Stfu and sit down...
My shit is like Blue Label, ages nicely & the rhymes read fine
Last week u said whiskey wrote ur verse... but it’s obvious it was ghosted by cheap wine
This church boy ain’t got burners to aim, better be concerned with the game
Come round me sportin gold & I’ll snatch ur Cuban link... that’s a turnover chain
u couldn’t get a winning record in the last NBL, so don’t gimme that I’m gettin better shit
it’s been forever, bitch! even with easy competition u fail to blow up like the NY terrorist
will u ever quit? I mean u in 2017 using mid-level hand-me-downs
You’ve hit rock bottom & expect to have a good shot... like u balling granny style
Im Western wild; take 10 steps back to back then pull out to see who ends with the led
Nigga, by the time u draw... the Sloth on the Geico commercial finished sketchin u dead
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Grumpy old man.
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