I ain’t gonna hate I forgive you for your disgrace, you lied to me RPLF was ready to ride for you… we found out how fake cookies is without the plates… you got marines riding for you but I’m Rippin sliding with level 4plates… mozzy said how you a gangster with that drop snitch jacket you bust bars to keep a crowd coming.. you fake as fuck homie I been setting you up.. how you gonna show love when you know it’s fake, I been showing nothing but love and your trying to switch both lanes SRLF were biting this steel eating every line that comes our way I’m trying to teach you progression…. I need you to learn a lesson I’m brotherhood and I’m paving the way for a lot of brothers in every hood so you know that I gotta stay… gods in my corner and I ain’t from the bay you know I’m coming the trenches know my last name… I’m dedicated to winning in the fast lane im Rippin I’ll bust a bar and take your girl for a soar on another star Im not copping bars but ill lay your bitch down in one of muscle cars.. I’m eager I have all this potential I’m Rippin I’ll take your fucking credentials… Swagg on my line he ain’t looking for issues I might feel bad and hand you a tissue, you fucked with him that’s not my issue… 40 cal is loud it’ll be banging and he won’t miss you… every time I give someone a play they run it against me and then say I’m fake.. Tired of the fake shit homie I see you from a distance you’re not man enough to approach me, riding in a group with a bunch of phonies…. My whip may be a polished turd you say it’s a peace of shit homie you can’t even fucking bar spit…