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Good Riddance



It`s Fucking Losers Like You, That Make Me Do What I Do

Make Me Hate Where I`m From, You As Fake As They Come

Everybody Got Guns, Who The Fuck Gonna Squeeze

Everybody Got Sars, You Ain`t Fucking With These

Why You Wish To Be Ghetto, Tell Me What`s It About

Why You Trynna Get In Where I`m Trynna Get Out

Why Won`t You Just Be Yourself, Why Won`t You Tell Us The Truth

Like How You Only Load Guns When You Up In The Booth

You Ain`t Nothing To Shoot, You Don`t Even Exist

You Just A Fantasy, Family As Weak As It Gets

You Ain`t Speakin A Bitch, Cause I Don`t Listen To Chicks

I Don`t Argue With Broads, Cause I`m Really A Pimp

But I Will Tell You This, As Far As Y`all Are Concerned

Pull Out My Santa Clause, And Make The Holidays Burn

You Can Call Me The Grinch, Cause Y`all Are Nothing But Hoos

Just Another Bunch Of Phony Acts With Nothing To Prove


[Verse: Ken Masters]

Ahaha Yo

Now Let The Kids Grill At The Rider`s Ride (Ride)

We Spending All Day, These Niggas Idolize (Aha)

They Claim They Want Fame Nigga So We Decided That We Gon Make `em Some Stars Until The Drama Dies

But They Can Go Back To They Holes Where They Mama Lies

Or Write More Lies About They Drugs, Guns Or Homicides

Funny, Claim The Thug Life That They Abiding By

Run The Corner Then They Turn Into The Silent Type, Wanna Conpremise

My Niggas We Ride Or Die

And Roll With The Bitches That Got They Body Right

These Niggas Ain`t Built Ain`t Got The Body Type

Time To Break A Nigga`s Spirit Like The Amistad, Trynna Fool The Audience (Who Run It)

Feel The Ambience, Stars In The Presence, Kings Of The City Are Appalled By The Peasants

Ain`t Gotta Say Names, We Can All Get A Reference

Brains In The Info From Your Broads In The West End

Masters, Flowing Staggers On Bars

Nigga Stay Mad Cause His Swagger`s On Mars

Y`all Niggas Ain`t Thinking We Callng Y`all Tards

Claim You Want War, Okay, On Guard


[Verse: Young Tony]

Ayo, Hey You Mr. Rapper Guy (You)

When You In The Booth, Tell Me Why You Have To Lie (Why)

Come On, Spit The Truth

All I Hear Is Bang Bang, Hustle This, Hustle That (Lying)

But If You Hustle Crack, Then Where The Money At ?

No Proof, Dr Seuss, Story Telling When He Rhyme Like

Once Upon A Time I Was Really On The Grind

There`s Another Lie, Couldn`t Out-Hustle Me

Hating When It Come To D, I Can Take You`re Starting 5

I`m Only Goin At Generic Rap Niggas That,

Rap About Ki`s But Couldn`t Show Me 10gs,

And These Niggas Dry Snitching On They Tees,

Standing Out, Like A Sore Thumb To The D`s,

My Niggas Please, If You Really Had Work,

You Would Do What You Do And Wouldn`t Put It On Your Shirt,

It Makes My Heart Hurt When Dumb Niggas Act Hood,

You Ain`t No Hustla, Just A Nigga That Can Rap Good


[Verse: Jonny Roxx]

See There`s A Height Requirement, Nigga To Mention My Name (Smarten Up)

How The Fuck You Little Niggas Can`t Stay In Your Lane

Man You Offered Me A Truce And I Took It (Aigh)

Now I Hear This Bullshit So How The Fuck Am I To Overlook It

Look If This Little Nigga Survive Then It Gotta Be God

How The Fuck Are You A Hustla With Your Factory Job ?

