Shelf Life / Sovereign. (WealthM...
• Written by PK13
// 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.
