Real Life / Coppin Pleas

Part 1: Real Life

[Verse: Angelo Nero]
Jace think he tough, he not like that in real life
Keep on telling fables, let’s go get the story right
I’m gon’ dump some info just to fucking get ‘em right
They say you adopted, is that lil story right?
You in Indiana, you ain’t know no one from Chicago
This shit a 1 on 1, stop mentioning all them boys you still follow
He think he on one, just cause he gon’ do some no auto
He think he made some, everything you do, bitch, he follow
Stay on topic, bitch
I ain’t ever touch no kids
Shit was a troll and Ray admitted
You standing on some baseless shit
Prove that age, lil bitch, she did
Prove my innocence, bitch, I did
Lil boy, you an image demon, you ain’t ever stand on shit
Talk about the situation, just don’t cap ‘bout it
Pillow talking, just to later go and cap ‘bout it
This shit really up in Chi Town, let’s see who 'bout it
Jace a lil fucking schizo boy, and I don’t doubt it
Yeah, dissing Suki, other day you wanted him back
Yeah, glazing Miylo in them DMs, I think you the fag
Yeah, don’t think I forgot how you pulled up right in them rags
Yeah, give a fuck if I can’t drive, I’ll call ya bitch a cab
Reconnected with Midnxght
Got nobody else by yo side
Found out you were begging for connections, that shit make me cry
Stand by this statement, all my life
Jace, you need to fucking die
Making up them lil statements cause you wanted out the life
Yeah, I ain’t ever touch no kids and you know that, yeah
The proof right in yo face bitch, you need to go back, yeah
There ain’t no more that I could say and you know that, yeah
How come they all gon’ take my side? Let me know that, yeah
He was capping ‘bout not knowing ‘bout what lifelessgarments did
Beefing with him, then a week later, you buying his lil shit
This little kid got some fake morals for the image
Mad as fuck, ‘cause we was clowning you for bumping Vicious
Made his life a scrimmage
Egotistical and narcissistic, how this shit is
You say you bipolar, right?
Go take yo motherfucking meds
That lil boy whipping a shit box
Had to drive you to the pad
I put up $80, you did half
Just gon’ brag about that cash
Keep on bragging ‘bout how you just had that 2.5 in cash
So, where was that lil shit at?
Tell me, where that shit was at?
Ain’t show you the stick right in the trunk, cause you would flex it for the ‘Gram
Yeah, that shit you put right on your song my Master Track, yeah
And fuck them screenshots that you showing, shit don’t track
Yeah, kept on backtracking, only thing you know how to do
If it’s war you want, then keep on posting ‘bout me, dude

Part 2: Coppin Pleas

[Verse 1: Angelo Nero & azirockout]
If it’s war that you want, then I’ll just call Azi now
Keep dissing all your prods that really fucking gave you your sound
Keep making new accounts to post up on your story right now (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: azirockout]
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