Meet Leslie

Dear Leslie,

I’m sorry that your fly high as the wings

You only win cause of your handicap

I’m sorry that he had made a mistake

You ain’t a rapper, take a good guess, look around

And see paper, when attack flew, she bowed down as a slave

Puppets with no crown, weak lil nigga who tells lies

Tew sly and you tew shall die, if you wanna play family ties

Let’s play, X factor don’t love you, no levels in the sky

As the it comes crashin’ like jenga, hey Leslie, if you reed

Let me teach you somethin’, all the barkin’ is no longer needed

If you feel important you would focus on your rapport

I’ll walk you downstairs to the airport, import allowance

Into the equation, my finances gettin’ paid, so what dinner is on your table

16 year old girl thinkin she the shit, teen ass bitch

Who gets controlled, wanting all the attention

So here’s my attention that you throw your pussy

To push boundaries, don’t lust beef cause you can’t attend

All the hushed parties, she treats genx like a diddy party,

But when we police all the heat, she fucks her heat

Cause she rushes her body pool politically,

You won’t hush so now, lemme drown you lyrically

She ain’t a lyricists, all annotations without

No representation in your bars, creamy sounds

You say, but it ice cold cause she wants cream

Lines after lines she disguised her fears, thesis

Are broken as your broken home, broken hearted

But assuming you consent to my sins is heart failure

If your assumption was to talk shit without consumption

Is frivolous to your generation, since you like to confront big words

Like it’s the government, let’s get personal, about your music views

You didn’t blow until X factor grew some legs onto you

I respected you, now your xeric trying to get magical on euphoria

Tell her genx who died along the way before we had beef, tell her

That I support you, when your intestines turn brown like beef,

In court, you’ll jot down all nice lines, little bits

Of pieces knowing your soft hearted

But I gotta be the villain to scar it

If my flows are dead tell me why the fuck you batling them

Now I gotta dig a grave for this whore who though she was immortal

Impressed you announced all beef shit to hit the fan

But the family matters huh? All the bullshit

Is hittin’ the bullseye, bulls horns hit different

Don’t say your the devil, cause there’s no horns

On your antenna, and then a swirl mixture

Mixes her mind with all types of bullshit she can think of

Let’s lie on your pop album huh, let’s talk about your junk,

I don’t know why your lines think they stab, if

I penetrate the Pennies will fly loose,

It isn’t wise to beef a nigga who is crowned

The greatest of all time in battling huh,

Nigga your a good lie,

Good jokes to join a cult

A joke to society

Nigga got good rhymes but she shouldn’t see any more light

Meet the truth

Dear reeds, I don’t have any reading hating in my body

I don’t understand why your lines treat I’m just an hobby

But you fucked up when you brought up my passion into this,

But when she dies her soul she will dye it again and again to fall into blackness

Your shit fire and all, songs better than disses, but you ain’t ready for this cardio

She just into shenanigans, random rants and ray guns to fake spray

But if you thinkin YOUR THE SHIT YOU GOTTA TRY YOUR HEADLIGHTS AGAIN

SHE WANTS TO FIT ON IN, NIGGA THIS AINT A DISS SONG ANYMORE

NIGGA WHY BELIEVE, YOUR EYES DISRESPECTED JESUS, MORE SINS

SINCE SHE STARTED, YOU ADDRESSED YOUR WORST HEADACHE YET

NIGGA WHY BETTER YOURSELF WHEN X FACTOR FAILS TO BETTER YOU

WHY LISTEN WHEN YOU DON’T READ ANYWAYS, NIGGA YOU LIED

ABOUT RAPS HUH, YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR FLOWS, YOU LIED ABOUT BEATING ME HUH

I KNOW YOU SUCK, THATS WHY YOU RAN FOR MENTION VIEWS CHUMP

YOU LIED ABOUT YOURSELF, YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR WORTH, YOU LIED ON JUNK

YOU LIED ON LINES TO SELF HARM YOURSELF, NIGGA FUCK A DISS TRACK

THIS A LONG LOOK FROM WHAT X FACTOR REALLY ABOUT TO TURN INTO