Conceited II

I remember back in grade two. When I fucking met you. Trying to not lose my mind while I’m locked in the booth. You took 13 years and I took one moment. When you started doing the shady folk shit. Skyler was about to beat your ass until you couldn’t walk again. But guess that’s just history repeating itself. Now my inner demon is back from the dead. I saved your life more than twice but that’s the past so just go to hell. Funny how I do street work but you don’t. That’s why you lil brother Jordan was constantly breaking into homes or he wanted to get some smoke then I beat him till he starts misplacing organs. I told you I’m the fucking outcast orphan. How you gonna run to my babymama. I thought you said “I’m too old for this bullshit petty drama.” I told you not to pull the trigger to war. Cuz I’ll kick down your door. Lil pussy motherfucker Robert Russell Holley (the third), guess that makes sense knew you weren’t the original, you just a carbon coby. Fuck this punk he’s just another body. Another person to chase clout off me. Rice was just a side dish, let me be clear he tried to feed something that wasn’t even hungry. All you do is cap. Listen to garbage rap. Babymama of yours was a meth whore, haha, facts. You at one point were fucking a donkey. He missing all them shots he shot at me. Go play snitch you fucking rat. Just know I stay strapped. Glocks and gats. But I also got hands. So fucking try it. Don’t deny it. Sorry you can climb my mountain, so quit tryin. Am I implying. That I took Savannah from you. I fucked and got her pregnant with Aspyn too. Damn it’s embarrassing dude. That’s your always choking down some sloppy seconds. I told y’all give me 5 minutes. And I’ll come with a diss. This was a problem so I fixed it. It was just at your expense. Say sun back the next thing will be said without holding back. I mean while we, on the path of airing out dirty laundry. Where that 40$ you owe me. Where that money you said you were getting paid. Nowhere cuz it was all fake. Just a persona you chose to play. When in reality you just a broke ass, fake ass, wanna be trapper. You just a fucking mumble rapper. You ain’t no factor. You claim to have demons well I guarantee mine are worse. Lyrically put you into a hearse. Time for me to break the curse. That’s another person buried and defeated. Who wants next to be called out on being conceited