Chorus**
come on ya'll gotta stop all this fronting//
you keep talking like you got sumthing//
cause everything you spit is just lines about nothing//
Chorus**

i could hold every line against you just call it black mail//
if you reading my lines then your seeing matel bar but you ain't in jail//
the only way ya'll gonna be big is if ya'll put it in ya name//
sex, money, and death damn this rap shit always the same//
you say random words in your raps but really who the fuck cares//
ya'll trying to play wit lions and bears wit just whips and chairs//
so wat you got a flow that ain't nothing if you ain't got good words//
i wanna no how ya'll go from raping about big ass ta birds//
half the big words you saying your raps you don't even no what they mean//
and now ya'll friends wit the fucking FCC so you keep it all clean//

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