this goes out to all them fools who think they run shit

he was
bleedin' from the waste down
thought he was king of the state town
but had a fake crown, makin' him look like a lame clown
he never gained clout
shot by us, the gang, we just came out of the late lounge
we all had more beef with him than outback steakhouse
he didn't feel the hurt until he landed face-first
and saw the splattered bloodstains on his bape shirt
he had no worth, and no place on earth
i guess nobody really wanted him cuz he's been rotten since birth
spoiled like a bad fruit, and meant to get used
he tried to make his own way, but i'm like "fuck it, you ain't excused"
he rolls with inferior crews, and that's why he loses
so with the exteriors of our shoes, we gave him fifty bruises