OK, you wanna look in my boat? Fine
You're the reason I wrote this rhyme
Yo, man are baders, man are badman
Man, I ain't seen a five-pound note in time
Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine
Trust me, you don't wanna cross this line
Don't think you can stand in the background of the video
Ad-libbing next man's rhyme
Do you think I'm dumb?
Try to boy me? Nah, that can't run
Yo, you're lucky, the old Jme
Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum
'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks
'Cause you got your name on your Air Force Ones
You could have your name on your Reebok pumps
Don't think you could ever diss man once, serious
Go home, look in the mirror
Rеalise no one's scared
You triеd to diss me, no one cared
When you came radio, no one teared
You're not hench, you're not bad
You just screw up your face all weird
Tryna get hype off me? Air
Tryna get hype off me? Air
You jumped out the whip, no one ran
Nobody cares what you got in your hand
Nobody cares what you got in your jeans
I'll slap you so hard I'll crack your phone screen, yo
Don't bring war to the king
Don't tell me about draw for the ting, yo
Right about now, your head's so big
You get charged more for your trim, safe!
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