's the problem?
Cause, I done put in work for this
Been consistent wit' every verse
Shit, I deserve to be cocky plus, I'm grown
If you that hurt, shit, don't watch me
And that's why you gon' adress me as sir
Charles and that's word on these Barkleys!
Nigga, you copy? If we ain't got problems
Let's leave it there
Mark my words: I'll put hands
On Dot we readin' braille!
Bitch, I'm in the streets as well!
Nigga, who afraid of bangers?
You don't know me
Kid I done made it through stranger danger
So look, gangsta
I don't care about ya angles or ya preachin'
My question is, "Are we beefin'?"
If some probably sneakin'
Try to sneak me off the set and we shootin'
And anybody can join Dot and I don't
Mean like how Rex be recruitin'
So don't be stupid
Cause, I'm one-a the dudes
That respect ya movement
And reflect on how the ghettos
Affected wit' less improvement
But the threats, I'm never cool wit'
I'll shoot this large shotty that'll prolly
List five percenta the God body
Nigga, try me! I'm outside, B
My stripes earned
Hood starts to book smarts all
My lessons in life learned
We was weighin' up and bought lead hammers
He just seen shit when it came to
The porch youse a doorbell camera
So where's ya manners?
This image you portray for these dudes
Prolly fool maybe a few i mean
He say he a goon but that's
These other rules blazin' they tools
Shit is not yo' glizzy to pop corn boy
You stadium food! Is dude a activist or a
Gang banger tryna be active-ish
That act as if it's action inside
Them raps that he cappin' wit'?
Cause, I will get this bitch beat up
Or lay Charlie with the fifty at
Least you can wish me luck!
Don't give a shit what set you claimin'
My hitters set they payment
I'll put figures on Rooftop
Like Christmas decoration
Can't find yo' location?
Call Caps 'cause he on ya
Or I just get a two for
Twenty like a Applebee's order
That's how we board up
See, you gon' complain about who I'm wit'
How I move don't affect or help
You get off my dick!
Nigga sick I'm with the team lowkey
Well, go to the roof wit' ya principle
They still gon' choose to lean on me
Cause, I'm a beast and ain't
Shit sweet neither believe it
We can throw it up right after
The plate keep it bulimic
Man, it's easy how I whoop on this goof
He start war parkour I'm on a run
After I flip on the Roof
What, you need proof? Cause, bitch
You know I been 'bout that action
Thirty under the forty that's
That improper fraction
Wait, I ain't gotta clap I
Got savages that'll shoot i give a order
The baby by ya daughter what battle truth?
Lil nigga
You rattle who? Nobody that's wit' my team
You better scatter! You can have
All that chatter and bitch, i swing
This battle can get y'all lean
So if I was you, man
I'd tell this African bitch
"Bounce wit' that bark" like Prince Akeem!
Fuck you mean? It ain't just
You that's movin' wit' hitters
I got shooters in my platoon
Prolly cool wit' y'all niggas
So involvin' the wrong dude a dilemma
Cause as soon as a body drop
It's on Dot like you losin' at Twister
You view the picture?
For those that think Ave be
Up here bluffin', nigga, trust me
You can get ya bitch ass beat up for nothin'
And I ain't 'bout to fuss wit'
No nigga either the shoutin'
So when Rooftop shot
Y'all gon' think we brought out the drones
Bitch, I'm grown!
And try to play me just 'cause you home
All it takes to have my goons in
The place is liftin' the phone
And y'all gon' see how the crew do
No Gs ride witchu few
We all know B's side pussy just call it Nunu
Do you!

You think you top tier now
'cause you fuckin' wit' Geech?
Oh, you the franchise? Are you
Dumb? Was it Rum
Or did JC turn water to wine
And give you somethin' to drink?
Ayy, Gotti! You on point, God
The way you runnin' the plays
And got a nigga like Nate under ya league
What a hustle! Told him
"It'll be magic if you come to the West
You should kill niggas i got whatchu need"
But failed to explain no matter how
Many people you thirty too
He still number one on the team
Penny for ya thoughts! (Come on, man)
I just listed off the squad aww
But I forgot Brandon!
Damn it! I gotta redeem
Wait, wait, wait didn't I say Nate?
So that means I had a real
Name up in the scheme
Wake up from this dream!
