[Intro]

Yea

Back again

Thought we left this in the past again

It got passed again

I’m a sadistic masochist

A different specific pacifist

The type that’ll pass a fist

I’m mad at this and

All y’all got is mad assists and

All the dissin’ has been sittin’

With y’all assistants, not even hittin’

I can not stress how much y’all done messed up

I’ve been in more groups, with even less love

Tryna dox false info like some feds stuff

All ‘em drugs got yo head messed up

Guess in “Osiris” somethin’ didn’t sit well

Put it down, the pen don’t even fit well

Say it now, or it might not hit well

You a clown, i know i’m about to send hell

Yеa, yea, yea, yea, yеa, yea

Haha

I’m sorry

It’s fun while it lasted

Had a good run, right?

[Verse]

Told you, you woke the demon up

A year later, the beast in his cave

Y’all pussies wanna wait to beam some stuff

Bitch i need enough, yea

64 not even a hunnid’, bitch you better run it

Conscious but battle rapper, you not better at gunnin’

Half of me is apart of you, you got the drive

Half-ass dissed, ‘bout to body you

I’m on my grind

Ain’t even reached my prime

Narcissistic, you can see the signs

No one likes you, read in between the lines

Whitest black i’ve ever seen

You give a bad name to the black community

You not apart of the team

Black washed Mr. Clean

Now stop tryna be somethin’ you wanna be, yea

Rap just isn’t your thing, go back to rock

Instead of being racist, let’s face it

S.W.I.M and Flex will never be your top

50 songs in 2 years, not a single one, 1k

Talk about suicide, like if you were to die

It’d be just a regular monday

Family will forget you in like one day

Always hypocrites tryna punch names

All ya wack need a fuckin’ lunch break

Carryin’ yall on my back need a hunch brace

Goose sound like a European on crack

It’s clear that skill isn’t in the convo when you’re bad

Neo a closeted furry, swear he better, feel my wrath

Sand has his first verse, bad choice, i’d pass

Goosey and Grootey they dynamic duo of the past

Cersia ain’t even servin’ up anythin’ else then ass

Botted followers and still made no cash

Ohsxnta bitch ass act like a fake gangsta, and kinda made me laugh

Guess on "Osiris" i struck a nerve huh?

But i still dissed him, 2 years ago, on another track

Yo, Neo

Lemme hold your hand

Lemme speak to you, man to man

Mentally, you’re not ready to hit those pads

Go back home and finish me writing some better jabs

You not from the south where they pants sag

You not about that life though

Your belt is on a ceilin’ fan

Oh shit, now i’m feelin’ bad

Maybe you should call you dad

Tell him you been killin’ Xans

9-8-8, need a helpin’ hand?

Fine i won’t wait, we know you deserve a chance

Pack told

You don’t like those black folks

Always knew, you’re in a clan (klan)

Sxnta told me he won't drop a response, ‘cus he can’t

Hasn’t dropped in 2 months, this a fuckin’ rant

Botted views that shit just sad

40k with 2k monthly, just do the math

Makin’ trash is no human task

Guess your relationship with A.I couldn’t last

On “A.T” you got sprayed

On A.T, rewinded, you was tired, relayed

On T.A relayed, you was tired of bein’ on fire

All you can do is pray

My Idol you admire, suicidal lighter, gas light

Fate, yeah

Goose didn’t murder me

Those numbers, you don’t deserve ‘em G

1v8 got a bunch of enemies

I’ll snatch that fuckin’ crown like what you thought you did to me

You yearn for clout, fame lacks

Funny how the same guy who dissed me, on the same track

With everyone else who dissin’ them

Wrong direction, left train tracks, yea

Put respect on my name, i’m the dark knight

Noah talkin’ shit like he embarks Christ

Gotta be some type of blasphemy

Delusional wannabes blastin’ me

Not my mind but my heart’s right

Fuck HK, yea

Fuck H3

Solo battlin’ a group

Come and face me

One and one, hate me

Gun and done, you brought melees

Tons and fun, tryna save me

I’ve been goin’ kinda crazy

I feel like Houston is a good place, lately

Ima about to go abusive on this bitch

Ima treat you like my baby, yea

Took alot of months

Always on a hunt

Bitch you met your match

Still trash, but rappin’ about blunts

Like you roll CBD

All the way from T.A to D.D.G

17 with a BM, she my B.B.G

Got some DMs, you should see ‘em

Got it on clicks, like you TTV

Could tell the numbers got to yo head

Caught you like CTV

Might just wanna quit after this song

Or don’t drop at all like dude come on

Put your mouth to mic instead of a bong

Groot livin’ in a San Bernardino ditch

Noah a fake, snort some Keno bitch

Die hard, like a virgin, like you’ve never seen no tits

Talkin’ crap like i wanna see yo wrist

“You don’t got”-no, I don’t need no bitch

This not just a Neo diss

You just got bodied by a emo bitch