Yesterday you wrote some candle bars, weak flames/
Meanwhile I;m sitting front row at the Heat game/
That’s mean, I’m rich, paid, nikka please, you’re just bytchmade/
Cut you open have you leaking from the switch blade/
Use and abuse you, go away it behooves you/
Cause all these bullets I shoot? They will go through you./
Put you on ice, it’s as if I luge you, but I doubt your family would be sad if they lose you
With the two-two, force you to wear a tu-tu, it’s a tie-game now, it’s two-two/
Guess what? I’m really out here wearing J. Crew, repping OYYOY, and no it’s not a gay crew
But even still, these nikkas will slay you, I’m highly accurate when I clap it’s immaculate/
And we really out here trapping, bytch, fraud ass African only hustle is trafficking/
Fake goods, listen, I can tell that you ain’t hood, and your bars is not hard, they ain’t good/
I am nice with my hands, a better fighter than you,
I am nice with the pen, aa better writer than you,
when it comes to getting money I know I’m nicer than you
I am lightskinned nikka, I am lighter than you,
I’m a smart star nikka I am brighter than you
The only thing you better at is simply starving for food
Spent half your song dissing some fake ass character,
nikka diss me attack, come on attack my character,
nikka, this me, I ain’t no actor, bruh
Cause all you nikkas on here constantly acting up,
Don’t get it twisted my nikka, I will smack you up
All your whack ass bars, they just fall flat/
So wonder what we call that?
From where I from, we call that a fakkit,
Scum of the earth, that you mean you lower than a maggot
Put this nikka in the trash, means I have to bag it
Then blow this nikka up so that means I have to frag it
This an African genocide, I play the role of Leopold
Make sure you fakkits never ask how much heat I hold
You’re a fake gimmick and your lyrics are shyt,
Give up the fake African act, bytch you need to quit
@ OYYOYSL ....That shyt is so out of no where it cracks me up..
it's just.... different
my buddy sample
