Diss Song Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy. When i was just a boy "oh shit, my lips frosted boy, Ain't like my job or guys i employ The world's too much for the soul to enjoy Get outta my face, looking boy Dont play around with me, i aint no toy Little gay looking boy I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar Little boy with that rhyme scheme, i don't think you'll get far. They'll see when they cant take the fall They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small Which rap will make u sick Like a small kid immature to think You seem to forget a small factor He is in the midst of unknown disaster I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that Baby im on my other shit, Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit The real muscle in the message of that Wondering shit, questioning shit Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that All this medication doesn't help shit, Everything is just full of shit. But i'm leaving town in a little bit Now you got me hopped up on that Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation They misdirect and list connect, there's no relation, I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine People tryna get out the gutter so they sign I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast Cause life don't come with no manual I got rich from a little struggle But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life Destined to win, get respect where i live When i'm on it, on it like my job Beats and rap change my life, no joke But because real life ain't no fun Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun That life is just a (game), no pain no gain Just plain pat visions with some sick aim I feel like a low-life, with no life Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious, I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine This towns full of bull shit Like Your Mothers Pusssy Fuck around with me you just get dead Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet Like night of the living dead Cutting me this worthless check Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head Finding more light to shed Now you wish i was dead, These cops trippin' now they want me dead And please never disrespect my set Nobody ain't own us yet Your raps are so brain dead Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check Back from the motherfucking dead Believe me, i'm beyond dead Im trying to see her in bed