Diss Song歌词

I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Yea

I got **** on my mind

First off, this song, missedly took it wrong
Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved

Heard it was you out making out with my dawg
Went to school together
Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Til I see the ***** wrong hat, now it’s head off
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
Looked down the **** I saw now, I don’t look at **** the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
***** you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you ’down, s thatembarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations

Told *****s we’re related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it
I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded

Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated
For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it
And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat
Take your shades off, I’m like
I ain’t tryna diss you
(Remember me?)

I just wanna know the issue

If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song

They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Listen to this song
Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory

Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Horry
Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me
Your remarks, playin league out of character

Your social past couldn’t make a dollar in America

On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid

Me boy, why you *****s gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you *****s something to ride to
Gave you *****s something to get fly to
Gave you *****s something to die to
*****s want the fast life, barely in the drive through
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
You’re a fan *****? It’s cool, I was once too

All that feedback, really don’t need that
You like it? Buy it,
You don’t? doncop ’t it
Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance
It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant

I’m big event so go ahead and vent

I’m big event so go ahead and vent
I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you

I just wanna know the issue

Listen to this song
Listen to this song
This song

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain’t gotta take it this far

I ain’t tryna diss you

I ain’t tryna diss you

Tell em play this song
I ain’t youtryna diss

Make a diss song
Tell em play this song

This song

This song

Bill ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring

This moment of clarity

I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece

They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak
Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach
Back of the bus, *****s fightin over window seats

Tryna compete, T-Rawws’
Make this idea complete

Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?

God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It’s rules to the ****, but just it ain’t a game

Give or take, *****s still gon violate

Not up for discussion, nobody ****in and bussin
You tough? It’s always someone tougher sayin **** me some public law

Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact

Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that?
Blacks on the wall, wall, my stick on gap
Backpack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that

*****s fire arms like they ****in fist gone
These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song