[ill nik-A]

u can lie till u’re blue but PM’ing me ya lines is adolescent shit
u not a crip, tic… just a wack fag who hides behind the wording in private messages
a worthless piece of shit that cannot protect his honor more
don’t look at us to bounce ideas off… ur creativity’s a security guard at the dollar store
on ur own u’d be nothing cuz honestly u just an amateur punk
ya best pieces get torn apart & buried… u’d swear voters were playin scavenger hunt
cant u see u’re not that good? obviously RB had u spoiled, bitch
the little reception u gotten here’s on some rabbit ears with aluminum foil shit
I dare u to shoot nik cuz I’ll send goons to erase ur dudes quick
My crew ‘travel-In packs’… urs wear Jansport, avoid fights & have bad taste in music
Fuck ya team! Robbing Resin got u invested to falsely dream
Air u out for bankin off everyone’s money lines… verses were runnin a Ponzy scheme
Hurt ya confidence bad; simply by provin u cannot test me
With mind games that’ll leave this pea brain in a podcast seen all across Netcees