[Intro:]
Yo yo yo man, that's all I'm saying bro
We out here k**ing careers you out here k**ing yourself bro, that's all I'm saying
Bro, you're really out here k**ing yourself, fam, that's all you're doing
That's all yo're doing fam, you're just k**ing yourself bro
[Verse 1: XL]
You ain't sh** but a stain, where's the bleach?
I'm a fiend for the fame, you a lame on the beat
Where your right hand man? I got three at least
You think you eating kid? Then I'm 'bout to feast
It's Doughbois b**h know we run this sh**
You a broke boy thinking that I'm not a quit
I got diss after diss, you make wish after wish
Your a** so poor can't fix up a Dish
I remember having no one that would flock for me
If anybody ask yeah I got Glocks for heat
He gets close to cheap, but no Goodwill
Man you need a good pill like Pepto Bismol
Probably get cuffed from a buck on the low-low
Wanna go toe to toe, you would be a no show
The way I rhyme flows I'm like H20
The way you drop hoes, who doesn't know
If you wanna toss hands then you better have a plan
I got two, you got one, leave you left for dead
Saying who I hit on the track O-Dan
You a simple mistake, your dad should've used protection
Peddle from the b**hes though I act so cynical
Going hard in the bars 'til I can't no more, woah
Rest in peace Bankroll
Signing out XL, here from Chicago, aye