More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
But i got so many bars
Want the title but im always fighting under card
Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard
You cant even handle 2 bars
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in
I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even
Sb nike's, with the grey box
And your readin my bars
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
I ain't gotta try too hard to rip your shit bars, suck it
Did you make your bars that great, nope, it ain't hard to tell
Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
What to do with these bars, huh? y'all say lucifer's hard,
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