Bvang - 0-100 Remix (Matt Stacey Diss) lyrics

Coming from a city with some small sh** 207 rappers thinking that they are sh** Then they follow tryna get up into my clique But I ain't let 'em, that Matt Stacey's just a big b**h Kicking off, yeah, I be flipping off f** you and your talent, then I be k**ing you swear to god Mixing it up, check out my style with different parts But you sound the f**ing same in like, every single song Then I called you out, yeah but you b**hing now real quick Saying, nostalgia, "Not about you but movements" Fear of failure, yeah I see that fear up and in your eyes What you tryna do, I'm tryna raise up the bar high The flame is lit, I spiral up in a motion Pop this game like a cherry, yeah, that's total devotion s** my dick, are you jealous, that, that I'm just coasting And I'm still writing better than even when you try to focus You day dreaming, you best bet just stop believing That you are better than everyone, cause your not even Just stop preching, bout all this "Beef you not eating" Before I shove it down your throat till you not speaking Sneak dissah, big b**h now piss off Lying to my face, because your scared that i might hit raw This song, I'll take ya'll, brad mac, yo b**h dog Anyone you f** with, I will slap you, on your wrists, bro f** n***as, sh** I see them everywhere And I'm keeping it 300, yeah that's everywhere Tell these fake a** motherf**ers, what they wanna hear Time to step it up some levels, main is coming up this year! Oh lord, oh what the wanna hear Bvang is my name and I'ma start it here Why don't you take some f**ing notes It's like you cheating off your peers But I will always be on top and you'll be drowning in your tears, like Concionce resting on a thin slate About to serve it to you, here's your f**ing food tray I just dissed you and it's going on my mix tape Rising up this ladder, b**h now what you gotta say! I'm on a mission that competition has finally risen b**h you think your ready, but it's my decision, you ain't winning And I can't stop spitting, rehearse this verse when I be sh**ting Cause you remind me of sh**, soon I'll give you a pot to piss in Virgin territory, better call it Matt Stacey He ain't a f**ing man, don't even know how to make a baby Can't put a condom on, can't even get it up for ladies The only "b**h" he got, changed from John to mercades So how you k**ing it k**er, you just a gimmick Dropped like 4 tracks, damn it nearly took you a min Tryna get your name back out, yeah you know the sky is the limit But you are nothing now that Bvang rep's the game now he's in it, b**h