[Intro]
DMX speaking
Look, look, look
[Verse]
P Drizzy, listen up, it's time to face the facts
You ain't no legend, just a ghostwritten puppet behind the tracks
Abandonin' your seed, poor Adonis, how does he feel?
You're claimin' to be real, but your all of your actions reveal
Your hypocrisy, your idolatry, now it's plain to see
Your fake persona, ain't fooling nobody now, you ain't no g
Sponsoring Top Boy, doesn't make you road or street
In reality, you a softie, you lamb loving sheep, lil wannabe
You gettin' lyrically dismantled
Poetically strangled with your very own necklace
Like eggs gettin' scrambled on breakfast
I'll break your ego faster than premised
'Cause you ain't no menace
You wanna rep London and claim Arabian background
Like Metro said you a colonizin' blackfacin' crack clown
Imma put that foxhound on the burial grounds
And stay solid like Snake while I let Drake drown
Just look around (look around) how he stole X's flow
Then dissed him when he passed, what a cowardly move
You're beggin' for attention, like a puppy for a bone
Certified minor lover texting underage girls
Why does Aubrey Graham fuckin' rhyme with corny mayhem
You hang with horny gay men, prolly havin' one night stands
Aubrey, shut your hoe ass up and call your fuckin' ghostwriters
For all the dogs, whats this champagne puppy to a rottweiler
You're an oldtimer, call it lowrider
The way you duck from this heat, no blowdryer
When these shots gettin' fired
OVO Empire, that shit was built on quicksand
I'm claimin' the throne while holdin' up the 6 king's head
You don't withstand this war, they gon' disband your store
And therefore your placative career is done for
Highscore gamblin', take the chance, Anita Maxwynn
Drake the typa fella to spend his racks on a waxing
It's embarassing how you're publicly gamblin' with your assets
Which you earned by grabbin' male asses on the camera
And how zesty you look showin' off your highest of fashion
OVO collection, burn that fucking grove to mere ashes
And funny how you beef with Metro, lookin' Metrosexual
Lookin' in a retrospective, you ain't ever had potential
You think you the goat, nothin' off the dome, no pen or pencil
Was ever seen in your hand, industry plant, you're a label's utensil
DMX speaking
Look, look, look
[Verse]
P Drizzy, listen up, it's time to face the facts
You ain't no legend, just a ghostwritten puppet behind the tracks
Abandonin' your seed, poor Adonis, how does he feel?
You're claimin' to be real, but your all of your actions reveal
Your hypocrisy, your idolatry, now it's plain to see
Your fake persona, ain't fooling nobody now, you ain't no g
Sponsoring Top Boy, doesn't make you road or street
In reality, you a softie, you lamb loving sheep, lil wannabe
You gettin' lyrically dismantled
Poetically strangled with your very own necklace
Like eggs gettin' scrambled on breakfast
I'll break your ego faster than premised
'Cause you ain't no menace
You wanna rep London and claim Arabian background
Like Metro said you a colonizin' blackfacin' crack clown
Imma put that foxhound on the burial grounds
And stay solid like Snake while I let Drake drown
Just look around (look around) how he stole X's flow
Then dissed him when he passed, what a cowardly move
You're beggin' for attention, like a puppy for a bone
Certified minor lover texting underage girls
Why does Aubrey Graham fuckin' rhyme with corny mayhem
You hang with horny gay men, prolly havin' one night stands
Aubrey, shut your hoe ass up and call your fuckin' ghostwriters
For all the dogs, whats this champagne puppy to a rottweiler
You're an oldtimer, call it lowrider
The way you duck from this heat, no blowdryer
When these shots gettin' fired
OVO Empire, that shit was built on quicksand
I'm claimin' the throne while holdin' up the 6 king's head
You don't withstand this war, they gon' disband your store
And therefore your placative career is done for
Highscore gamblin', take the chance, Anita Maxwynn
Drake the typa fella to spend his racks on a waxing
It's embarassing how you're publicly gamblin' with your assets
Which you earned by grabbin' male asses on the camera
And how zesty you look showin' off your highest of fashion
OVO collection, burn that fucking grove to mere ashes
And funny how you beef with Metro, lookin' Metrosexual
Lookin' in a retrospective, you ain't ever had potential
You think you the goat, nothin' off the dome, no pen or pencil
Was ever seen in your hand, industry plant, you're a label's utensil
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