Beefing for Nothing

[Intro: Trife Diesel] Yeah, Faggot ass niggas Trife Dez, You know who it is man Word up, It's war nigga Theodore, T.M.F, Criminal Grind Fuckin with the big boys now homie You hear me, Come on [Chorus: Trife Diesel] Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth when you speak to me cousin Cause yall pussy, And a lot of yall will beef for nothin Cause when them heat starts bustin yall doin the least frontin What's the deal playboy, Why you beef for nothin Can't understand, Thought you was my man, All of a sudden You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin What you mad at the fact cause in the streets you ain't bustin Well I'ma finish what you started, Now we beefin for somethin [Trife Diesel] Ayo that's word to everything I love and own I put that on my seed, My Pop's grey mustache, And on my Mother's bones Niggas done started some shit, And I'm appalled Cause a few months ago, You was just ridin my balls Sayin how you wanna vibe and colab on a song But silly me, I should have known you was mad all along Cause yous a sanke from the gate, Yall niggas is spuing hate While I was on tour eatin, Yall niggas was loosin weight Plus I heard you was movin with Jake, (Faggot) Snitchin on real gangstas from your hood, That was a foolish mistake Yous a disgrace, A flunky, A hip hop monkey Swingin from dicks with mad cum on your lips, Nigga you lunch meat I'm a belligerent lyrists, Flows is unmatchable Cryin like a bitch cause Trife ain't do a track with you Tryna take me out the comfort zone, But if you want the thrown Take it in blood, If not, Leave me the fuck alone [Chorus] [Trife Diesel] Ayo you gotta be a bird for lettin that bitch play you Now you in the mirror cleanin your wounds with witch hazel I spit fatal, They morn Clark Gable Trife Da God the first rapper to sign to Stark's label And I'm back with a vengeance with a glorified entrance Theodore-The Roosevelt's, We some certified henchmen This is just another one of your ploys, Your getting desperate Just a weak diss marketin sceme, To pump your record And no, I don't respect it, You called me out on some next shit Cause if you had a problem you should of came and addressed it Cause real niggas do real things, You know the motto That's why you ran and played that bullshit song for hollow Knowin he was gonna send me the kite, You fuckin right Now I gotta end your little career, And crush your mic Cause if we clash heads, Better believe it's nothin nice Either get to scrappin, Let's make it happen, I'm bustin pipes [Chorus] [Outro: Trife Diesel] Yeah, You know how we do it man Veteran on this mic piece Knowhatimsayin you talkin I ain't wanna do a song with you and all of that man Your song was fuckin wack G You talk about how much weed you smoke and all that high spaced out shit Nigga I don't even smoke weed nigga Come right or don't come at all man Straight up, Clash heads you see me face to face I wanna hear all that, "Na it wasn't even like that son" and all that and all that Na man, Keep my name out your fuckin mouth for real G Word up, We write our own songs nigga What the fuck you talkin bout Real shit nigga, Been had hits nigga Hits when you was runnin around rockin the mothafuckin Wu Wear hats and all that shit man Stop frontin man, Ain't even built like that You can't sound up north nigga What, Criminal grind nigga S.C.G Straight up, Stapleton nigga You know how we pump, Faggot You had to go to court too nigga Takin the back streets nigga, I never seen you on broad