(Verse 1: Te$la Chapman) It pains me to say Most these rap n***as is fake I hope that the words that you say Match up with your life or else it will get taken No Jin Kazama Know some hood n***as that'll keep the chopper Ventilate a n***a, rush him to the doctor Word hit the block, now the cops at your door Explaining your d**h to your mama You really think she want that drama? All because you around the hood trying to tote around a llama These n***as stay up on Twitter Instigating some beef You see your mans in the street But you don't hear not a peep It ain't that deep, yet you always wanna stay in the mix But when it's game over, you scramble to pick up the sticks? Stay off the block It's bad for your health Nobody told you it's cool to just be yourself? You listen to the wrong people Now you stuck in a vice They k**ing n***as over simple sh** like shooting dice It's sad to say that nobody values a life So every time I leave the crib, I always keep me a knife, Te$la (Verse 2: SodaMan) All that i'm waiting on Is for people to grow the f** up You must be mistaken If you think that you're part of my come up Show me you're real Actions speak louder than any ordeal You will never be seen Again if you think you'll pull one on me You will never be heard If you tell me a lie and I feel like I'm hurt You will never be felt Why you calling again asking me for my help? What hurts me the most Are the things that you did while I'm not in my home Brother, please Prove to me that you are not a disease