Instead of in the hood /
Tryin’ to sell crack vials
You should be in the crib /
Workin' on your wack keystyles
Dummy, I don’t believe your boasts /
Eatin’ breakfast is the only time /
You pull out toast
Reusin’ quotes from songs /
like we wouldn’t know
and after ever wack verse /
you get to yellin’…OH!
Thinkin’ you flow tight /
Yeah right /
Must be off that dope /
Your rhymes are gimmicks /
They should get published as jokes
While, I get XXLs /
And 5 mics for my quotes
Your arsenal is like your posts /
Small, and no “Ks”
Your crew is like the village people... /
from the east coast and all gay
All you got to talk about is keys of yay /
Tell me somethin' /
Who’s watchin’ ya spot /
While you’re online postin’ all day?
This fool said he took /
3 shots to the pelvis
Shit, If that was me doin’ the shootin’ /
You’d be deader than elvis
By the looks of your flick /
Seems you can’t leave the bed
Is that because you’re on house arrest.. /
Or is there a price on your head?
The D’s want you. /
You can’t come on the block
Crackheads steady whoopin’ your ass /
For sellin’ ‘em soap rocks
You stay getting’ shitted on /
You should wear a diaper for a hat
Look like B2K braids there /
Up under ya wave cap
All the “cc’s’ in your rhymes /
I thought you were crippin’
But then you got fabulous throwin’ up the “B” /
Now I’m thinking different
Regardless, your game is goofy /
Keep thinkin’ you’re fly /
I’ll throw you off the roof, B
Fuck Robbin’ /
You’re more like Alicia Keys
Light skinned with braids? /
now, all you need is capris
Heard when you went up north /
You did the bid on your knees
Now you’re up here talking big, actin’ craz-y /
I told you, you didn't want it with me /
I hit you up like Pac /
Now I'm audi 5Gs