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Yo, Jesse, listen up, you little elf, Tryna flex on me, but you broke yourself. Career so short, like you standin' on hills, Got no cash flow, man, you know the deal. Lookin' like a monkey, swingin' in the trees, Every time you step, you just bring the weak breeze. Thug life you claim, but ain’t got that game, Bitch, I'm spittin' fire, you just smokin' lame. You thought you were tough, but you soft like a pillow, Call you my child, 'cause you know that I'm the real bro. Diss tracks I spit, like I’m shottin' with aim, Jesse, you should know you ain't ready for this flame.