Crucifix

How you get carried up out of my house
Like a crucifix by your own mommy and partner?
(Like bro they really carried you out like jesus my nigga)
That nigga crying, wanting to call the feds, was it the weed or the molly?
Like my nigga you can't smoke nigga control yourself)
How you gone diss me cause I make money, bro get off your ass
Why are you talking bout bitches from back in the past, did yours not last?
I do not know why you tryna talk bout my dad, yours is a racist
Let's face it, you a bitch, and cause your mommy raised it

Lemme see you had Kierty, bitch was a goblin, she need a face routine
Then you had Gracie, promise she's not bad, need to fix her teeth
Now you with Raigan, I could of already smashed, how my dick taste?
Nigga i'm better than you, in every way, know you're a disgrace
How you gone cry and be vomiting nigga, boy get ahold of yourself
Nigga you are a social outcast, you don't even know yourself
Nigga we know that you went out bad, yea you're a hoe yourself
Didn't I ask if you wanted to fight when you saw me
And you said you ain't feel to well
Two hits of the bong and you walked like a zombie
Please tell me how that felt
Bitch I double dog dare you to come press up on me
Nigga might die forreal
Like why do you lie forreal?
You ain't really cut like that, when Preston pulled up to your crib
And your ass got scared, why you ain't swing that bat?
Nigga, you know that you a rat?
Bro was just snitching on camera
Nigga can't not fold around his mother, how you gone last in a slammer?
Type of nigga pump fake say it jammed up
You a bitch real shit put yo hands up
My nigga I might just beat until you turn black
Have you walk like a Panda
And don't even say shit bout my family
How your mama look like she on crack
And your dad got too much showing, tell that stank ass nigga get back

And we know that you ain't never payed son
Only Payson you know is the gay one
Which makes sense, might go try and take some
Nigga might fuck around try to taste some
Bro just come out the closet, nigga out here promoting his dead ass music
Boy it's not a contest
Like bro we don't even compare
Couldn't see me in my middle school years
If you stop ducking then you'd have to tell everyone
You got beat by a guy with pink hair, damn I know that sucks
Promise you, you're not tough
My nigga you're really a geek
Nigga in my dm's just last week, that boy tryna get him a feat
Damn that's embarrassing
I get it, like this is not fair to him
Why the fuck did your mom name you Brayden?
Nigga moving around like a Harrison
He rapping but nobody hearing him
Nigga die nobody gone care for him
Nigga thought he my slime and you clearly can't take real drugs
Try you some clariton
How the fuck you gone make a diss track out of the blue
It shows that you care a ton
Nigga keep talking bout these guns and poles, but you do not carry one...