Gettin a lil heated in this debate
You thinkin you da best an i’z a hater
But lil man aint none greater
s to the pec to the s again
I didn’t show to play i came to win
Cant settle for substandard quality
Just to squash this beef an bring relief
Ill let you in on a few things
I stand here a motherfukin alone
Number 1 in ery area code and records sold
Cant blast me off the top ten wit a white out pen
You was the best an sat on top
till i came an knocked you off
Lyrically assassinated you’re finished at the limit
You bit it the bullet still it burns don’t it
Careers over pack it in head for the hills your dust in the wind

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