30 For 30 Freestyle: Day 18

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These mothafuckas all poppin' shit, they all poppin' shit And you borrowed five racks from my homegirl But how you act like you on top of shit? Yeah, your Instagram poppin' but you isn't out here profitin' Yeah, I know 'cause I been watchin' it I see you poppin' all these xans And you fuckin' all them model chicks But be careful though, they gossipin', yo they gossipin' Co-signs from every artist in rap though But can't show no packed shows, do you got fans though? Step aside, my flow is pesticide for all these industry plants though Fuckin' asshole, I remember you were waitin' by the backdoor At studios I worked from, then I walked you in When you caught a little buzz since then But you ain't even been heard from, shit It's funny how a little show money shed light On a man with no character, of course you didn't act right I show love, I did a track with you that night Didn't even charge you, I shoulda taxed your ass twice But I felt like we were brothers from a past life So I let it slide, yeah, and I ain't carryin' no baggage Fuck buryin' the hatchet, I won't let it die, I won't let it die