[Verse]
Welcome to the back blocks
Yeah, you a killer until the gat pops
And when they take a chunk o' yo' apple, it ain't a laptop
I don't take this dude too serious when he mad hot
I'm cool, but he look like a high school mascot (Damn)
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They only talk about me when they hop on a track
Ain't nobody gon' click it if they just honest an' rap
They try to expose n***as, but it's honestly cap
Then drop a diss track that's just awful and wack
When he said I was clout chasin', man, I laughed too long
'Cause I was the promo for his last two songs
Now he been cryin' all week, tell this cat move on
But I'm here, princess, put yo' glass shoes on
He sent shots, so I'm duckin' those
Hunt yo' ass like a buffalo
Treat yo' ass like I'm Marcus, I'm Hulking like Mark Ruffalo
Lyrics? You are not touchin' those
Grab a knife an' start cuttin' ho's
An' I'll go for the jugular since you look like a juggalo
Fuck it though
If we ever brawl together, he'll need Bane's mask just to hold his jaw together
My uncle Dame Dash 'cause he put the rock together
Speakin' o' rock, you must been smokin' rock forever
Or pop whatever to really think you rockin' better
You not that clever, but I'll give you the shot, whatever
It looked like you needed help, I got you, fella
I'm just tryna make sure your next drop is better
Look, I'll damage him
I won't even say that you be panderin'
But you be gamblin' every time that you get to ramblin'
A fan o' him? Please just reconsider yo' plan again
'Cause at this point, not even a mannequin would stand with him
He scramblin'
Unload the blicky, then throw the can at him
They wilin' out, and they'll do more than nick him when the cannon's in
I don't believe that this n***a would bring the hammer in
'Cause without his makeup, he look like he built for managin'
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Nowadays, even if your title says 'Scru', it's probably gonna get you more views and it's true (Ha)
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When you ain't got a lot o' cred, just use my name to pop instead
The chopper sound like Munfu, *grr*, pop ya head
I'm 'bout to turn this walkin' gimmick to The Walking Dead
A lot o' lead, you gotta dread like a Rasta head
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No ghostwriter, I'm Ghost Rider, the hottest head
I'll pay for your whole burial, you just bought the bed
I really like him when he get on a track
That's why I couldn't bear watchin' Grizzy step in a trap
But ain't no boo-boo, bitch, I'm more like Yogi, n***a
My flow be holy, Obi-Wan Kenobi, n***a
So he figured he was gonna fold me quicker?
Now his head's swole like Angelina Jolie's kissers
Got him staggerin' like he can't hold his liquor
An' fuck staples, he gon' need like forty zippers
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Is you off the powder?
Yo' foundation weak and that's shit I can't make up