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Your mouths like a rifle
With every shot you shoot
There’s a push back
Tell me where exactly are you aiming at
I heard what you said no need to repeat that
Stop getting mad, because I understand the pain that you’re going through
I know you sit there wishing I would pull a you on you
But that shit don’t run through my veins
Ain’t got time for these lames
They all rehearse the same lines when spitting game
I heard it all before
Once I reject them I’m just another “whore”
I’ve been called worse and their opinion is irrelevant
No, I’m not looking for clout but allow me to find you a synonym
Your vocabulary is lacking and it’s dreadful to my ears
Every other word just seems to reappear
Oh you think I’m in tears?
Sorry, I’m a Leo, and this lioness only has one fear
Your words don’t even come near
I don’t condone to the bullshit
I got grown shit to do not kick it with stupids
Oh, I’m offending now?
Seems like you can’t see me but sure hear me past those clouds
Smoking your loud?
You think you doing something with your life now?
That’s cool, I’m busy getting an education and staying stuck in my books
Yup, I see the looks I get
Nope, I ain’t bothered any, I know they’re admiring my silhouette
Oh, you’re mad because I got shit going for me?
Tough tits hit the kitty up in it, not my problem sis
Just get with it
Feelings? Yeah I have plenty of those
All the way to my toes
There ain’t shit you can expose
Does it hurt me to hear people speaking badly on my name?
I really don’t care because once I’m gone they’ll still be sobbing at my grave
Did I dig too deep?
You can hardly speak
You’re such a phony
God took you out of my life when I thought you were my homie
You don’t know me
You thought you could own me
But looks like you came up short there because of your balogny
Okay, that’s one too many rhymes
Better than speaking too many lies