[Intro]
Yo, we not doing this for the 2020s
Y’all been bickering back-and-forth for the past 12 years
Not saying names, just chasing fame, sneak dissin' with major claims
Now sit y’all top five asses down before I make change
[Verse]
Okay, seem like y’all all takin' shots but everybody swerve and miss
This for all the dogs on Michael Vick lookin' for Cerberus
Speaking of falling off, you ran the top now you deserve the cliff
Said you love when they count you out, nigga, you gon' love this shit
Know this nigga not talkin' to me (Nigga), holy shit, I think he is
Switch your voice every couple of bars to hide the fact you ain't say shit
How are you gon' take a hiatus and come back like you still greatest?
Only seen with Baby Keem so you keep up with the latest trends
Fake deep, fake woke, you and J. Cole the same boat
Everything black revolutionary, then when the riots happened, y’all choked
They like, "Who the hell Samad Savage? Why he think he could speak on those folk?"
Wouldn’t be the first time a no-name aimed then bang and came at your throats
Everybody look like the menu is nothing to end you
How you let lil' ol' Jermaine come defend you when Diddy was vengeful?
Wait, why the fuck y’all at a Diddy party anyway?
Speakin' of him, some of y’all bars shot
But let Shyne take the blame, killin' Big everyday
But if Drake dropped Detroit 2, "Oh, it’s a classic with accolades"
Favoritism for the light skin niggas, colorism at the top of its game
Some of y’all think I’m diggin' my grave, bet these niggas won’t enter my cage
Side profile, you get my fade, bro uninspired and missin' his shots
I think that’s why he gave Tory the praise
Look at Megan getting glory today, still ain’t give her no response
You rather diss a bunch of women, Pusha T and Ye
And you still getting son'd by Jay
Whether it’s Z or Cole, all them hits and you still ain’t got "Control"
But I got bigger bones to pick than little Kendrick or BBL, bro
I’m the villain of your dreams your whole team get Kimbo’d
How do you leave rap then come back? Either way you can’t go pro
Jermaine, you love this rap shit or not? If you ain’t shittin' then get off the pot
Penthouse with a late electric bill, I’m here to off your top
Sick nigga and I came with coffins, yeah, I'm here to take my shot
Fat nigga on a spirit Airline, yeah, I’m taking all three spots
Y'all niggas don't rap like this
Like an unborn poet, I might snap in this bitch, okay, okay, okay, okay
Keep one flow? Man, I’m like, "Wait, no way"
Way too cold and I got no class
Man, I might be saved in her phone as “Snowday”
No way, you think you can be competition
I predicted you won’t have a pot to piss in
Opposition of a close to Samad position
Stop your mission, you must have a cock addiction
Slobbering sloppy top on a throbbin' dick
It's mine your licking, hardly fittin', gobble it
Your body’s twitching I just did this to say it’s fuck you 'til you die
Nah, I'm kidding, but
Y'all was my heroes (Y'all was my heroes)
Y’all doing lame shit (Y'all doing lame shit)
Y’all became weirdos (Y’all became weirdos)
Yeah, y’all got talent (Yeah, y’all got talent)
But you don’t talk 'bout shit (But you don’t talk 'bout shit)
Y’all let y’all arrogance lead you, I ain't with that proud shit
Y'all who trippin', could be spittin' 'bout the Congo
Sudan or Palestine, but y'all rather distract folk
Fuck we talkin' 'bout diss tracks for?
I only did this to bring some attention to causes that y'all never rapped for
I'ma get where y'all at one day, but I’m zig where y'all zagged though
Heheheh, forget deleting this later, delete y'all shit now
[Outro]
Hahaha, I’m just kidding Big 3, y'all know I love you
But nah, seriously
Speak about some more important shit, bro
I know y'all got it in you
I'm saying this as like somebody who watched y'all fight for what y'all believe in to get where y'all at
So you know what I'm saying?
Like, I don't even care who really like rap the best anymore
Like, that shit is so played out
There's so much more realer shit going on in the world
Um, just make music with a message
Speaking of music with a message
EP droppin' soon
Oh, one last thing
(The things that you lied about)
(You don't want them out)
Nah, no, I'm just fuckin' wit' y'all, peace
