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"Anything you can do I can do better!!" /
And I have, so all of ya'll can kiss my ass /
Half my peers is mad at me cuz I as-cended/
While they stagnant, behind my back, talkin mad shi-dig/
Seen your subliminal lingo in-between yo text/
S.M.H. what a P.O.S. /
Didn't expect to be perceived as a threat, by my own team , no less /
I'm still green, I ain't receive no checks /
'stead of respectin the grind/
These niggas act like jealous , directionless bitches who afraid of gettin left behind/
I read your mind, you're afraid I'm. gonna do numbers/
Don't need Frankie Faison to show your "True Colors" /
First time's a charm, fucker, ain't no three strikes/
And I'll be DAMNED if a nigga backstabbin-me- again/
So, I could give a fuck bout havin family- or-friends/
And treasonous bitches are the reason humanity- will-end/
Cuz, I seen so much fallacious shit I should be fuckin buggin out/
Married women sucked my dick n go tongue they husbands mouth/
While hes on a business trip she gettin plugged within they house/
Condom wrappers in the bathroom, crusted cum was on the couch/
Whats left of their relationship is bout to crumble to the ground/
For a second, he suspect she was up to somethin foul/
Heard the clickin at the door she's like "he's home you got to bounce" /
N rushed to greet him just in time he's like "THE FUCK IS GOIN DOWN?!" /
Heard them arguin out in the livin room cussin' /
I'm tip-toe'n through the crib like I stole somethin' /
She buggin like she know nothin/
Keep gettin cell bills with a strange phone number, nigga GON wonder../
That lie didn't fly straight, now he i-rate/
Callin my digits, thank god my shit was on vi-brate/
Don't even know how I made it out of that/
They shoutin match had masked my escape out the back/
Sneakin dick is what they call me on my Bartender Isaac/
Umbrella n a straw in a strong drink/
Squeeze limon' n some bomb tea, mixed-with-gin/
I-gets-it-in, while you bitch-niggas jist-pretend/
Nil compare , know you ill prepared, can't conceal despair /
Our appearance there, had em feelin scared /
I'm a hard act to follow, hop on the stage, clear the air /
Then bag a model like Ryan Jenkins from Megan Wants a Millionaire/
Half assed lyricists, focus on your spittin/
You had good show performance.. but thats a given/
I get while you commit to makin lyrics thats soft /
"You wont give it your all because you'll win by default" -_- /
You have a good chance of fulfillin your life dreams/
Your rhyme style reminds me of ME... at 19 -_- /
You gettin signed? PLEASE. /
You blow up, I'll step on you to scare niggas, your career's this empty box of hi-c /
*steps on inflated juice box*
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