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Red Zone ft. Comingforya (Justiceproctor and CSL Response)
- //Verse 1 (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Your label be breeding diseases and it’s my job to defeat every fetus
- I feast on your weakness, bleeding and pleading but it’s too fuckin’ late once the beast begins eating
- Comparing yourself to Lil_Chip, you’re more like Little Caeser’s, you retard, cause y’all fiends are so cheesy
- And with all the meat that you’re eating, pizza’s the only thing that you leaving in pieces
- Dissed 2 legends last week and got back in the charts, cause I’m not a legend, I’m an actual god
- I know you fags have a spark, and I ain’t talkin’ bout candles, you tards
- But maybe the reason y’all lacking the props, isn’t because of some magical law
- But because you’re too busy matching on Grindr to possibly come close to matching my bars
- Acting like some innovators, I have 37 non diss tracks, find a different angle
- You ain’t the Rappad liberators, jealous cause we’re winning daily so you try to imitate it
- Bitches full of envy, acting like our biggest haters then a minute later
- They create a shitty label, tryna mimic our success because they really crave it
- And Justice be goin’ inside of mines, bitch, you take your pipe and slide in
- CSL’s hole, I know you like a tight end, I ain’t talkin’ football, but you’re like a tight end
- And you’re in the red zone, bitch it’s time for violence, boutta smite these linemen
- Claiming you got grips but I’m climbing higher, so if you’re a Colt, than I’m a giant
- Flaming these pricks, they got angry and then said let’s glaze on our dicks
- Display it online and then name it a diss, damn, y’all looking like Ray J and Kim
- Saying I won’t put the blade through your skin, bitch, I already basically did
- In our last battle, you put some lame restrictions and then lost by your own rules you made so you’d win
- Y’all are fake ass puppets, most of you BLVCK SHXXP cuckolds used to hate each other
- And now y’all be glazing tougher than honey buns, claiming you came from nothing
- I know you lames are bluffing since we easily made you break like butter
- Y’all brains are fuckin’ full of space and nothin,’ I blame y’all, and I also blame your mothers
- //Verse 2 (Comingforya)//
- Bring the heat like a summer barbecue while making sure there’s no desecration
- Of the sacred art, so when they try to copy me, it’s just weak emulation
- Y’all crumble like a cookie under the pressure of a hunger fueled decimation
- Yeah, that cookie didn’t stand a chance, much like the rumors they spread, which are pure defamation
- That I swat away with the ease of a fly swatter during a southern summer, where recitation
- Of my victories feels more like a victory lap than a chore, I’ll revoke their doubts with a simple revocation
- And then breathe easy with a refreshing exhalation
- Like the sigh of relief after finding out your package wasn’t lost in transit but was just waiting for you behind a bush, leading me to dig deep, almost like an excavation
- Of my own willpower, and reclaim what’s mine in a reclamation
- That’s so thorough it deserves a documentary complete with detailed explication
- Of how I managed to thrive despite the sequestration
- Of my Wi Fi password, which, as you can imagine, led to some serious segmentation
- Of my time, mostly spent searching for the hidden post it note where I wrote it down, and if you’re wondering how I manage to stay so cool under pressure, consider this my recantation
- Of all doubts, as I perform a verbal extrication
- Of excuses from my mindset, making sure my ride through life is smooth as silk, like a pro at equitation
- Who doesn’t need a saddle to stay in control, crossing borders and breaking
- Barriers like I’m on a never ending emigration
- From mediocrity, my ideas spreading wide like an emanation
- Of creative energy that’s unstoppable, even when things dry up like desiccation
- In a desert, I draw from the roots of my derivation
- And keep on thriving, taking what’s mine, leaving no room for deprivation
- Or doubts as I engage in my obstacles’ depredation
- //Outro (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Ay, fuck CSL and Justiceproctor
- Fuck the BLVCK SHXXP
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