Getmoney Diss (Back to the Topic)

People ask me if I gained weight, fatten up my pockets

it's catastrophic, Bless the mic, it's battle logic

you have to stop it, Getmoney like "back to the topic"

oh, Down Syndrome came, well, actually forgot it

 

Address this math, nigga I perfected the craft

the flawless flow, why these RapPaders checkin my raps

who got a crew on his first day like it was his birthday

doctor group, I just cock and shoot, vicious wordplay

 

This whole site hates you, I'll tear you to ashes

a pterodactyl, you're trying to escape from the shackles

afraid of a battle cause you know yo ass'll get crushed

nobody wrecking the beat like Bless blastin it up

 

I heard you yesterday said that you was black, but in fact

you gon' be left blue after I'm abusing tracks

the future's back, complex style way ahead of yours

vicious similes, dope lyrics, and deep metaphors

 

You saw when everyone hated him, lockin his jaws

running his mouth, childhood trauma's a probable cause

he can't flow, it's terrible, and can't rhyme for shit

surprised with a mouth full of dick he got time to spit

 

Oh, so you a gangster, you out bangin them triggers

they call me Ku Klux Klan cause I'm hangin them niggas

yo ass freezes like cops attacking, beating

heart attacks, seizures, I'm a fuckin Black Jesus

 

I come from Queens, New York, but I rule like a king

my team is #blessed, yo, we got brutal regimes

I'm bright as fuck, guiding, boy ya better lighten up

I'll rap circles around his ass, it's already wide enough

 

All seeing eye, ocular exam, rockin the jams

you say that I'mma win by RapPad's popular demand?

I wouldn't give a damn if yo ass caught a bullet

hell, I'd be the lyrical assassin ready to pull it, Queens nigga