Текст песни
Okay, I didn't wanna have to do this, but you left me no choice
So I'mma settle this the old fashioned way, a diss track
Let's go
You kicked us when we're down
We asked for help but because
You got Pretoria West to feed you created a recipe
To try and attempt to weed out the laborer's you did deem
Unworthy to succeed
In the dream you can't reach
It's not our fault you can't write; why did you hold us to the fire?
There was no food in our life, you said it was mom's crime
You think that I owe ya cause you paid half of my metric
Believe that in yo hearse I mean grave packed with the damned kids
You heaped up cause you kept your white bread
Separate, yeah you tend to lie ma'am
If it wasn't for you breaking the laws of HR
My mom'd be good lady you sort of taint all
Christians with your manipulation
Leaving 'em poor so you can save 'em
Your husband left you a fortune without it you'd be nothing
You blundered when you did force me to sound like you are something
You're claiming to be Christian but I can smell the demons
I'm praying that listen to this rap melting the mask
You're bluffing in ten years you'll be gone
So take your fake colored hair and then steer to the sun
Our hearts ain't scared to reach stars your cards ain't there to be part
Of this game so L.R. prepare for E.R.