round 2

BeatSlinger, he made me this record

Let my demons off a leash

When it comes to this beef

I'ma leave 'em on the beat, oh

Ain't no reason to compete

With something they can't even see

I leave 'em in the dark and keep laughing, mmm

You somebody just to get some clout, you ridiculous

Got a platinum plaque, all I did was play frisbee with it

I heard you're in my ex's in-vows, go ahead and hit it

She told me all about it, you're an idiot

Ooh, somebody's stuck in their feelings

I made a song, didn't say any names

But you automatically stood up and took the blame

Oh damn, that must've hit home, man

And if none of it was true, why'd you get mad then?

You got so defensive and I'm laughing

Ha, let me get that bottle of gold for you, yeah

Just to show you who is holding it

If you made it 'bout the money, I'm controlling it

'Bout to put you on some shit you didn't know existed