uhhh ain't on the same shit as everyone else, I ain't focusing on my wealth or even my health. I got goals. I ain't gonna lie this shits getting old. I ain't gonna lay on my back on another boring ass track. Carry a backpack at school. I'm a lyrical genius. I make my own rules. I'm not just another rapper thrown into the pool, fucking fools. I'm a mothafuckin champion hitting sick flows. All these other rappers on some mad lows. And for some reason the shit blows. Fuck all this popping pills, fast cars and hoes chasing thrills. All for some fuckin bills. What ever happened to lyrical art? Look at a huge universe and we're just on a sphereical part. But we all rap about the same old shit. Never coming up with anything new not even a bit. You're all caught in a popularity pit thinking it's lit. I'm laughing at you. You idiots OD and you'll have nobody to turn back to. I just wanna fuckin smack you. Fuck this mumbling, drinking lean, stumbling, crumbling so called rap. All about getting the straps. Listen to my tracks and perhaps you idiots will learn how to really rap. STRAIGHT FACTS. I just wanna end this. I ain't ever been this. Kids all bein reckless. Man this shit is endless. Only we can stop it. Conquer this and drop it. Yeahhh Conquer this and drop it. Uhh. On my fast shit. Get yo ass whipped. I'm back bitch. I'm the baddest. You the wackest. I am past this. You ain't laughing anymore. I'm the best and you're a bore. I am haunting your core. All in your pores. You stuck in the forest. Hear your shit I'm the boredest. You're draining rigor mortis. Holes in your game and it's poris. Verses glorious. Tell me y'all want more of this. I'm a lion and I'm roarin, Cross you out and I'm scoring. Mumbling is so fuckin boring. I'm flying, I'm soaring. Send me out let's go touring. You bitches are all corny. This diss is gory. Knock you out night bitch see you in the morning. HATTER