I'm WNY Melly, I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell For him, I inherit the beef, yeah, fuck all them pushin' Pee Let me see you push a T, you better off spittin' again on him

You think I'm about pushin' me, he's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terrence Crawford Yeah, I'm whoopin' your feet, You'll wanna take me out personally This is a friendly fade, you should keep it that way, I know some shits About **** that make I got this killer up under me, I can't talk to my mother, so I dirty talk to Derry Gonna Wanna look like a saint, I'm bampin' about critics, not about gimmicks, not about these serratus

It's all about love and hate, now let me say I'm the bigger hater I hate the way that you talk when you walk way To the talk I hate the way that you dress, I hate the way that you sneak this If I catch flight, it's gonna be direct We hate the bitches who fuck cause they confuse themselves with real women And notice I said, we, it's not just Me, I'm what the culture feelin' How many more fairytale stories about your life till we have

Enough money? How many feet do you see that's black that feature that find me and feel that you're black Enough? The boy, but where is the man? Cause I ain't even your matter-of-fact, I ain't even your bleedin' yet, Can I bleed him

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough Yo, go on, make him, ****, bring back Puff Let's see if these chubs really crash somethin, yeah, my first one like that Last one, it's a classic, you don't Have one Let your core audience stomach that you tell him where you go Get your abs from B-12, it's from the

Fast one, bow, bow, bow Last one, remember my life's on me Like an overdose, I'm slowly drowning

Driftin' into the arms of trouble, the trouble holds me A top dog, who the fuck they think they playin' on Extortion? My middle name is C, as you jump off the plane Bitch, I'm allergic to the lame, shit only to the late To bein' famous Yachi can't give me, and you, no swag Neither I don't give a fuck about who you hang with I Hate the way you walk, the way you talk I hate the way you dress, surprised you walk

Wanted that feature, request, you know what's the best When I'm got that shit to your address I even hate it When you say the word, ****, but that's just like me, I guess

The boy, but where is the man? Cause I ain't even your matter of fact I ain't even your bleedin' yet, can I bleed Him

The term real ****'s publicly used And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fuckin' confused Are you one Of those always bustin' your tool With nothin' to lose to somethin' to prove

Two homies up in your crew, it's two Because you're sellin' drugs to get loot And brag about how you done been Shot And stabbed like it was fun to be you

But the life struggles ain't right And you stay in the hustle, though, nah, you hamster ass ****, you just suck In A loop, some shit, I just cringe-worthy It's even gotta be better and deeper, I guess

But still love when you success Everything with me, I blessed and kept makin' my dance Wave your hand and it Won't be no threat I know when they call you BT

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