"It′s Ya Boy, Born Sinner
And Shout Out To The M.A.F.I.A"
How You Gone Bring Yo Niggas Into Battle?
You Must Be The Worst President Of A Company Ever!
They Are Not Prepared And You Are Not Prepared!

Got A Whole Pack Of Black N Mild
Still Wants Smoke
Category 5 Soft I Ain't Hear One Bloke
You Don′t Follow My Ass But You Stalk My IG
Maybe You Should Suck My Dick
Till Ya Pen Game Choke
M.A.F.I.A Bitch
You Don't Wanna Provoke
We Against Our Government
But Wait You My Foe
Category 5?
Wait!
That's A Hurricane Right
Put Two And Two Together
That′s Weather Control
Ain′t You Posed To Make Noise?
Wait?
Huh?
What?
Baby Girl Your Tropical Storms Weak
You Huffing And Puffing And Talking Yo Shit
Whats A Hurricane That Can't Blow The Shoes Off My Feet
Or The Spikes Off My Cleats Or These Hoes Out My Sheets
Boy Ya Pen Game Sweet
You Cannot Defeat
So You′re The President
Of Your Company
Then I Recommend
That You Get Impeached
My Flow Is Amazing
Yours Is Horrendous
Your Lyrics Are Trash
And Mine Are Stupendous
Its Not An Accident
Like Your In A Car
When Your Preferred Sex
Means You Get Rear Ended
You Said Your Gonna Murder Me
Guess You Pretended
Act Like You Never Herd Of Me
I'm So Offended
You Try To Flick The Bird At Me
Don′t Say Another Word To Me
Unless Its Under Urgency
You're FAM Suspended
The Don Of The M.A.F.I.A
What You Expected
Your Lyrically Better
Now You Stand Corrected
You Sent Me A Diss
I′m Still Unaffected
But Still Be Relentless
You Couldn't End It
Bring Your Whole Crew
The Whole Damn Collective
"Wait Leave Snap Alone"
Man Your So Protective
But You Got It Wrong
There's No Beef With Snap
I Don′t Mean A Chain
When You Must Be Neck Less
Na I′m Just Playing
Your Family I Meant It
My Brother I Love You
My Loyalty's Endless
But Battling Me
And Realizing You Lost
Man Do You Need A Hug
Cuz This Here Gone End Friendships
You Have Just Awoken A Beast
That′s Bad Timing
Telling People You Rap Better
Bitch Quite Lying
I Didn't Even Write This Part
I′m Free Styling
Until We Hear Sirens
My Whole Team Is Firing
I Picked Up Your Slack
When You Needed Help Writing
You Needed Producers
I Made You Their Client
They Don't Show You Love In Your Hood
Till I′m With You
But Bro Just Relax And Don't Start
Acting Violent
I Know How You Act Nigga
I'ma Keep It A Stack With Ya,
When I Left Town And There Was No One Round
Ya Friends Fell Back Now Your Circle Slimmer
Lets Go Round For Round
Number 1 Contender
Your Heart In The Blender
I Am No Pretender
I′m The Don And You See It
Martyr So I′ll Be It
Fuck A Gang Member
I Don't Surrender
Beefing Since November
I Still Haven′t Lost
Your Expired Juice
Bitch I Got The Sauce
You Can Gasp For Air
I Still Haven't Paused
Nigga Suck My Dick
Hold Up Homie Pause
I Just Herd Your Diss
Talking Bout My Dick
Keep It Out Ya Jaw
People Hear You Talk
Shut Ya Dick Sucker
Okay Bitch Bark
Anybody Looking
Beat You After Dark
Stop Ya Fucking Crying
Someone Called The Law
Now You Safe Stupid
No Worries At All
You Had Just Got Bodied
They Say I′m Involved
Nigga You Just Lost
Look At What It Caused
Oh You Must Be Lost
Hang Em By A Cross
Hang That By A Noose
Watch Him As He Falls
Category 5
Sorry For Your Loss
Sin Without A Cause

I'm Trying To Explain
You Must Be Sick In The Brain
Thinking That I Could Be Tamed
I Treat Authority Like Its A Game
When I Open Up I′ma Speak About Pain
I'm Sorry That Things Ain't The Same
But If I′m On Ya Blocka With That Pocket Rocket I′m A Cock It Back Aim
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!

I Cant Believe You Say You Better
I'm Under The Weather
Rainy Days With No Umbrella
Actin Tough Like Bruce Banner
But You More Like Caitlin Jenner
Let′s Agree To Disagree
Your Career Is On The Stretcher
Child Of Ogun I Thank The Lord That I've Been Blessed
Try And Shoot Ya Shot
But Make Sure This Time Its Your Best
And Stop Aiming For My Heart
Nigga I Still Wear A Vest And
You Cannot Contest The Living Don Put You To Rest

I′ll Chew You Up And Spit You Out
Your Temper Tantrum Cry N Pout
That Makes You Win Huh Mr.Sin
Go Spit Them Feelings Out Ya Mouth
I'm Sick Like Snot Up Out Ya Snout
You Mention Me You Chasin′ Clout
Now Who Gone Win Rabz Or Sin
Now Clear Ya Thoughts Whats This About
You Lyrically Could Never Reach
And I'm On Top And You're Beneath
We Got In A Argument
And Your Pride Wont Except Defeat
Your Punch Ins Way Too Obvious
Pay An Engineer Your Cheap
Your Music Gets No Play
Mine Is In Those Cars Like Gasoline
Now You′re Fucked
No Vaseline
You Don′t Believe Me Ask Ya Team
Bié Shuōle

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