Santos LB4R - You The Worst

(verse 1)
Nigga you the worst
If they ain’t say it then i’m first
You ain’t a man you just a bitch without a purse i just feel like

You the worst
You lied to me and that hurt
Gave me a gift and then you turned it to a curse
Fuckin liar

You the worst
Told me i was the hottest on earth
Thank allah that i ain’t sign i would’ve end up gettin jerked

You the worst
Nigga you was a dj first
Then you just scream ya name all over niggas verse fuck outta here

You the worst
Is you from new orleans or from florida
Cause to me it seem like ya whole career you been fraudin
Had the nеrve to tell me that you been lookin for a artist
That can rap as good as mе and plies and ace hood was garbage

Nigga and you had vado but you know like i know
Exactly what you told me but go head and try to lie tho
You know this all real rap i’m only giving real facts
You been working out for 10 years and you still fat
How you let another grown man make ya mind up
That’s faggot shit you spend to much time around puff
You supposed to fast the whole entire month of ramadan
But you ain’t make 1 post about palestine

(verse 2)
How can another grown man tell you not to sign
You ain’t stand on ya word nigga bottom line
If i was out the hood my brother probably not of died
Swearing that you gon change my life nigga you lied to god

Nigga yous a fraud what do you even do at all
Besides putting niggas on collabs and screaming through the song
This shit turning north you bout to meet the burning torch
And i heard you opened up a restaurant that be serving pork

You outta pocket wouldn’t be suprised if you inside the closet
Inviting me to a after party when we at the party
What happened to the stu i ain’t trynna go to no rapper party
Naw i’m cool cuz i heard about y’all lil mansion parties

Must thought i was stupid probably, oh is that why you ain’t sign me?
Cause you was told i ain’t doing no gay shit for illuminati
I heard about how y’all spike bottles for yall newest signees
Nigga ass hurtin but he woke up in a new bugatti
(verse 3)
I ain’t wit that naw you can have this shit back
I’m glad when i was picking up the phone that you ain’t hit back
The last one was a true story this a diss track
Don’t make me out this pound on ya face like you crip mac

Sometimes i feel like you trying to hard to look black
It’s a message me and bro still got if we look back
They said who was the gatekeeper and i gon explain either
Niggas think they know the whole story but it get way deeper

Let’s take it back to the day when i first met you
The day you told everybody in that room that i was special
When you said you felt my pain and was gon take me out the ghetto
And then you cancelled hot 97 when it was already on the schedule

What type of shit is that to give me an opportunity then take it back
You the part of one of the main reasons i hated rap
You the part of one of the main reasons i hate labels
And last but not least you the reason i’m a gatebreaker!