Songtext zu How To Kill A Dead Body
Maybe, I said too much
You might be losing your touch
Maybe you losing the battle, ain't over til’ it's over
(Man shut down...)
(I been at it for a few years...)
Fuck outta here with that weird shit
You done when I say I'm done with you nigga...
(I been at it for a few years, you been at it for a few months...)
Yeah
All that gossip you did on your last song done turned you into a blog
You should’ve been overseas
Instead you act like a broad
You rap like iOS 8
I became what you should've been
Like how many other Mollies I gotta finish to pop?
Boy you should've stuck to Pop
Now you wanna be opps
I'm really bout the wrap
You the type to run the cops
Prosthetic B. Rabbit
You'll never be Hip or Hop
You had to resort to info you picking up on the block
“He say, she say?”
We don't play those games
You prehistoric pre-school H-A-S-H
If I never said anything, you wouldn't be trending
Enjoy it while it last, your career's at its ending
Don’t act innocent like you ain’t live at Zeus crib, better humble yourself boy
You ain't live what you posting
Taking these pictures that you share months later for your IG people, so you fake what you boasting
Truth be told, I never thought 1 minute and 47 seconds on Twitter would get under your skin
You ain’t got no vision, clubbing and fucking bitches got you cockeyed, coz all you do is think with your foreskin
Niggas mad I got Anatii on a feature, huh?
J stand for jealous and it's one hell of a creature, huh?
Niggas say they made they sound that made me, and they was right but now's the time where the student becomes the teacher, huh?
Speedy put you on a song
You hit your peak in 2017
If it wasn't for that, we wouldn’t know you, huh?
You NeverBroke coz you sold your soul for a platinum record you ain't eating off of
So now the devil control you, huh?
All this Pallbearer talk about Biggy
You must be Ready To Die, man
Guess somebody should've told you huh?
I'm tailor-made for this shit, you just another Taylor Swift with a tiny dick, man
We don't even rate you huh?
Dreams Money Can Buy, but look what it cost ya
3 years later, you still coming second to Costa
You been wanting to fit in so bad
You got an eye tat, with dreads
Hoping that the game would adopt ya
You rapping like a bitch
Airing shit you heard on the street
Flip your stage name backwards to Molly J
Talking dirty laundry get you white washed
Your beats ain't shit to these white boys
That's word to Marshall and Dre
Took a break from the game, came back like I never left
And all you could say in a diss is talk about my ex
But you stalking yours, breaking into her crib, to check if she ain't with anybody else getting some better sex?
You ain't a real nigga, whenever you drunk or sober
You the same nigga who slept with your nigga's leftovers
Maybe, I said too much
You might be losing your touch
Maybe you losing the battle, ain't over til' it's over
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Aye
What's up with the foolery?
You niggas ain't foolin' me, yeah
This shit is not new to me
Ain't non' you can do to me, yeah
Bitch we the New Regime
You niggas is dead to me, yeah
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Somebody tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
Ain't got time for bitches, so they gotta go now
I said, tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
And if they ain't know, them niggas bout to know now, yeah, yeah
You wanna come for my neck and be done with it
Nah, nigga I'ma have fun with it
Young Biggy turning that J to an L
Catch it, go long nigga, run with it
You pussy you scared, ain't no rules in a beef
I owe you a record, so stomach it
The only way you getting on Reece on a record is shouting him out on your mini diss
Looking at you sounding ridiculous
I did what you couldn't
Then I did what you already did a lot better
I'm limitless
They did not teach me forgiveness
If you get killed, the whole country my witnesses
Every dog has its day
I'ma show the whole world you ain't shit to me, nigga you been a bitch
What's up with the foolery?
You niggas ain't foolin' me, yeah
This shit is not new to me
Ain't non' you can do to me, yeah
Bitch we the New Regime
You niggas is (dead) to me, yeah
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Can't read ‘em their eulogy
Somebody tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
Ain't got time for bitches, so they gotta go now
I say, tell these fuck niggas it's about to go down
And if they ain't know, them niggas bout to know now, yeah, yeah
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