You People only try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Ight listen, new man has risen
He don't act hard but he got these bars like prison
I'm dropping heavy bombs heat you up like fission
Imma melt yo inner soul and cut yo brain like incisions
You not a clout chaser, but I think you a phony
Acting hard with that garbage
Chop you up like baloney
You say you know me well
But homie don't know a cell
I would rather rot in jail, than be with you when you fail
You getting other people to come fight in your wars
Cause you's a coward
My rhymes will slice you up with a sword
You a role down player who got mopped on the floor
Yo don't try to end no beef, when you get burnt to the core
Is Jamal about it? Well I guess you gonna know boy
You a fat monster stop hating on my flow boy
800 pounds yeah you moving kinda slow boy
Don't disrespect my name because at first you need to glow boy
You People really try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
You're a Phil Cantone, you a rookie, a fake
Y'all ain't Tough like you say, but you a hater, a snake
Stop tryna act hard when you're soft as a cake
Bro my lyrics fry your brain so that your body will ache
You're an instigating boy tryna dig up some dirt
But when it's time to face the facts you got your tail in your skirt
You better chill like the arctic or you bound to get hurt
Putting lemon on the wound, you only making it worse
Don't talk about a fight if you can't deal with the puns
You like 800 pounds, so how you catching me son?
I ain't wanna have to do it but you finished, you done
Feeling ruthless and I'm young, like a raisin, the sun
But I know what you gon say, yo these lyrics were trash
I'm get a couple homies and we'll run yo stuff fast
Or you'll send someone to fight instead of having some class
Why you always on my back?
You disappear like a rash
You People only try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Acrello - Ride or Die Lyrics
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You People only try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Ight listen, new man has risen
He don't act hard but he got these bars like prison
I'm dropping heavy bombs heat you up like fission
Imma melt yo inner soul and cut yo brain like incisions
You not a clout chaser, but I think you a phony
Acting hard with that garbage
Chop you up like baloney
You say you know me well
But homie don't know a cell
I would rather rot in jail, than be with you when you fail
You getting other people to come fight in your wars
Cause you's a coward
My rhymes will slice you up with a sword
You a role down player who got mopped on the floor
Yo don't try to end no beef, when you get burnt to the core
Is Jamal about it? Well I guess you gonna know boy
You a fat monster stop hating on my flow boy
800 pounds yeah you moving kinda slow boy
Don't disrespect my name because at first you need to glow boy
You People really try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
You're a Phil Cantone, you a rookie, a fake
Y'all ain't Tough like you say, but you a hater, a snake
Stop tryna act hard when you're soft as a cake
Bro my lyrics fry your brain so that your body will ache
You're an instigating boy tryna dig up some dirt
But when it's time to face the facts you got your tail in your skirt
You better chill like the arctic or you bound to get hurt
Putting lemon on the wound, you only making it worse
Don't talk about a fight if you can't deal with the puns
You like 800 pounds, so how you catching me son?
I ain't wanna have to do it but you finished, you done
Feeling ruthless and I'm young, like a raisin, the sun
But I know what you gon say, yo these lyrics were trash
I'm get a couple homies and we'll run yo stuff fast
Or you'll send someone to fight instead of having some class
Why you always on my back?
You disappear like a rash
You People only try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Ight listen, new man has risen
He don't act hard but he got these bars like prison
I'm dropping heavy bombs heat you up like fission
Imma melt yo inner soul and cut yo brain like incisions
You not a clout chaser, but I think you a phony
Acting hard with that garbage
Chop you up like baloney
You say you know me well
But homie don't know a cell
I would rather rot in jail, than be with you when you fail
You getting other people to come fight in your wars
Cause you's a coward
My rhymes will slice you up with a sword
You a role down player who got mopped on the floor
Yo don't try to end no beef, when you get burnt to the core
Is Jamal about it? Well I guess you gonna know boy
You a fat monster stop hating on my flow boy
800 pounds yeah you moving kinda slow boy
Don't disrespect my name because at first you need to glow boy
You People really try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
You're a Phil Cantone, you a rookie, a fake
Y'all ain't Tough like you say, but you a hater, a snake
Stop tryna act hard when you're soft as a cake
Bro my lyrics fry your brain so that your body will ache
You're an instigating boy tryna dig up some dirt
But when it's time to face the facts you got your tail in your skirt
You better chill like the arctic or you bound to get hurt
Putting lemon on the wound, you only making it worse
Don't talk about a fight if you can't deal with the puns
You like 800 pounds, so how you catching me son?
I ain't wanna have to do it but you finished, you done
Feeling ruthless and I'm young, like a raisin, the sun
But I know what you gon say, yo these lyrics were trash
I'm get a couple homies and we'll run yo stuff fast
Or you'll send someone to fight instead of having some class
Why you always on my back?
You disappear like a rash
You People only try to go and bring me down
Talking trash behind my back when I'm not around
You ain't a real gangsta yous a big nosed clown
With his hand out for my money, get your hands off the crown
Writer: Jamal Baty
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid