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    [Intro]
    I ain't tryna diss you
    I just wanna know the issue
    Yea
    I got some shit on my mind

    [Verse 1]
    First off, this song, meant to be tooken wrong
    Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem resolved
    Heard it was you I'm like nah not my dawg
    Went to school together Took the bus and all
    Back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
    Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
    Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
    You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
    Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it's head off
    Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
    Looked down the shit I saw now, I don't look at shit the same
    Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
    Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
    Same gravity hold you down, that's embarrassing
    Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
    Told niggas we're related, even when I made it
    Had nothing but good things to say about you
    Even though you still hate it
    I know you think 'cause this fame I'm probably jaded
    Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated
    For me, I don't care if that car lease, you in it you own it
    And that's all me, being smart don't mean cheap
    You could take a life sitting in the driver's seat
    Take your shades off, I'm like
    (Remember me?)

    [Hook]
    I ain't tryna diss you
    I just wanna know the issue
    If you know what you say then say who you are
    We ain't gotta take it this far
    So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
    They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
    I ain't tryna diss you
    I just wanna know the issue
    Listen to this song

    [Verse 2]
    Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
    Judging my highlights when it's shots like Horry
    Always tryin tô take from me, criticize, hate on me
    Wanna call me fake cuz you really can't relate tô me
    Your remarks, blatantly out of character
    You sociopaths couldn't make a dollar in America
    On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
    Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
    I gave you niggas something to ride to
    Gave you niggas something to get fly to
    Gave you niggas something to die to
    Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through
    I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
    You're a fan nigga? it's cool, I was once too
    All that feedback, really don't need that
    You like it? Buy it
    You don't? don't cop it
    Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
    Ignorance is bliss so I can't blame yo ignorance
    It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
    I'm a big event so go ahead and vent
    (I'm a big event so go ahead and vent)

    [Hook]

    [Bridge]
    Listen to diss song
    Listen to diss song
    Diss song
    If you know what you say then say who you are
    We ain't gotta take it this far
    I ain't tryna diss you
    I ain't tryna diss you
    Tell em play this song
    I ain't tryna diss you
    Make a diss song
    Tell em play this song
    Diss song
    Diss song

    [Verse3]
    Bill rings, let the birds sing
    Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
    This moment of clarity
    I do it for my auntie? s nephew, never had a niece
    They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak
    Don't mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach
    Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats
    Tryna compete, T-Raww? s
    Make this idea complete
    Ryan just got killed, who is there tô blame?
    God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
    It's rules to the shit, but just it ain't a game
    Give or take, niggas still gon violate
    Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin
    You tough?
    It's always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law
    Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact
    Went from hood racks tô Maybachs, how hood is that?
    Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
    Gat packed, backpack, backpack rapper never was that
    Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone
    These simple heartbeats, that's a real diss song
    (Motherfucker)

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