DTW

I can’t listen to your raps you ain’t talking bout shit You either talking bout drugs guns or a bitch Think you still got it til that reality hit But come check my songs since we talking bout hits Can’t even go bar for bar you niggas need to quit You know I’m a shooting star look up and make your wish Sleep on the rap game woke up and made a diss Think like old parties and I’ll whoop anybody in this bitch I told em let me take over I meant it quite literally Niggas wear fear of god and got a little fear in me I told you to change it up but niggas wasn’t hearing me Guess I gotta put words together make some enemies Watch me and how I cook up the shit I got the recipe Calls and letters from my bro in the pen made a better me That’s why you get second nothing better than the letter b I’m solid Nigga imma hold it down til the death of me