"N*ggas pop tags, I pop the 4-5, N*ggas got swag, I got the tech nine...Yeah, you got cheese and I kill rats/Translation, I still trap/Now do something with that, or respond to this/And with those big a** lips, you got my name in your mouth I hope it taste like uhhh, no homo, one more time/uhhh, that’s your promo/And I been hard to the core since I went solo/Only man on my horse like my all black polo...Got the camel in a choke hold/Tryin’ to son me, I’m not from N-Y-C/You can’t even have a child by your Destiny/And I ain’t mean to take a shot at B, I blacked out like you did Free...Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z/Rock more red than Weezy, Baby...And this ain’t a diss, I was just out in L.A. with Dra[ke], b*tch...That’s Ye’s brother so I’ma give him some advice, get rid of Amber Rose/I know how she get down, I was at Diddy’s after party/Sippin’ on the Cris, she was whispering to Chris, Brown/Then Chris turned his head like ’No’/Then ’Gold Digger’ came on, I pointed out like ’H*e’/And this ain’t about her, this about Hov/I’m about to drop down the Roc and take it to the stove."

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