[Intro]
I want to start this shit off straight tellin' all three of y’all, stop playing with my name. Stop playing with my fucking name, you understand me? When y'all see my name, put some respect on it. Put some respect on my name. I knew a few places we was at, I could've pulled up but I don’t think that was gangster. I wanted to come look you in ya face like a man and tell you how I feel
Yo
[Verse 1]
Goddamn I was independent, but fuckers aren't with it
Goddamn, I was in a bad mood, bapped with the rap shit
Weed in possession spent the west in Packy
Bitchin' from Lansing run around, them bitches still in advance
Shoutout my homies, the Zoom Crew
Fuck with a dealer, you fuck with a killer
My homie got shot 'cause he runnin' the block with the wrong dude
No line to make an appeal like Tayche, tryna be something you ain't
Rap about money but shit, you ain't funny
What happened to you as a kid? What happened to you as a teen?
What happened to you and the team? What happened to you being better than me?
What happened to you selling tickets? I'm sick of you lying to me
Sick of you crying to me
You should suck a dick you fucking bitch, well you good on your knees
[Interlude]
I don’t know, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Oh no, now let me get lyrical
I’m publicly eviscerating your variables
"'Pollo, what the fuck you rapping for? Man you were terrible"
Shit I’m so flattered, I could probably be split at the half
But still be at work in person, fuck your 9 to 5
Your music's hysterical, yo
You probably won't even respond, but shit
If you do, I saved you time
I live in the palms, you live in the house
And really and honest, you don't even count
You really don’t live in the trenches, talking to Twitter you live in the trenches
Talking that bullshit again, I'm gon' have to tell you to get out my mansions
Fuck it man, this ain't no beef, never go beef with a soldier
You ain't a soldier, rap about shit that I seen
Summer sixteen, you wasn't rapping, that shit gon' be over
What's goody?
[Interlude]
Yo, and honestly, I really respect Tayche for sayin' my name in that fuckin' song
And for Billy, you're a fucking pussy
Yo, let's get it
[Verse 3]
Billy, you're really tryna fuck with the man
That really the man of this shit
Man of the city, your homies ain't with ya
They're with me, you gotta be kidding me, dog
Gotta be shitting me, guess you done fucked up your history
Went up for 45 minutes and no one was fuckin' with y'all
Real shit, left 'cause of you, nobody fucking with you
Homeboy even told you to get off the stage
I think you're like 20 or something
Why you fucking women that three years below you in age?
And this nothing personal, take shit to home, and don't take this shit personal
Let's not talk about business when I'm in this
Y'all want my homies that came us, we cookin' up something
You talk about spitting, well fuck it, let's get it
Be you a hundred, I see y'all is nothing
Really stop fucking around
Fucking my bitch but she can't even drive
All you did was stick your dick in her mouth
Oh shit, that shit was a lie
[Outro]
Yo, cut that shit, I'm gonna show you that I am the greatest
Bring all of your weapons when you step in my apartment
I don't think your pussy's no, what the fuck you just started
Now I think you're mentally retarded
You can talk that bullshit and you tell how you don't fuck with me as an artist
But that's a shame if you say that
'Cause I got real connects in the game, I hope you feel that
I saw Boz last night, he dapped me up and said, "Fuck it"
Now he was never with it, I get it, but I ain't frontin'
Tayche was never bussin', bussin' I'm loud
Gats argue was just stuntin', you really ain't 'bout that
All that sittin' in the back with Mac make you sound wack
Especially how the hook say, I really really really don't want beef
Tyler, you really really really ain't on beat
You want beef, fuck a record, let us ketchup
I'll meet you at the corner you claim that you bought an X from
My worst record out will end up being the best one
Quit acting like you a peasant when you reppin' the 'burbs
You flauntin' the 40 on that you find on the curb but shit, Billy
Your shit sound silly when I pop on your diss
We listen, we stoppin' on God, reminisce
What you know about sleepin' on the floor?
What you know about nights when you slept with no heat
No electric, no cover, no sheets motherfucker?