You got casted as a extra just for
Geechi to stay in the league
Cause when it's lights, camera, action
Geechi and Rum ain't puttin' you
Up in the scene
Joinin' EFB watered down what you built
And here's what I mean
It's like the lost streets of Atlantis
How Ave is always gon' be under the Cs!
Come up! Can you breathe?
You'll ride any nigga wave to
Stay afloat in this league
I mean, you movin' from side to side
That ain't the two steps that
Go with this thing you fuckin' up the dance
Followin' other niggas' moves like you
Don't know the routine
Why go through this, king?
Niggas playin' witcha character
On story mode, controllin' the scene
What good is havin' a voice in a
Group where only the lead vocalist sings?
Y'all notice this theme? It's not for pride
We liked you better on ya own
Nigga not gon' lie we didn't even notice ya
Career was resurrected till
Ya left the Cave and pushed Roc aside
Ah, there's my guy!
From 2016, that battle, Nitty
No niggas wit' him!
No hypemen not even Gwitty
No funny characters just one nigga in
The hood and that was Kenny
But now you the junior in the Mafia?
Never mind it's not a biggie!
I just don't get him!
Grown-ass nigga joinin' crews, huh?
Fuck a battle rap clique, nigga this rules
Bruh! Two Ps and one B this the
Sign where my rules from
This can go either way
But ain't shit debatable
When my niggas chuckin' up the two-one
These dudes dumb!
I don't need a big entourage
With the hype and gimmicks
Besides, I'd rather have my
Back against the wall
Then a nigga can't knife me in it!
Can you cite the difference?
When we see you on ya own
You one-a the nicest niggas
Soon as you get into one-a these
Groups that already got a Mike, you Pippen
When you was with the Bat, man
You was side-kickin'
They was robbin' you blind
You couldn't see at the time but
Ya man was the eye witness
Had to calm this joker down with the Ritalin
Told him he'll reach new
Heights and take flight!
Then, it was penguin steps
Barely movin' inches was in the trenches
In the Cave with the Al-Qaeda on the line
Discussin' the crime business
They kept sayin' they was gon'
Blow up the Ave false flag I think yo bomb's
Still got the time tickin'
This is divine livin'
A 36-year-old that been through
Shit and dodged prison
I could never follow the leada niggas younger
Than me still with the 9 liftin'
In the landa the blind
The man with the third eye defines wisdom
They come press me and find a diamond
I'm one-a the coldest niggas
My mind different this guy's trippin'
That's why I know you never been through shit
Cause every punchline, it's the Ruger spit
The toolie grip
Or construction work: you move a brick
You supposed to look down at the
Niggas doin' what you've done
Instead, you look up to the
Niggas that's still doin' it
You goofy bitch! (What the fuck?)
Dissin' my nigga Murda Mook and shit
That's a vet, respected
You bitch-ass new era niggas ain't
No threats to legends
You ain't got enough in the
Game to shake up in
The race when he done already
Etched and sketched in
Youse a fifth-year senior hangin'
Out wit' freshmen you was the Cave yes man
You still got guano on ya face
How that Bat shit taste, pet detective?
I do not respect this!
Smack, lemme ask this question
You tell me how it seems
Don't you think a nigga that'll
Jump from team to
Team would also jump from league to league?
I mean, you built up the Ave
Give him a road to success
He used that same path to leave
I mean, you made him rare
Grew you a breed gave him ya faith!
Just to see him on stage wit' a nigga sayin'
"Do you believe?" this nigga's a yee!
Jumpin' from clique to clique you
Not a boss for that
Gettin' put on anybody hood niggas
Get offed for that
I'ma be on yo' head like a Boston cap
How ironic! I'm tryna keep my
Niggas off the streets
And my niggas tryna keep me up offa Ave!
This nigga's trash!

I'm only up here witchu 'cause these other
Legends that you love to praise pussy
Yeah, I said it! Nigga
One thing about it: they can't whoop me
Y'all know this should be so-and-so
Spot but he fake type so they told me
"Punch on the Elevator" I'm Ray Rice
But, I ain't mad at this match or hatin'
I get to snap to a runnin' back? yeah
We in wildcat formation
Ol' boy thinkin' he exposin' some secrets
Oh, he can keep it! No cappin'
Nigga, closed claptions: watch
What you speakin'
You gon' preach about the Cave today?
