" Yo we gotta leave these n***as shook man
SenselessReality : Yeah man we gotta leave these n***as shook tell them to bring their best competition cause really that's what I wanna do
Donnie : haha . su*k A DICK
SenselessReality : Yo how can you compare yourself to me ?
I see no comparison
Put your head on the guillotine to severe it
Better yet
I show you that your style ain't unique
A better flow
A better style
You worry about your swag staying complete
While I'm staying on beat
A miracle , a criminal , dissing dudes with subliminals
Wack n***as are pitiful
This ain't yock but I will speak for an individual
My flow stays Exquisite
Fasnating
This verse would leave masterbating
I'm close to hip hop as if we are related
Cousins and brothers and mothers
One big family
Protecting them is my obligation
I'm ambitious
Responsive to the wack sh** I'm responding
You're a bigger idiot than Mitt Romney
You're parasitic
But to me you ain't no menance
I can be rebellious but you're mad tratrious
You past co*ky , you're self centered
Rap was made for n***as who are way better
Epidemic , Lone Wolf , Iconick , Kid Space. f** it
Even Joey
My goal is to make these f** n***as go below me
You guys swear that sh** wasn't for me
But how could you that I s**
When you never heard of me
You swear you could murder me
I'm capable and competent while you beg for compliments from b**hes who's pussies are past bottomless
Scholarly n***as can be profounded by this
You say you pulling triggers but got no targets to hit
You say you a sharp shooter but wit me you already missed
A
Hook
We got em shook n***a × 2
They swear they gangsters till we got them shook n***a
We got em shook n***a × 2
They swear thet gangsters till we got them shook n***a
They ain't pulling no triggers
Donnie Trill : We Got Em Shook n***a
We Got Em Shook n***a
We Got The Damn Vereses Hanging Out A Damn Hook n***a
These fake rappers got looking hella bad
Talking about some stupid sh** that they never had
Bring the competition
I'll charge ya for admission
Tryna f** with me ?
Boy I know you ain't with it
They I'm sick with it , spitting that sick sh** in it
Cause simple minded people they just all with it
I'm talking bout a critic
Judging all my n***as lyrics
Cause it's easier to say when you ain't never did it
I wish a n***a would put my name in his mouth
If I catch him slipping leave him dripping like his spouse
sh** is real out here man with no doubt
All these n***as sugar coat it like some girl scouts
I spit Zanax boy homie you can even count
I f**ed this game yeah brodi and I'm bout it bout
But this foreplay
I got my hand in her blouse
Something smells like p**y
Something fishey like a trout
All these n***as talking big moves
Man homie just sit on the couch
I don't call it balling n***a I just cash out
Outro
SenselessReality : Yo , I'm hoping to be the dopest lyricist
b**hes wanna get intimate
No innocence
Must have a god like flow cause you believe in it
Be that satan sh**
Better mention it
People over act for the dumbest sh**
Listening to Big L while I'm writing sh**
But I ain't proud of this
No followers , these n***as won't die for you
I thought Big L told ya mama to swallow you
Yo team ain't proud of you n***a
Team packs loud for the troubles dude
Am I troubling you? Hold on I ain't even through
But I'll wait till the next song I didn't mean to front on you
Hook
We got em shook n***a × 2
They swear they gangsters till we got them shook n***a
We got em shook n***a × 2
They ain't pulling no triggers