heres the real thing

this kid is gettin bashed but he comes up actin like a star//
of course crack shit is trash....his ass uses recycled bars//
i leave u aired out like u flossin the new Jordan?s//
this kid is slept on like bugs, nothin he says seems to be import ant//
time after time u drop played lines, n it's so depressin//
come correct? nah kid, ur styles bent like a yoga session//
smell of cindered flesh, as I toast this emcees like weddings//
layed plates above ur head to serve you something up setting//
ur flow is dope? i love it man when u throw a hundred grand//
cause this kid couldn't spit tight even with stomach cramps//
i mimic moves, of kleptomaniacs in stealing you//
face it, u rappin naked cause ya clothes ain't feelin u//

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