Whatever

[Intro]
Get God on the phone
Tell him I’m giving Jay some time to recuperate
Because apparently he doesn’t know me anymore
As for the others

[Verse]
Yo, enough with the fucking Budden references
It’s like Hell’s Kitchen in here with all the Chef disses
Don’t know why I bother parrying with lames
Some half-assed ninja and his bitch MarriedToTheGame
I’ll choke you both with a halo and stab you with the devil’s horn
Have forfeiting this shit like I did to Metaphors, never more
Eat a pussy, you
Thought 72 was too much: motherfuckers, do the math
You tried to kill Two Birds with One Stone and failed miserably
Three Kings but no aces, fifty two card pickup as an injury
Fifteen of twenty plus tracks belong to Team Toronto
I gave you both ten bars each, took you thirty two to swallow
Quality over quantity, not even sixteen shots in
If y’all were aiming to fail then you’ve already lost it
Don’t even try to respond, you’d be stupid to move
You’re the kind of kids to strap up and shoot up a school
Bitches

[Outro]
I’m not even trying anymore fam, farted this one out
Shout out to Zach