I ain’t no demon, but I stay up in the shadows I’m lookin for one

I come thru wit two Glocks and a beam, but I don’t really need me a gun

I been chasin around, look at my dreams, I’m boutta have me some fun

What do you mean, you talkin to me, you talkin like it’s your time of the month

You ain’t no man, you out here actin like you got a plan, it sucks

You ain’t no businessman, not a gangster, man, you 50 and stuck in the mud (still stuck)

You ain’t made no strides up in this bitch, you still in the same ass dumbass rut (HAHA)

Say you a killa from Baltimore, come and test it out, come on and push up

If you had somethin’ goin for ya life then you wouldn’t be up all on my dick (get off)

If you had somethin goin for ya life then you would be offline chillin wit ya kids (get lost)

If you had somethin goin for ya life then you’d be more rich and not about this (you fake)

You been adoptin’ minors online, I can’t wait till ya dumbass get sicced (yuh)

Man, it’s sick what you been doin (yuh)

Walkin ‘round pursuin’ (yuh)

Minors online, so you’ll rise high, no adults in ya music (yuh)

Let that sink in, man, this is what you done influenced

You got an army of minors behind you and you proud of dis shit like it is a movement

And this shit is stupid, grown ass man online cryin bout sum ratings

What you gon do, hate me?

You just a bitch ass washed up wannabe fat Slim Shady

Imma keep on risin’ up till they pay me

You too complacent wit rappin, just lazy

Get on a mic and then we can go fight I don’t wanna read paragraphs bout how you’ll slay me

Damn, you know we could’ve been friends in an alternate universe

But me, I don’t condone or support groomers

Hahahaha

My tongue could cut open a demon, boy

Yeah, why you 50 years old and you entertained by teenage rappers

Why you think you got somethin to prove, at 50 why would it matter?

How you callin me a deadbeat when I’m in my daughter’s life

Where’s your daughter, you don’t got none, you pretend with one online

Don’t you project on me, I got my life in order

I ain’t gon argue wit you bout the KKK just cuz you post on a corner

You as white as can be, you don’t know shit about African American torture

What you gon use it for inna song, you ain’t no hero, you ain’t buildin’ aura

You a lil bitch and the whole site know

When you gon build sum, when you gon grow

When you gon make yourself a whole family, wait, that’s not even one of ya goals

How you gon rock wit the same political party that put blacks up in a hole

They made the KKK, how you uneducated when you right at 50 years old

Okay, let’s talk about it then, no common sense

Your 50 with nothin to show for it

I heard you got a kid, tell me where she is,

I heard she really don’t like you much

And ya wife, why don’t you mention her none

Ya fake daughter, does she know about her?

You got a real daughter, just go and pick her up, oh wait, she don’t wan nun to do wit ya

You a loser, I don’t even know why I’m battlin you

You said you’d push up, and if I’m in the Burg you better slide thru, I ain’t playin witchu

Yeah, I’m a patriot and I’m on the loose, feelin suicidal, go and tie the noose

I’m a fuckin problem, betta watch ya moves lil bitch