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Shelf Life / Sovereign. (WealthMasta Clarification, Response, & Diss)
- //I'm bored, so here's a track.
- //In response, to Wealthmastas diss.
- //Specifically, in response, mainly to this.
- //"And PK came on this site drippin, Jonah filled his starfish up
- //But we prolly coulda flipped him if we grilled him long enough, like fucking WealthBurger"
- //Verse 1
- Astonishing to me.
- Thinkin' its demolishing, but really you're just frolicking.
- Now I'm responding because of you acknowledging me, narcissists.
- Read your garbages, I vomited, I'm not with it.
- So now I'm targetin' and hard hittin', caliber through blockages,
- Now ya heads only attached by a string, you look like an ostrich
- Fuck you say that for, was that a compliment, am I misunderstanding?
- Say ya like my confidence, do you got no self consciousness?
- Oh yes, I'm marvelous, but sovereign, I am independent.
- You ain't quintessential to RapPad, half your diss is misconceptions
- The fucks your progression, your way to being tremendous?
- 'til tears reach your stream of blood, you only then get to acceptance
- You ain't got no redemption,
- how come you ain't say shit bout yourself, when you was aggressive?
- Welcome to heaven, then ya start the engine, have ya meet the devil
- Oh, how precious, you and Jeezy touchin' tips with affection
- I'm discontented,
- in milliseconds, you'll see disconnection of your lower section
- With a single barrel, but still ill directed, body disassembles,
- that's your misimpression, deserves a disability and spinal corrections
- Like rear suspension, but your spindle legged,
- as WM shoves his pickle barrel into Jeezy.
- Now look back in reflection,
- you start with rebellion, and end with depression
- So in remembrance, say confessions to the ascended,
- //Hook
- Niggas gotta go
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night, they still dreamy.
- Niggas gotta go.
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night they still dreamy.
- So ya niggas gotta go.
- //Verse 2
- Grilled 'em long enough?
- Ya cant convert nobody except for damn nobodies
- In your gross body, walk to the porch, and hit the road, donkey.
- Niggas really ass, to ass like close bodied
- Y'all must be pro nazi, with all that fuckin' zombie talk
- Cant look at a nigga fondly, what's a hobby, he takes seriously
- He might rap, but he's off beat, send a nigga to the rockies
- Tell em to join the army, he say "mommy, mommy! I'd rather go for a gandhi."
- I bet you don't shower, you're dog cheap, buyin' dollys and barbies
- Failed at rappin' bars to a beat, ya niggas is snotty, ya really copied?
- Writin' like him is in your dreams, shit, whats the hierarchy?
- Of x factor, the monarchy,
- of nazis, and pedos, and commies, and 14 age year olds, and rainbows
- Minor shows, ain't no halos, just 'hey ho, where's yo taco?'
- And its about rap, from blacks?
- Ya disrespect the railroad.
- //Hook
- Niggas gotta go
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night, they still dreamy.
- Niggas gotta go.
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night they still dreamy.
- So ya niggas gotta go.
- //Verse 3
- Fuck was wealthburger?
- I'm sure you'd want that, fat ass nigger
- I'll put ya through a thriller, but comedy, cuz that line was corny.
- You're paintin' a different picture as a story.
- The winners glory, not twitter, but to your shawty
- Get er for dinner, and surely we do doggie, further than the unzipped zipper
- Make this shit linger, and swallow you like a prisoner
- You're off your peak, this off season, why you play?
- You're in the vineyard, blood gushin' from your arms and shit
- Make ya whimper, like when Jeezy whispers, and then you shiver
- His nut on your fingers, in silvers and whites, you two are kissers
- You're mirrored by imbeciles doin' intercourse,
- Because you don't prepare for a gunshot wound in the liquor store
- And silverforks in your jugular, mid war.
- //Hook
- Niggas gotta go
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night, they still dreamy.
- Niggas gotta go.
- Who does wealthmasta blow?
- Jeezy.
- They assholes is creamy
- They was in each other deeply
- At night they still dreamy.
- So ya niggas gotta go.
- Ya gotta go.
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