I'm not, I'm not responding 'cause I got to I'm I'm responding 'cause I'm bored Ay, shout out to Oy Barrie Farms One way up Oy He say I'm over thirty ain't actin' my age Well at least a nigga actin his wage They offer me 30, just to rap, now I got to react To the boy that pays to rap on the stage I won't say your name and you still won't get fame Your anger come from knowing you a God damn shame 'Cause you been rapping longer than me but you ain't farther than me Your father probably wish he could have been a father to me You say I'm trying to be street, I stay away from the streets God blessed me with a crib a few miles from the beach So why the fuck would I take my Maryland ass to Southeast 'Cause you ain't got shit to give 'em so it got to be me You mad 'cause you can't do what I do I came around your fatherhood and did what I did Not trying to be gangster, I'm just trying to go and inspire the kids So they don't have to go and live where you live On your grandma's porch, ain't your father a trapper? Where the fuck is your Porsche At least a motherfucking Ford At least a Honda Accord You ain't even got a car That's why your ass will never have the drive to see what I'm on Your papa see you and mourn Your rap career is a corpse You'll never make it even if you had the label support Matter of fact, ain't you used to have some label support? Yeah the deal that you got, that your pops paid for? A fucking embarrassment Used to have respect for you, you should have cherished it Now you pushing a narrative that you know ain't real For clickbait, but it ain't work, nobody click play still I always though that you was jealous now I know that it's real And when they talking about the top you do not apply You not even top one million-five-hundred and fifty when they try to look your name up on Spotify I know you drafting your response but I will not reply (Huh) Who gas you to play with me This will not get you your chance to spend a day with me This will not get you a chance to get a label meet The only thing it got you was your mouth on my meat Fuck, you need to take a seat with your whole team Every time you take a seat it's in the nosebleed (Yeah) We come from DMV where we the most fleek So why the fuck you dressing like you ain't got no streams When I come back we going to the store nigga You trying to be the one we know nigga But you should just quit, no hope nigga 'Cause the youth will never listen to a broke nigga I did this on the fly, I'm the fliest call me "I Don't Know" I'mma show them why I just came from out in Paris this my first time back in the 'Yo And now I got to make some rap careers die I can't believe that I'm responding to niggas with yellow teeth The name [?] but I really just call them cheeks I'm seen them in my mentions I've seen them under my tweets Like when the hell did Wyclef Jean get in this beef? Someone please call 9-1-1 You ain't got no money, you ain't got no funds You ain't got no sticks, you ain't got no guns Like how you not from the trenches but your [?] still slum Your whole life Nooch you had trouble trying to excel You only rap cause you tried to go to college and failed It's sad 'cause I know your father still sitting in jail 'Cause even if he had a bell you ain't got shit for the bail You took a pic with Cool J but you really the L You mad 'cause your ass stuck and I'm the one to prevail The only time that I associate with L's Is when my bitch is on Elle Or when I'm sitting from row at the L Or when I'm in the studio with Pharell, that's two L's A diss from you make me money and boost sales A diss from me gets you attention just for a second But that will not replace your cheap Oy Boys necklace You try to make it seem like I was dissing the dead Tried to Trayvon me and put the hood on my head But really it just gave me more awareness instead Now I know me and you ain't gon' ever be friends (Yeah) Dissing me built your biggest buzz yeah you know what's up (Yeah) You can leave your wallet in the street And nobody take it not out of respect but 'cause you broke as fuck (Yeah) You ain't got shit in it Must not know who you dealing with, me and my clique we move militant I body everybody ain't going to stop me from killing it, bitch you innocent (Hmm) PG stand up, DC they're my bros, VA in the cut (Huh) You don't like it come and sue me nigga Getting bodied by a Bowie nigga Just got off of the phone with [?] gave him commissary You should go and help Boobe nigga (Huh) Instead of worrying about the one that's chosen (Huh) You're moving like your bank account's frozen (Huh) Try to play me I am not going You focused on the wrong one that's why your pockets broken (Huh) Let's turn this into something positive, so I teach this class at Harvard, uhh, gave a scholarship to twenty-five students, I'm not even asking you to do, do, three, four, five, just give me, it costs twenty-five bands for each student, donate twenty-five bands so we could get one more student from the DMV in it, that should be your response