Say Ave was made by Roc and the only way
I got drive 'cause he paved the way?
Man, okay i know there's some shit that
Y'all love to mention
But fuck who need convincin' if me
And Tay ain't got tension
I ain't askin' y'all to switch to my view
Just understand I'll still swing over Roc
Like I'm Skip to My Lou you come for them
That mean you fuckin' wit' me
You don't think I treasure Chess? What it's
Gon' take? Until you under the sea?
See, we stick to them
Give a shit 'bout who sold you them my bros
Plus it's a lotta other shit
That I go through
Kids, bills, crazy bitches, some mo'!
Nigga, trust me: wit' Ave, you
Ain't gotta ask bitch nigga, i told you!
Expose who?
You don't know me well enough to be judgin'
Career-wise, takin' you don't help
My status or nothin'
So cut the shit before you start this façade
Like I had to find dry from
The Elevator like a parkin' garage
Man, on God!
I got millions of views, seen all the stages
Battles of the year
Impact with the rawest phrases
See, that's why they gon' choose big fella
And I made all that look hella
Easy with a ruthless record
What could you tell us?
I mean, you might be slick witcha writin'
But see, ya impact ain't shit that's excitin'
Gotti, Rum, Lyt, Diz who they hypin'
You might help the Left Side
Be a strong side but
They only remember the Titans and
You ain't like them!
It's like you just here for some quick fame
Doin' all these preachin' but barely
Eatin' that shit lame!
I'm in this bitch to get change so nigga
You can cut out this image or die
With that broke shit like Squid Games
Don't be 'shamed face the truth
Them stages is the loot, Uncle Luke
What you think was gon' bring
A raise? The roof? Youse a goof!
But, you got the nerve to
Judge niggas' lives okay, fam
I'll tell you how I blow my money sometime
I took bread from the Jey check
Went and got some mo' change
The Ice check? Gun connect I had
To cop some mo' thangs
The Sikh guap bought my partner cocaine
Now, I'ma add up Dot's for another
House like a dominoes game
We ain't the same! I dare you to try me
And they gon' read about Charles Burnely
I mean like, "Charles barely survivin'!"
Cause if he fire, dawg can't miss
Cause once we on the Elevator, boy
It's up and it's stuck
Call maintenance or we'll exchange fists
Getcha tooth work gone
Or back-to back slams till he
Got a few hurt bones
Cause, I'm official with the scoop work
Homes
Y'all gon' see Dot on his head and Dot on
His che I sound like Mook vers' Jones!
The fuck you on?
You fake-ass prophet that get it poppin'
Rockin' beads, flags, durags, kufis goofy
Just stop it! We can tell fraud already
Oh, he got a method
Wit' knowledge behind bars?
So did the jail call in Bellies
Like, what the fuck could you tell me?
Trust me, this ain't no pressure
Battle-wise, ya status not as high
Save all the lectures
Cause really, ya stock sucks
Plus he ain't bringin' nothin'
To the table for
His name to be pulled from the potlucks
I mean, your Top Tier verse really sucked
Shit was the worst
Had the nerve to follow me on
The song shoulda went first
Sorry, fella, ayy, ya blew it
But listenin' to dude tryna get to the flow
Done made us hate the Elevator music
All you provin' is ya envy
Blowin' all this fuckin' smoke 'cause
You attached to the roof
Fuck, you a chimney?
That energy don't rattle me none
Give a fuck if you skip the PGs
You still hold the value-a one
What has he done? Like, honestly, son
The people askin'
And we done seen ya contract, Dot
No need for braggin'
But, you bash what we do for the skrilla
But, you keep jump on these stages while
Gettin' paid less than Crucible niggas?
Oh, you just bitter!
Wait, I know the problem:
It's too much Twitter
See, these fans got you gassed now
You act as if you that nigga
But see, he done missed the plot
Cause now the Wolf gon' get his spot
And they gon' add the ice cream
Right after they dip in Dots nigga, what?

