This cat in the back of the bag, he mad cos his slag stole his do-rag/
His puffy is big an he stacks his shit high, backpack a mountain to find yaself a fag/
He a specific mutha fucker who wants the game to run in his favour/
Mess with my flavor, you be fuckin with my behaviour u better be prayin to ya savior/
This shit be blinder than stevie wonder, I be battlein a nigga i done never heard of/
He messin with my mental but all he wanna do is take me home an get my coat off/
His baby mama's drama be messin with his mind, he's tryin ta battle me but ain't got no words to rhyme/
This shit is easy for me to find an I dictate it to you slowly, you a petty street nigga, playin liquor store crime/
I exetended my lines cos this shits made to be spit by bone thugs an twista the faster rappers/
You miss every other weekend due to court required quality time cos you this baby's pappa/
Hit you with ya name is it the granmastr or stair master all it does is help me win this thing faster/
I'm the leader of the pack, kill niggas back to back, hear ya spine crack, cos u a microphone disaster/

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