Kayden, The KID - 3:09 in Houston

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★ fhisy ★ ...i thought this was losers bracket, oh wait

★ sam ★ fhisy, i'm not gonna hold you, i'm not gonna hold you, i'mma tell you and only you this, my nerves got to me on a video game. i am- now going-

Yeah
Look
I'm tired of disrespect
Hit a nigga once, he at my neck?
Let's keep it civil, hide the tec
Bum ass nigga with not a check to his name
Rapping against me to hide from the shame
Let's keep it real, we ain't the same
You act like a dog, but really you just be barking for dames, damn
Who the fuck want beef with me?
Who the fuck gon' want this street in me?
Who the fuck tryna get some real beef, shit
I'mma rеally slide shit
I'm a real nigga, bitch, like damn
Hеard you got shot, i'll spin it again
You calling me lazy? you times it by ten
You throwing your punches, but i say amen
I'm praying your bitch will find better men
You just a bitch who don't understand
I got exhibition of the game in my hands
Calling me failing, but where are your gramms at?
I dunno where you stand at
Cause on one hand, you say that i win
But then you drop this shit and call it a win?
Pride and greed in itself is a sin
So watch what you say to me, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Said i'm behind, but where's my decline?
I hit a nigga up, he running and hiding
Telling me that he don't really want fights
And praying to god that i act polite
Well fuck that shit, cause he don't act right
He pickin' his fights then hidin' his hands
He thinkin' he safe, he making his plans
But he don't know shit, i stand on my bands, bitch
Fuck what you stand for, bitch
This what you asked for, bitch
You wanted this shit, so where is he at?
Like father, like son, never came back
Hell yeah, i'm the king, i'm the goat
Fuck what you mean, i ain't do the most?
I did hesitate, i ain't go for the throat
But see, now it's different, cause you runnin' 'round gloating
Boasting and quoting
Coping and loathing the day i drop, nigga
Say here i am, like sam i am, nigga drop dead
Cause i ain't tryna be a pussy with a bald head
Now let's talk facts
You 0 for seventeen in the comp act
And when the comp talks comes into play
No one chooses you, nigga go away
Cause we don't want you
Playing reyna just to lose
Hearing your voice is abuse
Cause we don't want you
I think you got shit misconstrued
Cause jesus would tell you to never be rude
You playing this shit, just to be booed?
I guess you like pain, you chopped and screwed
They say not to play with your food
But fuck it
Muhammad ali, i'm punching and stunning
Thought you like kenny, so why is you lying?
You playing like drake, where the children hiding?
Slithering around like a snake, you conniving
Telling me i ain't shit, but nigga i'm thriving
Just got a call last week, no kidding
The gang tellin' me you a punk ass villain
No vaseline, i'mma keep the shit stompin'
You don't wanna fuck with a nigga from compton
You're just an option
I'd put you straight for adoption
Run to the shop and
Couldn't even auction
Cause no one wants you, remember?
Lack permeance to remember endeavors
Sorry, i'm too fucking clever
You looking up letters
And using rhymezone to tell you what's better
But i use my head, cause nigga i'm better, i'm better, i'm better
I get way more cheddar
You fold under pressure
You lying so much need a liar detector
Cause nigga think that he can match up with me?
Let's turn the the mic to me and see
What really happens when a nigga compete
Cause last time i was tryna let you retreat
But you just wanna see all this heat, so fuck it
Number three coming, just say something, nigga (nigga, nigga)