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Pallbearer (The Big Hash Diss)
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Kanye West
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Wake up to twitter once again Molley trending for a b*tch I’m not bitter just never thought Hash was The next on my list In mommy’s whip spitting some kiddy’s sh*t Got all the kiddies lit Publicity got little biggie lit, I’m Riky with the sh*t You must have amnesia, you crying ‘bout children I’m f*cking with women that cash in on millions Hold up Molley boy, you do not have to kill him Man, I made the kid so I do not see a difference You spitting stats and they ain’t accurate, making me look inadequate Like I ain’t done immaculate Like your numbers be lapping it You owe rappers boy, I’m a CEO to rappers I rep my sh*t with a passion I’m wearing it like it’s fashion Wrap him up and body bag him Give his body to the trash man Only time you’ll see me throwing hash up in the trash can You took a break from music for a b*tch you didn’t f*ck I heard Anatii thinks you’re weird and that’s why Nyani ain’t gon’ drop You my son, I brought you up How you gon’ try bring me down? Must’ve forgot back at RawX boy you done slept on my couch Living off features got you demons I know nothing about The prince & king so I guess I just gotta air this sh*t out Full ownership, got full percent of all my money and sh*t I heard you get twenty percent when all the money gets split You came up broke and hungry spending weeks at everyone’s crib All of the videos when you was on some NeverBroke sh*t Ain’t no cap in my raps you know I spit the truest of sh*t They used to call you the black Molley, you came up on my sh*t Why you capping like all that gangster sh*t is really legit Got sh*t on you I know could really have you dead in the pits You a rat and all you do is follow cheese You’re lucky chilling with Reece got you up a couple degrees I never needed no co-signing from nobody but me Ain’t forget how you told me all your relations make belief and how you got em on your songs just for a card up your sleeve I mean sheesh, sad you had to sell inner peace for a piece Ain’t you just drop? How the f*ck they got Molley sh*t on repeat? Is it the size of your shoe or me cause I’m Smellin’ defeat I’m making sense why the whip ya’ll move in look like a hearse I’m your pops, I gotta show you that it come with a curse Know the warranty on your words do not cover returns Plus your debt to uncle Riky better check what you earn Man a lot ya’ll daps they ain’t even worth the catch In person never that bold but you always typing in caps Youngin all we ever smoking here is the biggest of hash Bigger camp, bigger bags, it don’t get better than facts That coffin that you said you had might be big enough for two I brought a casket to sway that fitted bout fifty of you Whatever happened to Riky puttin’ a milly on you? How come you tryna come at us when labels stealing from you? How come you never hot headed when we chillin’ with you? You treating this like it was me who went out reaching for you Been outta reach since your wave was still itty bitty and new Don’t let all of that young sh*t turn you into some old news Would’ve bodied me up on Sway? Even on Sway I wrecked you Funny how everybody was cool with that sh*t except you We got your theory kid, but in theory I deaded you loose I bodied you ‘bout twice before, so now you double dead blue Try come for Molley again and I’ll have you hang by a noose I got a can full worms, don’t let me let them all lose You’re tanking soldier boy, I just snapped you in two All these public statements on twitter, man how Hip Hop of you Ironic how my numbers on that Sway sh*t got 8 miles on you Funny how you pulled the race card, that’s even shady for you I told you I’m really bad, I just moonwalked on you
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