ENDS

[Papa Sleep]
Seen you round my ends like why you stepping in the xen?
Break your pen in the ground you try to make amends but I ain't your friend
You flexing a weapon outta your Benz
You testing my patience again
Face it you're not making sense
Out for the dollars and cents
You need a ghostwriter
You a no lifer
You got greed so you just a dickrider
You ain't a K9 you a shitshu
Stiff lines like the ones that you misuse

[FUKKSAILOR]
YOU CANT FLOW FOR SHIT
YOU A NOBODY
YOU A BITCH, I CAN TELL IT BY YOUR LOOK
I CAN READ ALL U FUCKERS LIKE A BOOK
I WILL LEAVE ALL U FUCKERS HELLA SHOOK (like that)

FUCKIN THIS BITCH WITH NO STICK
PUSSYBOY TRYNA HIT A LICK
POP 2 OXYS AND IM LIT

YOU GETTING SHIT ON
I DONT DO INTERNET BEEF
WE CAN THROW HANDS IN THE STREET
I BET YOUR MOM STILL HELPS YOU WITH THEM SHEETS
YOU PROBABLY CRY WHEN U GET STUNG BY A BEE

[Papa Sleep]
You have delusions of blowing up
All but illusions so grow the fuck up
Get your body dumped at the back of the truck
Tryna talk shit get your wig split
Sailor run a lick on your crib
You is a traitor to your own shit
You look like a hypocrite get your shit took you is irrelevant
You on some fuck shit like oedipus
Incest to the fast lane
You an insect to the rap game
Tryna just place the blame on every rapper so you get a claim to fame but I don't waste my fucking time on fakes (ay)
Pull out my heat cause they all want a taste
Roll out like roll up the rim we just come in first place while you still playing catch up trash your fucking track it's a wrap up

[FUKKSAILOR]
WHO DO U THINK YOU ARE?
RUN UP WITH THE AR
HEAVY BULLETS PENETRATE YOUR SCARS
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT UR GAY ASS FUCKING BARS
RUN UP WITH THE GLOCK IN MY HAND
PUSSYBOY WANNA THROW HANDS YEAH