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mysonne – if he dies, he dies (tory lanez diss) lyrics

uh huh
you hear this?
this is like sad music
like we about to go to a funeral
sometimes a n-gga talk theyself into some sh-t that they can’t get theyself out of, ya know
at some point you realize that your mouth done wrote a check that your -ss can’t cash
and then you realize that you playing with a n-gga that ain’t playing

this is what happen when a singer start rapping
call out a rapper and the rappers start slacking
now he feeling hisself, then he start bragging
now you trapped in the room with a dragon
the nerve of this n-gga, got hot off of auto-tune
did songs with street n-ggas, now you feel like you a goon?
that hairline is playing with your brain
somebody tell tory he better stay up in his lane
before the rain start pouring, lions start roaring
n-gga kept talking, i was trying to ignore him
now he declared war so it’s time to destroy him (facts)
they going to be mourning by the morning
n-ggas should have warned him, this life i was born in
you a character n-gga, you was drawn in
i was sworn in, oath to the streets
it’s all f-cked up, ya’ll done woken the beast

there’s levels to this sh-t, rappers and there’s composers
cats that spit facts and cats with nice flows
minor leagues and the place where the pros is
those that get exposed and the one who exposes
and that’s me n-gga, you ain’t no street n-gga
you ain’t never ride around with no heat n-gga
you ain’t never take no bricks to go meet n-ggas
you an r&b, melody on the beat n-gga
a sweet n-gga, young n-gga with an old face
sad, you ain’t comfortable in your own sp-ce
you came in the game hating on drake
jealous cuz he was the man in your home base
now you on tour with him?
you did all that just to do a song with him?
he can rap but what the f-ck is wrong with him?
n-ggas know it’s whack, ya’ll just going to go along wit him?
f-ck it, i guess integrity is dead
n-ggas do anything for bread
lying and trolling, spitting rhymes that’s stolen
so full of sh-t, how it fit inside your colon?
n-ggas should have told him lyrically i’m a god
so much dope when i spit n-ggas nod
it’s real life and you just a façade
a fake, facsimile, a fraud
i know it’s kinda hard, you 5’2 what it really is
you just want n-ggas to take you serious
all through high school chicks wouldn’t be with you
no matter how loud you yell we ain’t believing you
all the gun busting and selling, you ain’t even do
n-gga that was rhyming on flex, it ain’t even you
that’s the n-gga that you want to be
a hundred n-ggas like you don’t equal one of me
this ain’t even personal dog, this is fun to me
bring your -ss over here n-gga, don’t you run from me
don hung you off of the bridge (now) ima son your -ss like my kid
it’s a big difference from a boy and a grown man
it’s how you slap a n-gga around with your whole hand
bar for bar, you ain’t got no chance
leave the rap sh-t for me, stick to the slow jams

[outro – talking]
stick to the slow jams n-gga
i mean you can rap a little bit but we just don’t believe you
i mean you 5’1, 5’2
you be yelling at the top of your voice
and i just don’t, i don’t get the feeling, you know what i’m saying?
like i listen to bars, i’ve been a street n-gga my whole life
i…i don’t get that from you
i me….maybe it’s because you from canada, no disrespect to canada, i don’t know
but the gangsta sh-t you preaching and the sh-t that i know?
it don’t really add up, there’s a disconnection
so keep making the melody songs, throw the auto-tune on and all that sh-t
sh-t cute, we going to dance to it my n-gga
but leave the rapping sh-t to the rappers
facts
this is a warm-up
i know you ain’t going to sa…you ain’t going to reply, you scared
you wanna rap against n-ggas that don’t rap no more
you wanna battle eminem….i guess
you wanna battle eminem because he probably ain’t going to battle you
but you don’t want to rap with n-ggas that rap

- mysonne lyrics

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