Intro
Im in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay

Verse
So if you rebuke me for workin with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the nigga thats makin your beats?
Ive done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin up with the jokes, Im dead, Im asleep
I just left from over by yall puttin pen to the sheets
Tired of sittin quiet, and helpin my enemies eat
Keep gettin temperature checks, they know that my head overheats
Dont know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve
Mustve had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam
Yall are the spittin image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don’t push me when Im in album mode
You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back cause he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
You niggas leeches and serpents
I think its good that now the teachers are learnin, yeah
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
So, you dont rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Dont be ashamed, its plenty niggas that do what you do
Theres no malice in your heart, youre an approachable dude
Man, you mightve sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes
But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the 80s
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles whats been happenin lately
Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah
And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger workin double time
Yall actin like he made the boy when I was tryna help the guy
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly makin me hits
But then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it
My spirit did it, Im fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldnt have given you none of my time
Cause you older than the nigga you runnin behind
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playin with my name and Ima let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams
Im too resilient, get out your feelins
Its gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby, "Ima done him for you"
Tell Ye, "We got a invoice comin to you"
Considerin that we just sold another 20 for you

Outro
To be honest
Duppy