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This is for all you fake-ass rappers rapping about fake-ass rappers.
And before you all start fussing about the truth I'm writing about you, and call me a phony fool too,
I remind you your just a tool, and I'm writing poetry with you

What you think your credit card is for chopping
I use that shit for shopping
buy real cheese, real bread, because in the long run, we're all dead
You think your gravestone is gonna read "baller, had street cred"
It'd be a bare faced lie if I insisted
I give it to you straight and never twisted
planting roses over it, my shit's febreeze misted
hold your nose when you dip your toes in it
hold your pose, it still shows, you're not legitimate
and once you get it you go,
cuz you don't let just any hoe know your business, bullshit,
your a coward though, no clue how to stick with it
I gotta ask you, is that your asshole or your mouth?
You started at the bottom now you're going south
Don't talk down from down there, like I don't know shit about it
tell me your gangster story, how's it different from mine?
Your MTV's bitch, your fans are tweens, white and rich,
Cuz all you rap about's crime, your precious chains, your nine
While you sit in your pimped ride paid for by the shit you shine
and the shit you sign