[Verse 1]
G#mImagine E20 years with a bitter bG#mitch and the same drama
BDame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
C#mK9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
EPussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin'
G#mI’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
F#Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
BYou hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
D#mYou see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
G#mYou sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
BYou singing nigga, ain't gonna be no back up bitch with me
I chew that nC#migga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
EBitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
G#mMuch dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
F#My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
BTax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D#mD.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
G#mOG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
BAnd everybody seen the footage I got
C#mEvery since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
EI ain't gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
G#mIn 2002 you lost 50 pounds, F#ulcers in your liver
BAnd now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NG#mIGGA
BYou always play the sucker part
D#mWhere was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
G#mMatter fact I’m on a true life change
But let's get bBack to that smack and that Tru Life chain
C#mDamn bro
Damn the whole fuckin' land know
EAfter that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
G#mYou had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
F#We all understand though
BYou not really built for this shit
D#mYou not ready to kill for this shit
But no reG#mgrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
BNigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
C#mI’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
You gone Eout rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2
G#mI never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
F#Bitches fuck me but that's what dimes do
BSomebody wanna jump in tell 'em come share
D#mI’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
G#mI'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
BDiplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
C#mYou had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
EAll these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin' guns here
G#mYou way past the gun line
F#Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
BI fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
D#mAnd made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Don’t bG#mlame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my niBgga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
C#mGilet I know you need money I get it
EI know your digital sales I know about your digits
G#mI know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
F#I know it's crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
BI made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
D#mWhen you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
G#mMe amEorin, drive the forBeign, kick the door in
Lady tC#mreat me like him important
I don’t eEven think of scoring
I just run the G#mfloor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
F#On some Kyrie shit, y’all just tBalking
Heard that often
Had to D#mrap again, y’all was boring 'em
Now you can G#mtell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
BThe whole hood know I’m the origin
C#mYou robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
EAnd when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy shit
G#mYou even had the nerve to call up Sham
And use his basF#ketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
BDamn, Cam, I thought more of you
D#mBut when I think about it, that's really all you do
G#mYou really not that fly
You really not that guy
F#You really not that wise
I'm really not surprised
BAll pride aside you try to pay Lodi mD#mom’s to side with your lies
Now I'm like fuck it G#mDrago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
F#Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
BAny nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
Was nigD#mgas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
And thats wG#mord to my nigga Big L
To my niBgga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
C3m
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
Hope you Ehold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
G#mThis Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
BI’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
C#mI’m done rapping with you
You’ll aD#mlways be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you