Rap Shit (feat. ALI)

Taking a break soon a vacation prolly
These niggas be bitches
I will never get it
They used to sneak diss me in playstation parties
It never got back to me actually
That just show me you pussy you hate me im sorry
I wont be saying no names
Gon tell the truth I'm just keeping it plain
The niggas I used to hang with was lames
Funny how bitch niggas act like hard
Right after niggas get robbed
Only fight they won is one with they broad
But this is that kinda squad
Lie on they homies for pussy they fraud
Act like they pullin yo card
Down for a while man a nigga was scarred
Might as well let off some let off some bars
Vondo know these niggas a tell glad that ain't me
Vondo never set up to fail I'm like Jay Z
Dragging niggas name down to hell man it can't be
Keep beating bitches a jail cell with Laney
What you gone say that I missed a few shots
Ok
That aint too bad gang you losing it
You worry bout me and I just be coolin it
How you gon laugh at a nigga with sexual assault claims
But you the one actually doing it
Yo gang turn a blind eye they actually viewing it
You nigga be sick yall really be cool with it
Better watch out niggas dangerous
Talk behind back but you never see faces
After this one I know they gon hate us
How does it feel just to hang with a rapist
Nigga
Ha

Hold on big Von let me black on this shit
I been gone for a while now Im back in this bitch
My brothers they need me, Im back on my shit
It's the same Lil Ali Im still taking ya bitch
I am a writer like Lemony Snicket
Just pushin progressive and passin my limits
Just pottin and hoopin, Im something like a piston
Rest in peace Kobe, aint pass in a minute
I grew up where niggas that claim that they with it
They all in the streets, but shoot like Ben Simmons
They shootin at woman and children be victim
You pussy lil boy Imma show you we different
These niggas they duckin, aint doin no punchin
My homie just called, they killed his big cousin
23 shots they left him with nothin
I cried on the phone, he was sick to his stomach
Imma let this shit sing, somethin like Dee Ruffin
I said Im the prophet, nobody said nothin
My pen and my pencil, they something like a oven
I step on that nigga, his brains look like stuffin
Ill stack up the blue so my pockets is crippin
Ill black in the stu (Studio) till my problems is lifted
I don't with you dudes, yall movin too different
Ill white shirt yo mans, better tell him good riddens
Im really a rapper, this shit aint no game
You niggas is ass, want clout to your name
You pussy lil boy you shoot with no aim
Like young boy said bitch gimme yo brain
Ask bout me bitch, I don't play with these niggas
Im back in my bag, give a fuck bout you niggas
I hop on a flight just to box with a nigga
I swear on the five, Ill fold up a nigga