HE DONE

See I couldn’t even find one nigga that heard of you I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you But I told em chill, I let em know you was my son And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal Who knows, this might just get you a deal And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour Just remember like Nas nigga, I Gave You Power I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track If your shit wasn’t so whack, I dissed you to your track You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat wait till i beat u wid a bat and make that mac click clack yeah this a sick track now dont show me ur back yeah its a piece of cake cause you r fake messing with me ur biggest mistake messing with me only brings casualties bow down to me other wise i throw i down on the ground like gravity yeah killa force going up rapidly yeah i spit this whole rhapsody yeah u living in fantasy lemme murder ur family thats when we call it a tragedy thats my stratergy imma get u back im slavery yeah ite time i end this boy i done me piss this a diss ur diss is a miss gimme her no wanna call ur sis yeah u wanna mess wid the devil u aint my level u know whats special i got these medal and u cant even pedal the metal