Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama

Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma

Pussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin'

I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption

You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free

My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church

Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc

D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot

And everybody seen the footage I got

Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga

I ain't gone talk about the time you fucked your sister

You always play the sucker part

Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?

Matter fact I’m on a true life change

But let's get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain

After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando

You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?

You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect

Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set

I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu

You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2

I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do

I'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear

Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here

You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here

You way past the gun line

Every time you talk of me you sound like one time

I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign

And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line

Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash

Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed

Gilet I know you need money I get it

I know your digital sales I know about your digits

I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute

I know it's crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it

I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?

When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you

kick the door in

I don’t even think of scoring

I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston

On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking

Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want

The whole hood know I’m the origin

You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit

And when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy shit

You even had the nerve to call up Sham

And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam

All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies

Now I'm like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”

Ain’t no Children of the Corn

Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity

Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community

And thats word to my nigga Big L

To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel

To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell

I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird

I’m done rapping with you

You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you