Woah, woah, what the fuck is this

Ayo, they say I'm 730, say I spaz out

King Bee is ill, he'll wild out

But can, ya feel my pain, I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurting so bad inside

Uh, got my paper stacked

In the winter, it's 250 on my back

I only smoke it out the pack, is you on crack

I'm smoking rappers, take the L, he ain't coming back

Woah, uh, **** swearing he the shit, though

I fuck your bitch Then tell that bitch to take a Lyft hoe

I smack your daddy cause that **** raised a snitch hoe

I run the game then blow the money like Nintendo

ya **** flexin on the book, but I was flexin on the low

What **** from the roc wearin Gucci head to toe

That just remind me how you **** did me, grimy thou

Still with the shit, got a problem, come and find me, ho

I be spitting Barz like I been in jail

If you ever diss the king, he gon' give you hell

**** really getting mad cause I'm coming up

If he keep adding to the hate, we gon' sum it up

Fuck king bee, that's all I hear, my name is in your mouth

If he keep talking like a 40, we gon' dub you out

Fuck king bee, we keep it quiet like the library

If I keep hearing my name, we gon' bloody marry

Why these **** talking crazy when I'm not around

But when we in the same room, y'all wanna talk it out

If you talk it then live it, don't forget it, bitch

This ass beating coulda really been prevented, bitch

You was talking all this shit ain't backing it up

I'ma leave you as a corpse then I'm bagging you up

**** said I only rap like the old school folks

You was just about to kill yourself, now you got jokes

Oh you that alpha-bet? I'm laughing at you cause you poor

I get you laid out for cheap, sort of like a thrift store

Shot is as close to, up next you'll get

And I ain't being, indirect, all you **** is bitch

Ayo, how my name always the topic

And I ain't popping yet, **** really bitches

Gosspin about another cat, and y'all never go hard on the rap

Okay, once or twice but you ain't all of that

I got seconds on my clock, I'm finna shoot it like Pimpin

Said that I was coming, **** should had listened

He wanted me to lose, told the **** keep wishing

Somehow he disappeared, they called me magician

Ah, ah, we smoking on KIJUAN

On his mother, said we smoking on KIJUAN

Fire in the house, we smoking on KIJUAN

YEAH Bitch, said we smoking on KIJUAN

Oh, oh, oh, uh, yeah, uh

If I was gonna burn the crib, I woulda did it with you in it I ain't saving you no more, the situation is finished

Ah, uh-huh, oh, yeah

And King B on the track, so you know it's about the bars

Yeah

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