My Brother Disses Me And I Diss Him Back In The Same Song

Hold up, wait a minute

Something ain't right

Run it up, you got racks, I got a block

Suck it up, you're sounds trash, boy, hit some rocks

Hop onFL, bet you made that program crash

Say you're fire, but you're generational trash

You tried to diss, but bro, I didn't even listen

You don't wanna try me, bro, you suck, your music's pissing

Wait, you tried to count to three hundred

And you still failed in three minutes?

Bet you'll never make it out the trenches when you're sickenin'

Yeah, I am really, really good

Yeah, I am really, really good

Yeah, I am really, really good

I am super good, yeah

You can't say anything

Because you know that I'm good at music

Because that's what I do

And I make really bad songs on purpose, yeah

They're made to be bad on purpose because they're good, yeah

That's how you make good songs, ayy, yeah

That's a really good idea to make bad

Songs on purpose so everyone likes them

If someone says they're bad, then it's still a win

If someone says they're good, then it's

A compliment, which means a win, yeah

I walked down my sidewalk last year

And then I saw a dime on the ground and I picked it up

And then I put it in my pocket

And then I was walking all the way home

And when I got home, it wasn't in my pocket anymore, yeah

And then that made me really sad and I started to cry

But then I found a quarter on the ground next to me

And then I picked it up, but my dog ate it

My dog ate the coin, yeah

After my dog ate the coin, he threw it back up

And then we had to clean it up

But we didn't know the quarter was inside, yeah

And then we threw it in the garbage

And now I have no more money

And that's what happens when you pick

Up a dime that you find on the sidewalk

Yeah, ayy