Bun b, i’m underground king
And the truth been in hiding
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Of a sociopath from a damaged family
Let me rideuntil i get free
Murder his family
I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents
Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
From now on we must be like a family,
You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss
Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this
Stop hiding behind the blind
Pay my haters not too much mind
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