The End Pt2
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I Needa stay focused Cuz yo friends be the haters the strangers be the closest You niggas be bogus Yo mindset a poet yo rhymes be atrocious Yo fake ness unnoticed But bitch I see through all the fake you should know this My rhymes be explosive At heart I'm so nice but the beat I'm ferocious I gotta stay potent I'm better than you niggas even at lowest Lemme take a moment Bitch I'm not blood but I split C's like Moses You already know this And bitch I'm bout paper I'm already goated My gun it be loaded I'm sending these shots like a diss I unload it The End you should know this I sent my lil shots now it's time to reload it I already spoke it But I'm endin yo career I'm tryn be heroic I'm all bout the bread I'm all bout the bag That's all in my head You know what I said Faggot ass nigga you look like a ned 55k Bitch I'm sending these shots pussy boy betta pray This could be yo day Faggot ass bitch listen to what I say Lame boy get no pay You a broke little boy bitch it's time to end play It's time to obey I am your father your life ends today You niggas be weave This that 400k you can't even believe You niggas naïve Y'all niggas be stupid I can't even breathe I know what y'all need Y'all niggas be fakers got tricks up my sleeve You pussy like Steve Imma have all these lil niggas beggin on knees Y'all niggas be lame 55k on my wrist it's a shame That you niggas be same Y'all sum faggot ass niggas all you want is fame I'm spitting the flames Sending these shots from real deep like I'm dame Bitch I got the aim Bitch I just send ion care bout yo name You niggas be fags I run up a check while you bangin these flags You ain't bout a bag 50 more rounds sendin shots out the mag I'm getting a tag Goin in for the kill these last shots that I have Bitch I am yo dad 400k that you wish that you had Bitch you a bitch Michael kors all on my tick on my wrist I run it up quick I'm finna get Rollie that bitch do not tick I'm running up shit You said that's yo bitch why she all on my dick Don't f*ck wit the clique My niggas go crazy shoot shots at yo fits These niggas don't miss You know my boy jay he be carrying sticks Y'all niggas is sick You the typa lil pussies to fight over chicks You really a bitch You the typa lil fat boy to cry and go snitch I wanna get rich This is the end but the series ain't it
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