DISSconnected

I can't be your one You be doing too much I went eye for eye And made you lose trust Even Young T Told you not to rush How you in love All I gave was lust No slow touch Then I made you hush Power and control Then I let it burn like Ush Claiming you the shit Now I'm bout flush It was time to cut you off Call it dust to dust No Bullshit All these niggas chasing me Still mad They can't get a taste of me They gotta move pies I ain't talkin bakery Keep it real Cuz I never did fakery I'm a entrée You bitches unsavory I be deadup Y'all be moving playfully Been humble Ain't no inflating me Own what I say Cuz I move with bravery Got them watered down They surfing I'm the only dise They merchan Had to some block pages They lerking And they still Behind them curtains Dime in the face I'm down to earth Demand respect I know my worth Couldn't be brought Go and have that Purse Couldn't make him better So I made'em worse He either full of lies Or full of percs Got him digging me I ain't talking dirt Antics be fishy I don't fuck with Merc And all my Rastas tools Stay hot as Jerk Now I'm on to the next I was too right that's why I left Now you pleading what a mess Tryna one on one you ain't Flex If I'm doing too much Then you doing the least Always had the cake You couldn't get a piece If we get into something It's gone stay discrete We ain't got no future Cuz you for the streets Can't school me Go teach your children nigga If we talking Genres My whole tape a Thriller Neighbors know ya name But that don't make you Trigga Mouth was something like Paul's All a pon mi river Now I'm at ya crib Parking on Trulia Just don't know What imma do to ya Made you think I was pursuing ya Demond the time Like I'm Lucifer Beat is dumb But my flow stupider This going up Way past Jupiter I came alone She brought a slew with her I been winning This nothin new to ya No relation to Roy Y'all must of forgot Number one in the league You can't take my spot Always keep it Sheek I ain't even from the Lox Type to go and tell Roddy This shit out the box Never got hopped And I'm smooth like scotch Always make connects Like I'm down with dots Everybody going down Imma dig they plots Still working on my stomach As I count my nots About my Moneybag Yo Word to Kyle's Sister And bitches done exist Like Carrie's mister Thought you had a chance You couldn't never be my mister He started acting like gold And got treated like glitter Known for going Ghost I don't even whisper Make him a nervous reck Yea I call him Jitters Say you don't fuck with birds But you stay on Twitter I'm the one that got away And that makes you bitter Cuz I can't be ya one You be doing too much Went eye for eye And made you lose trust Even Young T Told you not to rush How you in love All I gave was lust No slow touch Then I made you hush Power and control Then I let it burn like Ush Claiming you the shit Now I'm bout flush It was time to cut you off Call it dust to dust