[Intro]

I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets, say it, children!

I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets, uh-uh

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody got time for Dax! (Haha!)

Ain't nobody got time for that

[Verse: Crypt]

Welcome to Dax's eulogy, he practically passed the noose to me

This is what happens when you get confused and shoot at a true MC

Who's this dude think he's foolin'? He's just fuelin' me stupidly

Guess it's true since you used an extra year to get that school degree

We both graduated back in 2013

But, you're a year older, I guess it was harder than it seemed

"Retarded" don't honor your mind state, must be tokin' that Spice laced

This bitch's diss left me bored to death for Christ's sake

So, I heard you had some words for me written down in a scheme

Five months after the fact, let's recap and see what he means

He trashed me behind my back, he half-assed his verse on my track

Even though I gave him the cash that he asked for to make the rap

And then I put his ass on blast for bein' fake as his chain that said Dax

And now, he's aimin' my way, claimin' I attacked, what is that?

Damn right I did, this a walk in the park

And I'm supposed to bag up shit left by bitches, so let the carnage start

People tweetin' me, tellin' me that I gotta go see

What Dax said, so like you, I had to take a lil' peep

And what I did see? A bunch of sheep, counted so much, I fell asleep

Someone tell this G when you diss me, don't do so carelessly

And now I think about it, it's funny how we all sleep

Dax with his painted toes tucked up under his sheets

Cuddled up with bundles of money he scammed for on some beats

His ex sleeps with everyone and all of y'all sleeping on me

Dax mad I ain't accept his fake apology

Actin' like I'm Tory Lanez the way he said "I'm sorry, G"

Said he wants to make a make-up track with me and Scru

But I told him, "Screw you, I don't fuck with you, dude"

Said he was prayin' for my family when my grandmother died

Posted in my comments two weeks after her soul went to fly

Actin' like he's a saint to gain grace in the public eye

But ain't say shit to me and had my number the entire time

His head's so far up his ass, that's why he thinks he's the shit

'Cause every time he spits, fecal matter drips from his lips

Get him a CAT scan, 'cause this pussy's brain needs some help

Funny how I'm the fat man, but you're the one full of himself

You wanna say your freestyles are off the dome and that's lame

The only thing un-drafted's you when you went for the NBA

Say you're better than me like it is a brag and a boast

But we've been on two tracks together, I out-rapped you on 'em both

Let's talk about all these verses you reusin', thinkin' you're hard

For someone so fit, you sure are fuckin' lazy with the bars

You stole the name of your diss and acted like it's OG

But, homie, we know that Daniel likes to steal low key

And Daxnos was a trash diss filled with bad jokes

And Dax knows his ass is grass if he lashes forth

And Dax nose is filled with burned marks from all the coke

That he snorts to cope that his ass is alone

I'll take your D, chop it off with what's left of your name

Give you this L, so you can put it right there in it's place

And that's the only way you fly, how's that for word play?

Dax, I can promise you that you don't wanna play this game

Now, you wanna bitch that I rap too fast? Well, shut the fuck up and listen, Dax

And if you even attempt to do what I can, you'll fail like you have as a Dad

Oh, snap, that's what you told us in "She Cheated Again"

So, either you lied about that, or you're lyin' about this

Do you even have a kid or was that shit fabricated from thin air?

Tryna get sympathy from a fake story you fibbed there

Medusa lookin' ass, stone-faced, emotionless, stiff glares

He's so much of a snake that they took the place of his hair

Now, snap me out of existence like you said that you would

I'll come back with everything I have, and that won't be good

Do we need to talk about that night in 2012 in Nashville

Or maybe refer to it as suckin' dick for Cash-ville?

Seven figures to flex, how quickly bitches forget

You were beggin' for checks in 2017 to pay rent

Actin' so rich, but your apartment, it ain't even furnished

Fuck a casket, I'ma burn his ass to ashes, 'cause he earned it

Kendra cheated, she's not your Butler, so she wouldn't wait

But, the entire time, you were textin' her friend Jayce

And had the hots for Janae, her own sister, Big Play

You back at it like a bad habit, bein' a snake

This shit ain't new to you, you've been a liar your whole life

And got mad at me when I brought your true colors to light

Assassinate your character? Bitch, I just revealed the shit

When you got 10 different artists with the same story, you're a dick!

You wanna hate on YouTube Rappers, but shit, now you need us

People at those shows don't know you, they there for Techa N9na

So put our names in the title, call it a diss to get those numbers

And don't be a bitch, tips from one YouTuber to another

[Outro]

I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets (Say it, children!)

I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets (Uh-uh)

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody got time for that shit!