While yall pickin teams
We got the same enemy
They been in a beef
Since we were 8
Ol men been out the game
Been late
Fuck drake , fuck kendrick
Fuck em all
Fuck diddy, fuck jcole
Fuck every rapper a-hole
Sellin us tickets to a show
So the people miss out on the real show
This a real show
Where the kids are killed but you ask
Is it a real show
Uh uh
(long pause)
Yeah stupid its a real show
Govt got they hands rеd bloody
While we pick sides n dividе
They take our money
Whos your buddy
Playin a martyr like a buddy
Yall treat him like a toxic father
Not funny
Kdot wheres the real shit youd spit
About growin up in compton
Not havin money to feed the kids with
Now its about some grown ass kid throwin tantrum
Boy playin man rappin with a damned son
Is a bad tandem
Rappin about bein a man dis
And a man that
But on the gram you postin some shit
Like a white woman act
Fuck typa rap is this
Hallmark flick shit
Where the top dawgs act like school yard kids
While yall fightin over lunch
Us broke fucks really fightin over lunch
No place for the ones without a shelter
No food for the poor
Feed em
You get a ticket with your name costin every letter
Wheres em with the real shit
Wheres slim shady who ain't got a fuck to give
On some real shit
See its real quiet when theres real shit to spit
Stop makinep plays to play surprised
Knew it was over
Since motherfuckers kept talkin bout
Sticks on stage mics
Ridin waves
Like you on sport bikes
Drake been started from the bottom
He shoulda been outta here
Money won't buy you happiness
Rob it will of your greatness
All that wealth
N power usin it to hang out with a strange child
Like damn what a let down
What a real let down
The fall of the big clown
The one who got it all
But spend it on the dumbest shit of all
Really dropped a ball
Hopefully outta here by next year
Not tryna listen to a gramps who loves to tell you he
Been here
N how he know
More than you
What he spits in your damn ear
To all of the rappers who made it
Your platform you
Got it
Forgot it
You fuckin wasted
N given no fucks bout your roots
Since the power you tasted
Sayin you won't change
Same shit
Won't flake
But its real quiet when you make it
We got the same enemy
They been in a beef
Since we were 8
Ol men been out the game
Been late
Fuck drake , fuck kendrick
Fuck em all
Fuck diddy, fuck jcole
Fuck every rapper a-hole
Sellin us tickets to a show
So the people miss out on the real show
This a real show
Where the kids are killed but you ask
Is it a real show
Uh uh
(long pause)
Yeah stupid its a real show
Govt got they hands rеd bloody
While we pick sides n dividе
They take our money
Whos your buddy
Playin a martyr like a buddy
Yall treat him like a toxic father
Not funny
Kdot wheres the real shit youd spit
About growin up in compton
Not havin money to feed the kids with
Now its about some grown ass kid throwin tantrum
Boy playin man rappin with a damned son
Is a bad tandem
Rappin about bein a man dis
And a man that
But on the gram you postin some shit
Like a white woman act
Fuck typa rap is this
Hallmark flick shit
Where the top dawgs act like school yard kids
While yall fightin over lunch
Us broke fucks really fightin over lunch
No place for the ones without a shelter
No food for the poor
Feed em
You get a ticket with your name costin every letter
Wheres em with the real shit
Wheres slim shady who ain't got a fuck to give
On some real shit
See its real quiet when theres real shit to spit
Stop makinep plays to play surprised
Knew it was over
Since motherfuckers kept talkin bout
Sticks on stage mics
Ridin waves
Like you on sport bikes
Drake been started from the bottom
He shoulda been outta here
Money won't buy you happiness
Rob it will of your greatness
All that wealth
N power usin it to hang out with a strange child
Like damn what a let down
What a real let down
The fall of the big clown
The one who got it all
But spend it on the dumbest shit of all
Really dropped a ball
Hopefully outta here by next year
Not tryna listen to a gramps who loves to tell you he
Been here
N how he know
More than you
What he spits in your damn ear
To all of the rappers who made it
Your platform you
Got it
Forgot it
You fuckin wasted
N given no fucks bout your roots
Since the power you tasted
Sayin you won't change
Same shit
Won't flake
But its real quiet when you make it
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