You Dat

you that hating ass n**** that I see in the back, always in a background, never making stacks, but you sware you the one, all that jewelry you rock don't mean you won. you be killing me young. oh you that g*****sta ass n***** till they pull out the gun, talking all that bullshit but like a coward you run, quick to get somebody but you swear you the one, all them albums you got don't mean you won. you might win some but you just lost one, another young soul, killed by a gun. he learned your whole song before he bought your album, you say you innocent, but he says you kingdom, he looks up to you, repeating what you do, now we can say we not perfect but what they say about you. you got influence no matter what you think, this is music. you can divide a whole nation if you use and abuse it. got a chain on your neck but you ain't rapping bout that,naw, you rapping bout killing n******and dissing on tracks. and I ain't with that, my n***** that's a fact, no matter if you diss me, I ain't clapping back, I got tac,I'm grown, and it's childish how y'all act, rappers be killing rappers and even worse they killing rap. it's a fad but I ain't got time for the trends I rather be a real square then fake circle of friends.