The marathon of this game always changes in pace
Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,
All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?
Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
Been blood with them bricks, pimp
You are a bad patient
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
Both are right it only matters how hard you try
Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand
I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped
Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why
I know how bad i hurt you but it also made me cry
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