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(Berge always flexin')
Hah, ignorance

Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me
Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me

So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho, that nigga played it cold, like he was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line, a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rouge, to that Nola, yeah, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes, and bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't fuck around
I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hol' on
Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just eighteen, you don't compare to me
And never ever up in life, we couldn't compete

You want to jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone"
And I know when the rain pours, it could be me or either of them that's gone

So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch niggas

You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga
Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin'
I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches
Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across they face, fuck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga

Nigga, you a trick, and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else, just for to say, "I hate you niggas"
Nigga, bring your bold-ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga
Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got a fee, that's to get money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments
So Mr. Rap-Boy, shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas
Word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you young niggas and, bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone"
And I know when the rain pours, it could be me or either of them that's gone

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