The Fitness-gram Pacer Test is a multi-stage aerobic capacity test
That progressively gets more difficult as it continues
A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound
The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over
I've seen the lies getting normalized, I can only watch in silence
I've been sick of this fakeness, till I realize it ain't sinus
He happy, he pressing them buttons now all of a sudden it shouldn't be pushed
Rekindling out of discussion, not judging the cover, I'm judging the book
The hate coming is expected, whole life you've been rejected
Searched through and through with every lie, there ain't a universe where you accepted
That leprechaun we once knew is a con artist and neglected
While the hardest thing for me to do is stay and compose and not get invested
To the bullshit, you was foolish, thinking you could play hella foul
There's a fine line that I jot down, wasn't personal? it is now
This nigga was thinking he cool to mention the fam, to f*ck all the rules
But don't tell no lie about me, and I won't tell truths about you
Nigga, yeah, okay, uh-huh
See this is how we gon' do this shit
You know shit different when you mention the fam, nigga
You know what I mean
Okay, I wanna tell you the truth
I just been dealing with lies and now I'm revealing the proof
Nigga's been wanting to know why
I look in his eyes and see a lil' bitch with no clue
Of why in the f*ck am I hating this guy
Stop looking at me and start looking at you
Lies that made his own boys and them see him exposed, okay
Everybody wanna act tough, so they get f*cked up by some throwaway
And I might do a song a day
Once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the messing with girls would make you go away
Now I can see what you lack
The love, the looks, and that was a fact, nigga
You never gon' back up the words you spoke
The girls you touching up on to provoke
Don't want me to mention that party?
Then get the f*ck up off her body
You lucky I wasn't invited
You would've died lit more than Carti, huh
I hate when I diss and do more than one
That nigga's a bitch
He snitches for fun and hops online to apologize
If you really thinking about bringing the gun, just make sure that you aim right
My shots ain't ones your mother would want
I hope she doesn't f*cking relapse
Might give her ass another shot glass
Nigga, you fiending for the pussy
How you gon' let Lily clock your T-laps
Tripping over f*cking one diss
Nigga, relax for your cry
Keep putting on that f*cking makeup
Couldn't tell which pussy was a guy
You a brother to me
I can lie too
Now you're trying to sue me
I'm like, really, Would he?
But I don't think y'all understand it fully
I'm the f*cking bully in that black hoodie
I'm surprised that you get away with all that weird shit
Trying to put a hand up on her thigh
You drunk driving like a deadbeat
Nigga, I can see it in your eyes
Maybe I'm your father in disguise
Hold up
Conductor
Conductor
Ay
Conductor
Help this nigga try and find another mother
That won't rob him for his bread
Probably meant to cover the fact she got a daughter
She was scared that he would touch her
I could probably double down on that line
Please remember, I ain't finna be more subtle next time
So just learn from a nigga
Be more subtle when you lying to these girls
And you cheating on your dime in this world
Where all you have is your name
There's a lot of dirt on you
So really, who's to blame when she ends up leaving you
This shit is not a game
I can make it more direct
I would get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect
I see all of these perspectives
You would think I was God, but I'm not
Cause I don't got the strength to let that phony shit slide
Instead of turn the other cheek, I let the other fist fly
This ain't Phantom of the Opera
You can drop all the facades
My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply
Then my mom gets a call, would swore that he cried
Ain't no reason to hide
He said he mad
He gon' fight you
Boy, I'm glad
This ain't bout a diss
I just don't like you
If this is what you want
I'm indulging in violence
Put pictures in my home
Aim the chrome at your eyelids
Run laps around this song
I just increase my mileage
This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down
Smacking this clown
Cause he acting like he hasn't been found out and exposed
His nose grows
And he knows that he's bound to see that he's fake
Don't make me do a third round
Nigga
Hey
Listen
I'm willing to squash this shit
If you tell me how the f*ck you got my mom's number nigga
Not only that
But I want a deep written apology
This ain't no joke
You know what I mean
Real quick, nigga
Don't think we don't know about Jazz, nigga
Stick to yourself
Stick to your lane
Stop following other girls, nigga
That shit weird