Ayy, Ave, we don't look at life the
Same and that's okay
I'm here to give you the lens so
You can see how they live
They been impairin' ya visuals
I'm tryna take you on a walk, man
So you can understand how
Bein' radio silent when
It come to these issues is critical
The shit you been transmittin'? Pitiful
Low-frequency programmin' the playlist
Ain't that original
I mean, you fat, black, unhealthy
Promotin' guns and drugs
Everything comin' out this
Speaker's stereotypical
But, it's y'all individuals
Who sit at home, givin' props
Applaudin' the rituals
See, it's an exercise on ya mind
It's all designed to condition you
Look at the food that they givin' you
Massa gave you scraps that you
Turned into dinner too
And then you turn on the TV to see
A live feed of a nigga bleedin'
Receivin' the signals they sendin' you
Yeah, you watchin' death
Eatin' death all in ya livin' room
And you livin' proof (I'm really him, Blood)
Damn, Ave! Look what they did to you
Got you goin' to war witcha soul and
Don't even know that the food
And medicine is in cahoots
See, the food industry got you
Sick they twisted you
All so the pharmaceutical company can say
"Ayy! Now, in order to unwind
You gotta take our medicinals"
This is difficult
They got you in a bond between
Two place they pickled you
On toppa that, you sip the juice
It get you loose?
I'm just keepin' it a hunnid, proof
All contributin' factors on why that
COVID almost got ridda you
Here's what them crackers do
Fast food and liqour stores in every corner
For the animals in the trapped-in zoo
You lookin' around at shit in ya hood
Tryna figure out why it's attractin' you
Golden arches that's symbolic language that's
How they chat witchu
Oh, Dot's just tryna communicate
If you think about it more
It's cold what they got us tapped into
This is actual truth
Oh, you gettin' money in the streets?
To the crackers
That's just scraps for the rats to chew
Oh, you gettin' to the cheese? Then
You get snapped behind bars
They literally settin' the same trap for you
This corner they got you backed into
You can't afford it so you fast
Wit' food and splash the booze
Unhealthy immune lowers ya
Chance-a survival if
A virus is attackin' you
It's like that acronym that you gladly use
Fuck Assumptions Check The Stats
We did they prove
That propoganda got blacks confused
They'll throw you a rope
Tellin' you to hang yaself
And you believe the reporters as
You catch the news this is all for views
Are you gettin' the vision?
COVID killin' blacks at higher
Rates for pre-existin' conditions
High blood pressure from all that
Grease on ya chicken
Ya lungs fucked up from all
The blunts that ya twistin'
Yo' kidney was fucked up from
All that liqour ya sippin'
And you'll turn around and get
A shot in the arm
From the same people that distribute
Everything I just mentioned
(I'm really different, nigga)
Ain't no helpin' you niglets! What for?
I mean
It was sick then watchin' you and Sikh war
Oh, while you was bench-pressin', I was out
Dodgin' a bench warrant
So bein' in the gym is
Somethin' you wanna diss for?
That's why we gotta have this discourse
Cause bein' in shape for a prison cell is
The only thing they got you fit for
This a big war!
You gotta listen to the lesson I'm teachin'
Remember, you was drunk and belligerent
Talkin' to Verb, yellin' and screamin'
And as a man, he was calm, cool
And collected cause the brother's a vegan?
The shit that you drinkin'
Got you spiritually unhealthy
You need to start exercisin' ya demons
Are you findin' the meanin'?
Ya brain's drownin' in sorrow from the
Liqour that ya top's absorbin'
This black man done took so many shots
You would think the cops was swarmin'
COVID almost took ya kidneys out
Without the doc performin'
I'm tryna help you find the keys to
Life since you almost lost ya organ
This is all important!
Find a new path! This is not the ave to take
Look, they killin' our people!
Look how they kidnapped Jelani Day!
They stole his organs, took him away
These crackers know that they dyin'
So they study our genetics, lookin' to stay
I mean, they gettin' active, pocket tappin'
Grabbin' our genes, lookin' for change
But, you know what? But
This culture is strange
It's a fuckin' circus I
Don't understand you clowns i mean
Y'all entertained watchin' two black
Queens almost fight
While black men just stand around?
I don't fit in wit' y'all it's
Nothin' you could hand me down
Oh, here B Dot go with the
Preachin'! I don't understand this shit
Suck my dick! You understand me now?
Fuck battle rap!
I only pick up this call for the bag
I started off in the streets
It's only right I end this all on the Ave
Nigga!

I wanna holler at you, Dot
There's some shit I let rock
'cause I got respect
But bro, sometimes, you do a
Lot and it bothers me, i confess
Cause yes, you clever wit' performance
And ya level of intelligence is flawless
But dawg, it's still skeletons in yo' closet
But, you talk as if it ain't
Be walkin' like you the saint
And we often applaud ya art
But it's awkward 'cause dawg, you fake
Like, you can't just paint this image-a pure
Judgin' niggas like you way above
An issue what? Bitch, is you sure?
Let's look some more
Cause why you got this energy like this
When ya life is an identity crisis?
First, he writin' like he Lux so
They can cut you a check but bitch
That's bogus 'cause there's only one Loaded
Word to Russian roulette
I'm too upset that this fraud even known
Like, how you wanna be somebody
When you grow up? Bitch, you already grown!
The fuck you on? Boy, you too far conscious
Dick-ridin' other niggas on that vibe
You all on Umar Johnson
This shit is nonsense
I mean, I'm all for positive content
But sometimes, you just come off like you
Beyond all the convicts
Then quick as a light switch is
He write like his life vicious
You got hammers? No
Manners you one-a Polight bitches
Like, what is this? Like, dawg
You gotta make this shit understandable
You panther or a rooster? Stupid
Just pick an animal cause damn it, bro
These niggas vouch like it's all normal
While the rest of us compare you to Malcolm
-Jamar Warner! Ol' Theo-ass nigga!
(Fuck you think talkin' to?)
We know 'bout ya life
Both parents, the college campus damn
They molded you bright
You just refused to take the
Road that was right
See, errybody wanna be Cain until a
Stacy holdin' on 'em like, "Fight!"
I know ya type on God, you a faker
All these tales from the hood
Don't get it twisted: you a monster on paper
But, you just ain't this woke in life
And if you are
That shoulda been the negro that you
Showed ya wife but it's hype you see
We know 'bout them fights
And the drunk nights
She ain't like your narcissism so
Liqour became her vice
Oh, the bounce was never little
You shoutin', wanna hit her
But do we understand?
He got little Malcolm in the middle
Nigga, you were supposed to ride as a man
Find the time to build ya, pussy
Put ya pride aside for ya fam
But damn, you ain't have her back, killer
You tryna spar wit' JC
She out here, runnin' through
Rounds with the Yak, nigga
And I figure times get ugly
But lemme remind you, lovely
You gon' have that evil spirit out
Here is the Bride of Chucky i mean, what, B?
The fuck we always gotta hear teachin'
And you ain't even out here practicin'
The shit that you preachin'?
Oh, y'all can't see ya dawg is bogus?
Oh, y'all ain't notice Elevator
Even make bitches panic? They claustrophobic
See, this whole shit, I blame on ya pops
Cause he the one who introduced
You to this life, right?
You say it a lot
So actin' like you had it rough is just tacky
Already had yo' daddy blood
You ain't have to be no
Blood 'cause yo' daddy! Nigga, you happy?
This shit is exactly the fault-a you
Cause yo' distractions knocked this nigga off
Track and this all the proof
You ought to feel like a goof!
Like, get this shit through ya head, G
You was a killer producer and he
Out here just a deadbeat you led weak!
(Look at him, emotional)
That's, to me, what it seems
Cause you let him had them excuses which
Grew to not believe in his dreams
See, he coulda been on the team, like
Offered a few spots
Insteada shootin' for the stars
He just stopped at the rooftop?
Man, that's on you, pops!
I hope you fuckin' prouda yo'self
With the shit you done
Why would you want yo' son
To follow yo' steps? Unless he out here just
Pretendin' he like you
Which is fuckin' dumb because he got a
Son that's gon' continue the cycle
You see how life do?
That's why when you try to hype up
This life like you this righteous type
It gets me excited to fight and strike you
Cause it's like he just confused, bro
Don't it? His homies be like
"B rag!" but all we see
Is Malibu's Most Wanted nigga, you frontin'!
Ain't been through nothin', yo' scared ass!
Fuckin' coon! Turn a silver spoon
To a red rag
Just to brag like you ain't made no mistakes
Bitch, I will call up Ace and a
Real African'll paint on yo' face
Nigga, you fake!
I told you, "Fix my plate" Right, Smack?
But they was sleepin' it's time I
Bring my state right back
Don't give a fuck about these
Sucker niggas they type wack
Cause, I'm a nigga outta
Norfolk straight like that!