Pharmaceutical (Diss)

Nah
Nah nah nah
Since niggas was talking about SBZ
Let me tell them something real quick bro

No this isn't a battle
Ain't no competition
If you ain't in agreement
Talk it up with the smith and wesson
We moving in silence
So don't be talking in this monastery
Jesus is king
So why you acting like a biblical bitch
Minimum wage
What I'm paying you
My homie Angel finna send me your addy
Like we playing call of duty wars
When I blick, they don't say shit
Decapitate the idea of you
Now ya brodies is gangless
Jis as if you never existed
Demon cousin really on some bitch shit
Refer to SBZ as a nutty ass gang
Kid shit
Let me get you on the Johnson and Johnson
Pharmaceutical list
Since you wanna be a baby
Let me give you this product
Uh
Had to give you a moment of silence
Mystery how your body was never found
It was a closed case, at the continental
Like we assassins
Put the smoke in ya body and now you choking
You was in cahoots with my opps
I didn't know but
Both of y'all some bitch ass niggas
For keeping it discreet
Now I'm calling shotgun
And you sitting in the backseat
Yea
Let me talk to my brothers
I listen to em like a personal therapist
When Mair be venting
I'm giving guidance, inspiration
Courage
And if they need anything
Without a question
I'll be there for em
Love em all
I know they feel like they wanna die
And they hate they self
But I tell them keep ya head up
We going to see tomorrow
Everybody struggles and they cope in they own form
I'm making your mind change
I guess, I'm getting warmer
The hot and the cold
My heart goes up and down
Like climate change
If u want to relieve stress
Go to the shooting range
Just shut the fuck up and listen to your only father
Before you go bankrupt
I'm robbing the stock exchange
The wolf of Wall Street, call me Bane
Not a terrorist, I'm da illist
That's taking ya soul
It's all about the message
Living in a dream where money can never buy my happiness
Didn't sell my soul
I'm Mr, solumminati
A lonely road
Uh
Yea, look
I'm the writer of your tracks
And you is the ghost
Thinking you more powerful then st Patrick
I'm Kanan, so let me leave a note
Of this book
Inspired by the grass being greener than it looks
I feel like I'm big Meech
Where you be at
Heard you got booked
You on trial
That's not allowed
Think I'm from the eight mile
Slim, think I'm turning into you now
OMG, I'm really shiesty on the beat
None of you niggas can get on my level
I'm magical
I'm mile high club
So quit playing
This isn't a pool match
I'm the next killer
Two thousand and nine, collector uh
Who you think you are
Slapping that bitch in the car
Gimmie the torch
I'm going too fast but fuck it
Fuck em all
Cuz I really been done with the bullshit
Nobody topping me
This my monopoly
I'm so sophisticated
I should retired in serenity

Uh
Yea
I let the beat rock
It's RDI
Yea
Why they playing with SBZ bro
Out here acting like we ain't more than a gang
Like we ain't more than a family out here
Don't ever put our name
In your mouth bro
It's not going to end well
It's going to get ugly
There will be blood
Signing off