You pricks are pissing in the wind

If you think I'm gonna back down

I'd rather grab my bang out

I'm official with a man down

30 goons came to bridge and ran out

I had to tell my youngers stand down

These pricks didnt bring sticks they brought planks out

How you gonna bring wood to a gun fight

And get run up out the hood Dumb guys

Internet murders with no burner

My youngers slap the ting like Ike Turner

Don't you know we eat beef like a nice burger

Big Mac with extra cheese and get your lights turned out

So it's best you turn your life around

Or end up with your guys in the ground

I'm fed up with this messing about

It's about time we put this weapon

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A man could never put his hand

On me and get away wid it

Ill get my bang on G Yeap K did it

And I bang on beef I don't play gimmicks

I keep my hand on and let hit him

I'm a man of the streets I don't rate snitchin

Best you mind is speak or find you

Get around on the streets on the

F**k this Internet beef why these brehs bitching

Why

If they got a problem best they come and see me

I'm the type to get the job done check ma cv

Got a lot of steps to go before you step to me g

I'm heavy on the road and I step freely

And everywhere I go every hood feels me

And everybody knows you ain't real g

You just sit up on the Internet and spill beans

And make death threats Ah bag of real geeks