You Failed the Vibe Check

[Intro: Emmanuel]
Miles, I never liked this nigga, bro
Ever since this nigga cheated me out of my muhfuckin' money and did my niggas dirty
I've been praying to God - every single God - for this nigga to get folded
And all this nigga does is lie and finesse people
And I'm tired of it

[Verse 1: Honey Whiskey Jr.]
Favoritism is a dangerous thing
Especially in the hands of a self-proclaimed king
I don't know what favors you think you're doing me
When you offer me spots but screw over another three, that would be
Three of my friends, day ones before I knew you
Every single one of them says your name, then "screw you"
Who you think you're really serving
When you celebrate yourself and tuck away the deserving?
Look, pics or it didn't happen
Look, pics cause we think you're capping
Look, pick a narrative you could air on display
'Cause it sounds fabricated, captain
"To the bees buzzing 'round my shit" you a bitch
Only two poems ever slipping out of those lips
Recycled shit, you owe an apology to JJ, full shade
Cause he taught you your current plays
End Dae

[Verse 2: Le Lune]
I'ma bless your left & right chest with a vibe check
Blek, blek, I deliver nine deaths
My depth too deep for your cat-eyed perception
You didn't fuck with me until others fucked with my presence
Don't come steppin' unless you wanna get stepped in
Boots through your glutes and where your fucking chest is
Me and my niggas like some rose gold thorns
Can't touch us, get stabbed without scorn, your bitch ass made of corn
Get chowed down and puked up so you know it's on
Connection gone, but I ain't asking WiFight
I'll fight, pull a knife, fuck around and bite like Mike
How you do niggas ideas, yeah I'm shining like
Full moon in effect, shining bright
I might evolve into another beast and take your life
You should've been a vest when that shootout happened
You should've stayed in jail with a busted back-end
You cold and blackened, but not like my back hand
Chop your ass up in half like I'm Bruce or Jack Chan
Might cop a MAC-10, you mad tin
While I'm gold plated, no light, you bold, faking
Lying, bold-facing, exploiting, while supporting a fucking rapist
Shit's crazy

[Interlude: Emmanuel & (Miles)]
Hold up, you were gonna [?] without me nigga?
Like I wasn't gonna get on this goddamn track?
Nigga, what the fuck you think this is nigga?
I'm off that shit!
(Yeah)
Talk to these niggas, bro

[Verse 3: Miles Canady]
Once upon a time, there was a nigga named Tre
You know, type of nigga to address himself when he pray
Did just anybody dirty, figured he’d get away
But this is what happens when karma comes into play
Told you I ain’t coming to your functions, now you here begging
I really should’ve got you jumped just right after you pressed me
Fake positive ass nigga, you a gold-green rose
I'ma see your fingers shaking when my first three rose
Big gun, reload got my arms burning - rows
And when you get hit, it splatters the first three rows
I heard your function got aired out, they should’ve hit you
These gun bars my consolation since I ain’t get to
I’m extending my set, I could do this all night long
Your girlfriend was God? I got you, i'ma reunite y’all
I bet you shook hearing this, you should know the deal
But I ain’t got to details, this ain’t over still
It’s a couple reasons why you should’ve died when they blicked
Number 1 - you cool with a rapist, ain’t that some shit?
Number 2 - you out here exploiting trauma for the clout
Such a hypocrite, I can tell what them poems is about
Number 3 - your non-profit use profit for shit that’s not work
I bet you went to Harry Hines and I’m praying you got burnt
You a control freak, punching air now that your plan’s gone
But it’s ironic, I know you like to get hands on
I was gonna hold my tongue, I don’t wanna be starting shit
But you an abuser, liar, and you a fucking narcissist
Hope you drowning sorrows at this point and you don’t plan on stopping
Finishing your sentence might as well have been a better option
Face the facts - the scene don’t need you
You an understudy, better pray that I don’t see you
You’re dead to us, don’t be sad that it happened
I’ll use the same roses on the mic on your casket
Nigga

[Outro: Emmanuel]
You already know what the fuck going on nigga!
Fuck Tre, Fuck the Speakeasy
We should've shot you, nigga
You already know what the fuck going on nigga
You a bitch!