Hey M (The response)

I don't give a f*ck about you, I don't give a f*ck about Steele, and I don't give a f*ck about Raheem, I don't give a f*ck about myself Look, I ain't shit, I ain't never gon' be shit, and you less of a man than me, so as soon as I decided, you ain't gon' be shit Nah, I ain't even comin' in like that So be it Nigga, push the goat I got sum for you M, check me out I got rap niggas, want beef, but never on shit Nigga, try to steal that flow from me, that mean you owe me, bitch Shells dumpin', but I only talk about just half of it Hows you to goat when shit you droppin', we ain't heard of it T-Money build the label, I just let you own the shit And yeah, you on the gun, but that don't mean you really killin' shit Let my seat back, she pop her pussy, she ain't innocent How the f*ck you steal my beat? That boy sweet as some cinnamon And I step on shit, turn M into an M&M And I got the sauce when I walk in, they like, it's him again When "Blood Brovas" drop, they play my verses, then they skip your shit Get in your feelings, kid, I'm rappin' like you wish you did Nigga, I freestyle this shit, cause your ass called me out You know I could do this shit, it's easy, man, this shit no doubt M.D.B, keep rappin', gotta motor mouth Check my Insta out, I'm Made An Artist, you ain't give me clout I mean your Killa Cam, was cool nigga, I did it better though I know you in your Camaro bumpin', T-Money on your stereo Yeah, I mean that's all I got for you right now, nigga You aint really to much too much Nigga, you know wat I'm saying so I ain't gone give you to much But if you respond to this, I'm coming back harder, nigga So I wish you luck