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R&Bitch ( Diddy Diss )
- Yo, Diddy, more like Ditto, clone in a tux,
- Built an empire off Big, but you still suckin’ luck—
- Actin’ mogul, but moguls don’t dance in they suits
- You moonwalk on graves while the legends get mute
- You bought votes, bought songs, bought time in the light
- But can’t buy respect when your name ain't writ right.
- You dropped “Making the Band,” but forgot how to make ‘em—
- Signed dreams to death row, with contracts that break ‘em
- Had B.I.G. as your lifeline, now you just gasping,
- You Bad Boy forever? Nah, just bad at lastin'
- I spit truth, no Ciroc on My table—straight ether,
- You sell bottles, I bottle rage, then unleash the reaper.
- Dancin’ in the mirror, tryna channel MJ,
- But even the glove said, “That boy moves gay.”
- (No hate—just facts from the rhythm you fake,
- You moonwalk, I stomp—crack the earth with a quake.)
- Talkin’ “Can’t stop, won’t stop,” what a cheap chant,
- Even your ad libs sound like a washed up aunt.
- You take credit like a leech in designer apparel,
- But couldn’t write a 16 if your mansion was in peril.
- I’m a riddle in a hoodie, bars colder than your soul,
- Your legacy’s a remix that forgot the drumroll.
- You rich, but empty—your heart’s like your verses: hollow,
- No wonder every protégé outgrew you and followed.
- Mase ran to God, Loon ran too,
- Shyne did time, now he won’t even say “salute.”
- You pushin’ R&B now? Like that’s gon’ hide the truth—
- But the devil wears Prada, and we seein’ the proof.
- The industry owes you nothin', stop chasin’ nostalgia,
- You a ghost in the boardroom—hauntin’ your own saga.
- I’m the voice of the ones you forgot in the climb,
- A new era, no glitter—just bars and a spine.
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