01.01.2004
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[Verse]
Niggas know I got skills and demonstrate
I got a lot of shit on my mind Flash, allow me to ventilate
My ex put me through a lot this year
Claiming that I'm hating on her subpar rhymes, she ain't got a career
Get the fuck outta here
I'm in three magazines and eight websites, get your shit right
No single, no deal but the press keep coming
Eight shows, mixtapes, me hate? This bitch bugging
Now she run with them wack pyramid niggas
Birds of a feather flock together, go figure
But yet I'm hating?
You got it mad wrong
How could I hope that you fall you got nothing to stand on
Let's move along to this turncoat nigga
Fuck you and everything you stand for nigga
I would say your name but I don't give free promotion
You burned down a hell of a bridge, it's still smoking
Your moms did me dirty and you ain't have the balls
To stand on your own two and tell her she was wrong
But fuck it
Here's another topic that I'm sick with
You dodging all my calls and you still got my equipment
You can keep it cause now it's just a tax write off
I'm still getting settled [?] I'm a genius boss
Let's move along to my mother's punk ass boyfriend (fuck you!)
I hate you for real and I wish you ill
When the shit hits the fan dog, you sold me out
I was assed out the day I had to move down south
Amtrak only checks three free and two carry ons
I got eleven bags and you carrying on?!
And you knew I needed storage for them other six bags
Filled with family pictures and other shit I couldn't drag
Man I called you early and you said that you was with it
Now you on some bullshit said I called you last minute
Fuck you very much, pictures of my fam gone
Spend my last $20 on a cab so I can move along motherfucker
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