• Written by wasp
wasp's Notes
exercising
fake-ass rapper, ya artificial
got recognition not cause your art official
keep talkin' shit, ima hit you
Not repairin’ your lame-ass wack bars, not about to fix you
talk on my name? ima diss you
leave your career in a ditch where the piss pool
claim you the truth? thats hilarious
more like a stain that the game gotta serious
pocket your pride when you step to the king
one wrong move and im wringin' your neck like a string
you aint a threat, you a pest in my view
step outta line, get erased like a tattoo
all that barkin' dont make you a dog
just a mutt with no bite, get dragged through the fog
pocket your dreams, they aint ever gon' last
im the end of your verse, you the shit in the past
now shut the fuck up 'fore I flatten your ego
pocket your life, heres your receipt, see ya, peon
