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You're old news. On your deathbed and haven't written out a will.
Last time you were on a roll, Allen cut your legs off and kicked you down the hill.
Life's been spiraling out of control and you're a bitch these days.
You're so fat, it took me and 3 of your cousins to dig your grave.
We ain't built the same. I stand tall. You stand wider.
Shots at your crew and them sticks have you smokin. That's Campfire.
You'll never be top shelf. You're just cheap henney.
And you're not among legends when you've never beat any.
Your girls teeth look they bumpin something trill.
I'd have that bitch rawdog if it wasn't for her grill.
It's Timbs across your face if there's cash involved.
While you post-up with Jordan's but never held a basketball.