And I Dont Get It, Nigga Im A Fucking Diabetic

And I Don`t Usually Eat Y`all Sweet Niggas

Evertime I See Y`all Retard Niggas Y`all Bitch Out

Waddup Roxx ? Now We Cool ? Then You Dip Out

Talkin All That Bang Bang Shit, Pull A Clip Out

Sayin` You A Blood, Next Week You Prolly Crip Out

I`m Saying, We Don`t Believe Y`all Niggas (Nah)

G-35, X5 Nah Niggas (Yeah)

This Here Is A Public Announcement For My Niggas (Yeah)

No More Goodnight, Good Morning, Goodbye Niggas


[Verse: Jd Era]

I Don`t Appreciate Niggas Sayin` My Name In They Bullshit

It`s Like Putting A Knife Against The Lyrical Full-Clip

Do Shit On My Own, I Never Asked For Help

If I Was Rapping Like Y`all I Woulda Killed Myself

And Naw This Ain`t Beef, It`s Missing A Few Ingredients

Dog You Ain`t General, Stick To Being Obedient

Piggy Back, That Ain`t Something I Had To Do

Laughing At Drake ? You Shoulda Seen How I Was Laughing At You

I Don`t Beef Over Little Shit, Angry ? A Little Bit

Little Niggas Get Little Recognition You Little Bitch

I Don`t Do The Little Subliminals, I`m Addressin` It

Littles Wanna Get In The Middle Then I`m Suggesting It

They Called You A Bitch, Were Trynna Act Out

They Challenge Him To A Fight And Then They Back Out

So Tell Me How The Fuck I Can Respect You Cats

If You A Gangsta, Then What Part Of The Game Is That ?


[Verse: Drake]

Hey Yo Aristo I`m Lost

Can You Tell Me Whats Going On In The Streets

How It Feel To Count Dough

While You Palmin` The Heat

And Yes I Asked For A 16

You Did Your 16

I Heard That Weak Shit And Only Wanted The Beats (It`s True)


But Fuck The Money And The Cars That I Drive To Set

And Fuck The Women Thats Lying To All The Guys They Met (Fuck All Of That)

And Fuck The Features On My Songs

And The Deals On The Table

Or Basically Just Fuck Everything That You Strive To Get


And It`s The Room Of Resolution

I`m Finishing It In Here

If I Copy Budden`s Flow, You Mimicing His Career

And The Same Money We Hearing You Giving To Charity

You Need To Be Giving To Littles To Give Him Some Clarity (What Up Littles)


Cuz Thats Your Homeboy I Think He`s Owed That Much

Tell Him Pressing 25 Don`t Mean You Sold That Much

And Breana, I Don`t Mean To Alarm Ya

But You Need To Get Outside The Car

To Shoot This Video In Parma (Tony!)


You Act Like You Hood And Hood Niggas`ll Harm Ya

And This Is Not Hating My Nigga We Call It Karma

But Yo Thuglife, Show Me Where That Hammer Be

Yes I Took A El On My Own And They Didn`t Damage Me

You Try To Cover Up Your Lies Like A Canopy

And Try To Pull 17 Year Olds Down In Bramalea (I Know About It)


And We Don`t Got It Out For You

We Just Saying That Don`t Nobody Vouch For You

Nope, Nobody Thorough Is Willing To Give A Cosign (Nobody)

And You Don`t Even Sell Blow, You Just Blow Time

You Can`t Even Get A Factor Grant

So Stop Rapping, Go Fix Parts At A Tractor Plant (Damn)


And Listen Here Tetely T

You One Of The Seven Dwarfs Standing Next To Me

You Probably Snitching In Court, Then Accept The Plea

And I Hear You Paying These Women And I Sex For Free (What Up Sweetheart)


But Dog, How Did This Start

How We Get To This Part

We All Got Niggas Doing Bids Mr. Wishheart (What Up Cam)

It`s Not Cool To Use Another Nigga`s As A Threat Tho`

I Said You A Bitch, I Heard A Seven Man Echo


You Saying I Hustle, My Source For Currency Coke

They Saying You Never Moving It And Currently Broke

And You Risk Doing Crack Time And Hang Around Black Crime

Just So You Can Have Something To Say In You Rap Lines


They Say Drake Killed It Like Young Girls At A Private School (I Did)

Dog If I Were You, I Tell You What I Would Do

I Would Cut Ties With The Cops And Just Make Them Fire You

Lose The Body Pack And The Velcro You Feed The Wire Through

Tell Them Not To Call And That`s Even If They Require You

Cuz They The Only People Recording That Wanna Hire You (It`s True)

With What I Spend In A Weekend I Could Aquire You

Some Of Them Believe You Got Money You Little Liar You


But, I Don`t Admire You Short Niggas Tell Tall Tales

Good Riddance Aristo I Just Retired You!





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