[Intro:]

Yo yo yo man, that's all I'm saying bro

We out here killing careers you out here killing yourself bro, that's all I'm saying

Bro, you're really out here killing yourself, fam, that's all you're doing

That's all yo're doing fam, you're just killing yourself bro

[Verse 1: XL]

You ain't shit but a stain, where's the bleach?

I'm a fiend for the fame, you a lame on the beat

Where your right hand man? I got three at least

You think you eating kid? Then I'm 'bout to feast

It's Doughbois bitch know we run this shit

You a broke boy thinking that I'm not a quit

I got diss after diss, you make wish after wish

Your ass so poor can't fix up a Dish

I remember having no one that would flock for me

If anybody ask yeah I got Glocks for heat

He gets close to cheap, but no Goodwill

Man you need a good pill like Pepto Bismol

Probably get cuffed from a buck on the low-low

Wanna go toe to toe, you would be a no show

The way I rhyme flows I'm like H20

The way you drop hoes, who doesn't know

If you wanna toss hands then you better have a plan

I got two, you got one, leave you left for dead

Saying who I hit on the track O-Dan

You a simple mistake, your dad should've used protection

Peddle from the bitches though I act so cynical

Going hard in the bars 'til I can't no more, woah

Rest in peace Bankroll

Signing out XL, here from Chicago, aye