Diss Song

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Yea

I got some shit on my mind

First off this song meant to be taken wrong

Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved

Heard it was you out making out with my dawg

Went to school together

Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss

Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along

Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg

You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars

Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off

Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same

Looked down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same

Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?

Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?

Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing

Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations

Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it

Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it

I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded

Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated

For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it

And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap

You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat

Take your shades off, I’m like

(Remember me?)

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain’t gotta take it this far

So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song

They just wanted this song, tell em play this song

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Listen to this song

Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory

Judging my highlights when it’s shots like horry

Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me

Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me

Your remarks, playin league out of character

Your social past couldn’t make a dollar in america

On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid

Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?

I gave you niggas something to ride to

Gave you niggas something to get fly to

Gave you niggas something to die to

Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through

I advise you, do what yo life allow you to

You’re a fan nigga? It’s cool, I was once too

All that feedback, really don’t need that

You like it? Buy it,

You don’t? Don’t cop it

Catid, it be great but my eyes lit

Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance

It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant

I’m big event so go ahead and vent

I’m big event so go ahead and vent

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain’t gotta take it this far

So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song

They just wanted this song, tell em play this song

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Listen to diss song

Listen to diss song

Diss song

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain’t gotta take it this far

I ain’t tryna diss you

I ain’t tryna diss you

Tell em play this song

I ain’t tryna diss you

Make a diss song

Tell em play this song

Diss song

Diss song

Bill rings, let the birds sing

Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring

This moment of clarity

I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece

They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak

Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach

Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats

Tryna compete, t-raww’s

Make this idea complete

Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?

God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain

It’s rules to the shit, but just it ain’t a game

Give or take, niggas still gon violate

Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin

You tough? It’s always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law

Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact

Went from hood racks to maybachs, how hood is that?

Blacks on the wall, wall, my stick on gap

Backpack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that

Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone

These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song

Motherfucker