Tryna freestyle but you cant
Tryna rap but you cant
Tryna spit but you cant
Tryna rhyme but you cant
Tryna hit a girl but you cant
Tryna make money but you cant
Tryna make your way to the top but you cant
Tryna get fame but you can't
All these fake rappers tryna make money and get lade [had to use wrong word]
Ruthless Nation here getting made
Hating on us boy I'mma make you fade
You're scared aren't you tryna hide in the shade
Alright, lets get real now
I can rap and rhyme more aggressive
You try to battle me I'mma teach you a lesson
You and your bad squad I'mma finesse 'em
Teach them not to mess with us gonna stress em'
Again, in my raps and rhymes I show more aggression
Hit you so hard make you go through depression
You got a dull flow and your rhymes are slow, but the opposite is my profession
I got a more sick and feared vocabulary
Instead of red make you bleed blue like a blueberry
I'm a baller sending shots like I'm curry
You ugly as hell, you look like a furry
You try to spit but you can't, making albums but all you are is hated
Try to finesse me you'll get baited
I bet you actually making good raps is highly awaited
I hate fake rappers like you I get so aggravated
Now to end this off, you just got annihilated.
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