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sunnie marciano - you don't know what you're doing (xv diss) lyrics

[intro]
how you the king of the dub and your bars mediocre
it just started but your fans hoping the beef is over
like what y’all beefing over, i tell’em mind they business
sitting in kansas but my flow could reach the diamond district

[verse 1]
shout out to charlie atlas, cops’ll never find that witness
as i look at my watch i’m thinking that it’s time to get it
rap circles around donovan johnson
real g’s in the dub will put a nine to your conscious
he reply back, i ain’t got time for the nonsense
not being judgmental but you probably a f-g
tired of backpack rappers, what y’all got in them bags
fired the mac it’ll clap at ya, call your mom and your dad
let me tell you what happened to me
bumped into a local artist, raps was actually neat
i’m a mission to take rap back to the streets
halt when the smith & pops, he was really packing the heat
fo’ real listen pops, wearing all red with a gap in his t–th
told me to pay attention when he start attacking the beats
and then he said
{-“you don’t know.. what you’re doing, doing, doing”-}

[verse 2]
pop some face watch me make a lot of cake
know what i came to do, aim at you, that’s often
you got a deal? awesome. how you feel? awesome?
while i never met a rapper from warner brothers
just cartoons and a couple actors from warner brothers
and i don’t know your mind work when you write raps
lyrical i’m bad, so i mic jack you nice cats
this is just a lesson, really press’em if he writes back
you are no celeb, i”m on the edge cause you frontin’ man
head, ruger, legs chopped in half, they don’t understand
you been confronted but keep it a hunnit
which yourself keep your hands to your sides
don’t throw out punches
it’s fourth down the hail mary, punt it
make a stupid decision, throw some twos in your vision
if its tunnel like, it won’t be nothing nice
arms short, can’t box with god, do this christian
burn and scorcher on my way beat you squares into shape
when i turn the corner and vent with a tech
my pops is a pastor, god ain’t through with me yet
you’ll get wet
now rock with the master, get this sucker ruined
riding through the northside, there’s been another shooting
chop then bag’em, let the hustlers do it
little donnie don, this that muscle music
so approach your whole team with protein
but i’m like f-ck your movement
and why simply because
{-“you don’t know.. what you’re doing, doing, doing”-}
tell xv, i’m riding till they catch me

- sunnie marciano lyrics

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