Who the fuck did u teach? Bitch, u ain’t teach me shit, I was born with the gift, came out spitting from the crib, I say fuck ur whole world with the pattern of a dick, I ain’t biting your style cuz your style ain’t shit, lil Bitch tryna son me? U don’t know me. U the O.G? U just old g, brother, u like one of those crazy uncs tryna front like he still got it, just to pull a muscle mid verse cuz u just forgot it, shiii, Can’t believe I gotta do this again, another mid rapper thinking that ur loose with the pen, you write like your bars stuck in 2010, with a flow so stale, it belong in the bin. talk tough online, but in person pretend, I see the fear in your eyes don’t need to zoom in the lens. I aint stressin’ over nothin’ that’s beneath me, fam, I drop gems, you drop songs that could barely withstand. You don’t want it, nah, you don’t want smoke we could talk online, but in person you choke Tryna flex that pen, but your bars are too broke Actin like a king with no throne bro you barely a joke You don’t want it, nah, you don’t want smoke we could talk online, but in person you choke Tryna flex that pen, but your bars too broke Actin like a king with no throne bro you barely a joke Shit I go brrrr on ya whole demeanor, Flip scripts quick like I’m Tarantino with a femur, Snap bones in the booth, I’m a dreamer turned into a reaper, your a SoundCloud feature, I’m a headline speaker. Tryna diss me? Boy, that’s suicide rap, every line I drop feel like a booby trapped fact. and ya goofy ass act, couldn’t move me with that, I spit ether through your speakers or in front of yo fam. please, don’t make me get in my bag, getting out the toe tags, for your rhymes body bags, shit I shouldn’t do that, shit I didn’t mean to snap, I just turn thanos when a rapper gets clapped, I’ve been chillin’, but the smoke got me active again, Y’all was safe till I snapped with the pad and the pen, Now it’s practice again I’m just passin through em, Like a glitch in the game, I collapse what you send. You don’t want it, nah, you don’t want smoke we could talk online, but in person you choke Tryna flex that pen, but your bars are too broke Actin like a king with no throne bro you barely a joke You don’t want it, nah, you don’t want smoke we could talk online, but in person you choke Tryna flex that pen, but your bars too broke Actin like a king with no throne bro you barely a joke Brrrrrrrrrrr

U don’t want it