I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me
When the nikka 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!)
For him to possibly think that he is hot as me
is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery
Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me
with everything ass like side of me has gotta be drugs
Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about?
nikka you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout
But real talk, I can't front on your old shyt
Now you just old as shyt! Not old and sick
'Stead of holdin my dikk, here's a better way (dawg)
Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid
... shyt's so unfair
nikka beats carried your ass most of your career
Wanna blog, here's a reason - I fukkS "Murda Music"
Anybody ever dissed this nikka is still breathin
Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him
2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him
50 signs the bum only cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a nikka and still nobody feels him
Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber
Washed up 90's nikka, now a gangsta blogger
Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow
Your sound's old, not even worth a download
I would have nikkaz hunt you like a hound's nose
Problem is you p*ssy, the whole town knows.
Joey wrecked that guy