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vi seconds - gittem lyrics

[bars]
this is how you humble a n-gga, walking around with a complex
i’m the bomb threat that evacuated your complex
you try hard to be complex
but that’s an everyday struggle, you might as well be on complex
this’ my house, don’t you think you can settle in
i got bigger fish to fry, right now i’m settlin’
blackin’ on this n-gga for the sake of his melanin
once i bring that metal in you gon’ see me push his melon in
tutankhamun the ruler, there ain’t another pharaoh
your skin got dark from living in your brother’s shadow
i mean, you ain’t nothing more than an inkling
how’s it feel to know you’re inferior to your siblings?
d-mn, it’s like the world pushed you aside
i look at your family tree and you’re a bush on the side
there must be something in the sh-t you’re drinking
there was never a comparison, you’ wishful thinking
you want smoke? well you got that trouble
lil n-gglet, you sound like ugandan knuckles
i get it, i draw attention these ain’t subtle actions
speak my name? wired jaw, now you mumble rapping
rumble? hear a peep, this uzi and pump spazzing
arms start swinging like your corny -ss krump dancing
the nina, give you a ring but won’t marry you
have your body like your songs, g. yee gon’ carry you
watch me make this man lay and die
it’s a shame when you can’t wear your last name with pride
you get looks off your last name, you hate you’re his kin
you’re his product; all your movements -ssociate with him
got your own sh-t going? who fooled you, sucka?
your life’s gonna be “beatdown”? that’s kunnus’ brother
i’m saying, you mighta made a mistake outta this one
can’t chest pop and get buck outta this one
nah, you hate me then i hate you too
i can’t relate to you, it must suck to be stuck on player 2
it’s mario luigi in this case
you green with envy and i see it in your face
without him you don’t ring no bells
he got the name getting m’s and you gon’ wear this l
so what’chu tryna say, you ’bout to die, you disgrace
you were a feed the children baby slim with flies on your face
i donated a dollar to the guy i’d erase
now it’s feed the children when the 50 fly in your face
this’ a charity, you borrowing my time from someone else’s day
start surfing since you’ always on somebody else’s wave
took you 5 years before you even showed improvement
now i’m in your crib with the tools like home improvement
wanna slapbox? i got dubs and a lot of those
your bro gon’ see me casket you and smack the f-cking box closed
you must be stupid, in a snap i get reckless
knock your t–th out, now make an african necklace
all that scream rapping and rah rah, who you scaring, bruh?
acting like you’ royalty, this ain’t coming to america
you died before your birthday, now i’m feeling like a vulture
make a jacket from your pelt since it’s in your culture
want my respect? you ain’t taking it yet
“heatman” is dying quick, and i ain’t breaking a sweat
sheesh, you really heat man? well you must be r-t-rded
i’m mega man, and when you died i got the power of garbage
you loser, puffing your chest gon’ get you caved like your residence
you’ll get your locks popped like breaking and entering
so this is how you get clout, you tryna diss now?
i think that i’m bruce wayne, you think that you’ chris brown
you’ a dancer, b-tch, you not that hard
you gon’ end up like chris brown on stomp the yard
let it pop from far, your fans screaming you got merked
twist your neck, your head spinning like you got served
step up, all my points at a high like i hit a dab
you gon’ get an arm in your face like you hit the dab
you didn’ matter, n-gga, you picked me
now the arms up, waving like “oooohhh, pick me!”
take the footage of your whooping and rewind the damage
see you on the floor, crawling; velma trying to find her gl-sses
you hate i son you, you relating to gamora
you’ll get lit up 9 times like hanukkah menorahs
you say that you clapping shots, i say you don’t have a shot
you punch drunk without a shot, i’m clapping like “yo, p-ss the rock”
beat you with the stock laughing, you gon’ be a laughing stock
glad to see you in a box, the kicks i want are back in stock
boy, you will never be in my tier
and if you died, you would never be in my tears
d-mn, they know my sh-t is nicer when the spits’ deciphered
i’ll get this n-gga flipped like olympic divers
you getting paper now? aw d-mn, oh sh-t
house with four fridges? still dressing like your homeless
i took pity on you, this is something to do
try to block? it’s blocka blocka, b-tch, you something to move
you’ a joke to me, you the one with something to prove
why’d you take this knowing life is something you’d lose?
i mean… you ain’t “trash trash trash”, but you “trash trash”
you acting up, gon’ make me take my mack out the cash stash
blast blast, black mask, leaving with the last laugh
you ain’t getting half the effort, all your sh-t is half–ssed
i’m the gawd, think i’ll let this n-gga p-ss? never
this n-gga’ food and quite frankly: i’ve had better
i’ll cut the beatdown off his hands to the last letter
use ’em as an offering so he’ll hear from his ancestors

[beatdown’s ancestors – interlude]
amida, why would you do this?
we told you he’s a k!ller, why would you be so foolish?
tonight, you sleep with the hyenas, and for acting up
tomorrow you take your b-tch -ss back to africa

[end bars]
i hear your raps and can’t wait till your rhyming’s done
box with you? why – when i can put you inside of one?
you ain’t nothing more than a hoe to dispose
treat you like back home and shove a bone through your nose
work on your craft before you dare to try speaking
and stop tryna box with a god when you can’t reach ’em
he’ll get hooked, lined and i’m filleting his -ss
your sensitivity getting calmed, you’ aiming to fast
b-tch, you ain’t never gonna be my equal…
lmao, you barely one of my peers
in addition, you’ just one i’m subtracting
maybe rap just ain’t your career
you gon’ vanish and no one cares for really, though
till see you dangle in a logan paul video
your flow big shaq, puffy jacket, it’s not hot
your adlib got you smoked, you tried to gittem and got got

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