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Mickey

Hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love

It's all good though

Sosa

No more talkin', nigga

Look

All this chattin' for hours is really silly nigga

With no rappin', I swear you gotta be backwards

No matter how many flowers you try to give a nigga

It's like they only want them on top of their casket

Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike

We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?

You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's 80's Night

Playin' Big'll put you in a box, that was Gravy's plight

Thought I was hijackin' that Live, now I'm takin' flight

Your girl in the Ghost and gobblin' dick, say goodnight

You know how it rolls, Royce, chess move

You see Ryan, Reynolds wrapped in a lagoon, that's a dead pool (yeah)

Lupe freestyled and got you outta here

You cried alone from playin' yourself, shed a solid tear

All that syllable biblical, bl-bl-bl is kinda weird

It dresses you up from bein' direct, 'cause you probably scared

Your fans say I'm on a rampage

Better reunite Slaughterhouse or get cut, you need your band aid

I told him, "Prove you do what I do," he gave me lampshade

And said no, I gave the bitch room, and then the man cave (woo)

Divide his body, the footage got him severed

Contradictin' every Live, pull yourself together

Your songs ain't no anthems, your bar placement random

And you still ain't brin' that energy to RJ and Ransom, nigga

I think it's crazy, right?

Like, this all started cause

RJ said him and Ransom was the best, and you responded on IG

You never got in the booth, and spoke to these niggas

So, yo, I'ma borrow they style (check), and talk to you, nigga

Got rid of the pounds, I had a literal weight plan

On Montgomery Ave, mad, I'm dealin' that name brand

Catch Royce at the register and give him a face scan

This ain't RJ, it's Shawn Kemp, original Reign Man (huh)

They lovin' the pressure, want me to test ya

KRS-One with the lectures, Big Pun with the letters

On the roof, 'bout to leave Royce sick, clutchin' Berettas

Bullets rain over you, now he really under the weather (Payne)

Randy nickels, I'm dissectin' the track

More fly, elegant rap, his pride, get him attacked

This guy, skeleton cracked, 'til Ryan melon is flat

Then the white guy he rides with cosign his melanin's black

Don't cry, give him a clap (blah)

I'm Lucifer, the Y-3 fly devilish cat

Who decides Heaven is wack, now my attention is back

Apply pressure with facts

Marvel at your multiverse 'til you die mentionin' that (duffy)

That's me payin' homage to my niggas

'Cause you were supposed to get in the booth

And respond to that instead of gettin' on IG on a fuckin' rant, nigga

What's your problem, man? And my man killed you

Woke up in the middle of the night, and got you outta here, quick

And you need to stop runnin'

Stop, stop runnin' nigga

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, too

People takin' me bein' unbothered as weakness (yeah)

Mills at the dock, I'm done harborin' meekness (yeah)

Rob Markman know that my son's father's a genius (what up?)

All them dumb shots when I'm Ong-Bak with the defense

Ryan Montgomery

Hidin' behind every rhymer he definin' as brotherly

I've decided he's grumpily, by my discovery

5'9 is tryna be somebody

The upper echelon recognizes by his redundancy

Hov took you off Renegade like it was custody

Your dad ain't even push back, surprisin' you suddenly

On the sideline, cryin' uncomfortably

I am abundantly tired and hungrily

I am the gluttony, why am I suddenly

Mocked for loyalty that I'm givin' publicly?

Lupe is my brother and I'ma ride with him stubbornly

Defendin' the best and nevertheless

Adrenaline been in my chest

He gettin' regrets for ever discreditin' vets

While livin' off Eminem's mess

He got a song with 'Kiss and Fab

Read it out the Book of Ryan but I would be lyin'

If I ever said that shit is trash

All this talk about the pen and pad

You good at writin' it's ironic

You won with F-A-B but lost to Mistah F.A.B (trash)

Playin' Mufasa got you some battle scars

If you woulda checked the box, you probably on Amazon

Instead of dyin' in the jungle, Jordan meme, Avatar

I'm Jeff Bezos, out of space with galactic bars

Wait, that's somethin' that Royce'd do

He'll take somethin' from pop culture and exploit it through a point or two

Like, Sha'Carri Richardson, Bill Cosby, common shit

Current event bars ain't skill, it's kinda obvious, you gotta quit

Do an entendre without comic wit

I don't subscribe to it, I'm the definition of opposite (woo)

Chain punchin', you do Tetris, I do Columns shit

Get stoned with a great structure until you're monolith

Obelisk, look what I'm amountin' to, it's steep yes

At my peak next, no TV when Ryan seek rest

Top of the hill, here's the cliffhanger like Cosby closet

Eatin' pork, claimin' Muslim, hogwash, Ryan wildin' (woo)

Stop it novice, listen what I'm givin' you

Yeah I check boxes (why?), that's what morticians do (damn)

And stop fibbin' too, nigga

You was mad at Cass, and turned to Rakim

When he asked, ain't like the Aftermath

Did the same thing with Payne, then you got scolded

He had you holdin' on your chin like Francois Rodin

Look what I have sculpted

Nigga talkin' checkin boxes (what?)

Y-3 all the time, never a check in boxes (yeah)

You'll find this chicken head dismembered in Checker boxes (yeah)

I'm Bobby Fischer you playin' chess, with Checker boxes

He love MMA, every day he checkin' boxers

Joe Budden dick ridin', look at Royce, checkin' boxers

Money and the mailman, I see the check in boxes

Your chick be in my DMs, when I check inboxes (yeah)

Ask women, this gyno', I'm checkin' boxes

Fuck that, I'm Craig on Friday, I ain't checkin' boxes

They off, thinkin' I ain't got fire literally

You not Christopher Nolan, Ryan, fuck what you pitchin' me

On IG, the way that I handled it shows humility

But this nigga bathin' in arrogance, insecurity

Disparagin' words 'bout Lupe makin' Mural

You tried to do it and failed, you shoulda called it Plural (word)

Lay him face down and ask him, 'You want a war?'

No spine, this is easy, I'm back to the drawin' board

Now watch he don't respond to this shit

Any money bet the nigga don't say nothin'

And Royce, you know how I give it up

We gon' do this until 2022, nigga

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