Crucifix

How you get carried up out of my house Like a crucifix by your own mommy and partner? (Like bro they really carried you out like jesus my nigga) That nigga crying, wanting to call the feds, was it the weed or the molly? Like my nigga you can't smoke nigga control yourself) How you gone diss me cause I make money, bro get off your ass Why are you talking bout bitches from back in the past, did yours not last? I do not know why you tryna talk bout my dad, yours is a racist Let's face it, you a bitch, and cause your mommy raised it Lemme see you had Kierty, bitch was a goblin, she need a face routine Then you had Gracie, promise she's not bad, need to fix her teeth Now you with Raigan, I could of already smashed, how my dick taste? Nigga i'm better than you, in every way, know you're a disgrace How you gone cry and be vomiting nigga, boy get ahold of yourself Nigga you are a social outcast, you don't even know yourself Nigga we know that you went out bad, yea you're a hoe yourself Didn't I ask if you wanted to fight when you saw me And you said you ain't feel to well Two hits of the bong and you walked like a zombie Please tell me how that felt Bitch I double dog dare you to come press up on me Nigga might die forreal Like why do you lie forreal? You ain't really cut like that, when Preston pulled up to your crib And your ass got scared, why you ain't swing that bat? Nigga, you know that you a rat? Bro was just snitching on camera Nigga can't not fold around his mother, how you gone last in a slammer? Type of nigga pump fake say it jammed up You a bitch real shit put yo hands up My nigga I might just beat until you turn black Have you walk like a Panda And don't even say shit bout my family How your mama look like she on crack And your dad got too much showing, tell that stank ass nigga get back And we know that you ain't never payed son Only Payson you know is the gay one Which makes sense, might go try and take some Nigga might f*ck around try to taste some Bro just come out the closet, nigga out here promoting his dead ass music Boy it's not a contest Like bro we don't even compare Couldn't see me in my middle school years If you stop ducking then you'd have to tell everyone You got beat by a guy with pink hair, damn I know that sucks Promise you, you're not tough My nigga you're really a geek Nigga in my dm's just last week, that boy tryna get him a feat Damn that's embarrassing I get it, like this is not fair to him Why the f*ck did your mom name you Brayden? Nigga moving around like a Harrison He rapping but nobody hearing him Nigga die nobody gone care for him Nigga thought he my slime and you clearly can't take real drugs Try you some clariton How the f*ck you gone make a diss track out of the blue It shows that you care a ton Nigga keep talking bout these guns and poles, but you do not carry one...