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​Good Riddance

This song is by Drake.

(Verse: bishop brigante)
It's fucking losers like you, that make me do what I do
Make me hate where I'm from, you as fake as they come
Everybody got guns, who the fuck gonna squeeze
Everybody got sars, you ain't fucking with these
Why you wish to be ghetto, tell me what's it about
Why you trynna get in where I'm trynna get out
Why won't you just be yourself, why won't you tell us the truth
Like how you only load guns when you up in the booth
You ain't nothing to shoot, you don't even exist
You just a fantasy, family as weak as it gets
You ain't speakin' a bitch, 'cause I don't listen to chicks
I don't argue with broads, 'cause I'm really a pimp
But I will tell you this, as far as y'all are concerned
Pull out my santa clause, and make the holidays burn
You can call me the grinch, cause y'all are nothing but hoos
Just another bunch of phony acts with nothing to prove

(Verse: ken masters)
Ahaha yo
Now let the kids grill at the rider's ride (ride)
We spending all day, these niggas idolize (aha)
They claim they want fame nigga so we decided that we gon make 'em some stars until the drama dies
But they can go back to they holes where they mama lies
Or write more lies about they drugs, guns or homicides
Funny, claim the thug life that they abiding by
Run the corner then they turn into the silent type, wanna conpremise
My niggas we ride or die
And roll with the bitches that got they body right
These niggas ain't built ain't got the body type
Time to break a nigga's spirit like the amistad, trynna fool the audience (who run it)
Feel the ambience, stars in the presence, kings of the city are appalled by the peasants
Ain't gotta say names, we can all get a reference
Brains in the info from your broads in the west end
Masters, flowing staggers on bars
Nigga stay mad cause his swagger's on mars
Y'all niggas ain't thinking we callng y'all tards
Claim you want war, okay, on guard

(Verse: young tony)
Ayo, hey you mr. rapper guy (you)
When you in the booth, tell me why you have to lie (why)
Come on, spit the truth
All I hear is bang bang, hustle this, hustle that (lying)
But if you hustle crack, then where the money at?
No proof, dr seuss, story telling when he rhyme like
Once upon a time I was really on the grind
There's another lie, couldn't out-hustle me
Hating when it come to d, I can take you're starting 5
I'm only goin' at generic rap niggas that,
Rap about ki's but couldn't show me 10gs,
And these niggas dry snitching on they tees,
Standing out, like a sore thumb to the d's,
My niggas please, if you really had work,
You would do what you do and wouldn't put it on your shirt,
It makes my heart hurt when dumb niggas act hood,
You ain't no hustla, just a nigga that can rap good

(Verse: jonny roxx)
See there's a height requirement, nigga to mention my name (smarten up)
How the fuck you little niggas can't stay in your lane
Man you offered me a truce and I took it (aigh)
Now I hear this bullshit so how the fuck am I to overlook it
Look if this little nigga survive then it gotta be god
How the fuck are you a hustla with your factory job?
And I don't get it, nigga I'm a fucking diabetic
And I don't usually eat y'all sweet niggas
Evertime I see y'all retard niggas y'all bitch out
Waddup roxx ? now we cool ? then you dip out
Talkin' all that bang bang shit, pull a clip out
Sayin' you a blood, next week you prolly crip out
I'm saying, we don't believe y'all niggas (nah)
G-35, x5 nah niggas (yeah)
This here is a public announcement for my niggas (yeah)
No more goodnight, good morning, goodbye niggas

(Verse: jd era)
I don't appreciate niggas sayin' my name in they bullshit
It's like putting a knife against the lyrical full-clip
Do shit on my own, I never asked for help
If I was rapping like y'all I woulda killed myself
And naw this ain't beef, it's missing a few ingredients
Dog you ain't general, stick to being obedient

Piggy back, that ain't something I had to do
Laughing at drake ? you shoulda seen how I was laughing at you
I don't beef over little shit, angry ? a little bit
Little niggas get little recognition you little bitch
I don't do the little subliminals, I'm addressin' it
Littles wanna get in the middle then I'm suggesting it
They called you a bitch, were trynna act out
They challenge him to a fight and then they back out
So tell me how the fuck I can respect you cats
If you a gangsta, then what part of the game is that?

(Verse: drake)
Hey yo aristo I'm lost
Can you tell me what's going on in the streets
How it feel to count dough
While you palmin' the heat
And yes I asked for a 16
You did your 16
I heard that weak shit and only wanted the beats (it's true)

But fuck the money and the cars that I drive to set
And fuck the women that's lying to all the guys they met (fuck all of that)
And fuck the features on my songs
And the deals on the table
Or basically just fuck everything that you strive to get

And it's the room of resolution
I'm finishing it in here
If I copy budden's flow, you mimicing his career
And the same money we hearing you giving to charity
You need to be giving to littles to give him some clarity (what up littles)

'Cause that's your homeboy I think he's owed that much
Tell him pressing 25 don't mean you sold that much
And breana, I don't mean to alarm ya
But you need to get outside the car
To shoot this video in parma (tony!)

You act like you hood and hood niggas'll harm ya
And this is not hating my nigga we call it karma
But yo thuglife, show me where that hammer be
Yes I took a el on my own and they didn't damage me
You try to cover up your lies like a canopy
And try to pull 17 year olds down in bramalea (I know about it)

And we don't got it out for you
We just saying that don't nobody vouch for you
Nope, nobody thorough is willing to give a cosign (nobody)
And you don't even sell blow, you just blow time
You can't even get a factor grant
So stop rapping, go fix parts at a tractor plant (damn)

And listen here tetely t
You one of the seven dwarfs standing next to me
You probably snitching in court, then accept the plea
And I hear you paying these women and I sex for free (what up sweetheart)

But dog, how did this start
How we get to this part
We all got niggas doing bids mr. wishheart (what up cam)
It's not cool to use another nigga's as a threat tho'
I said you a bitch, I heard a seven man echo

You saying I hustle, my source for currency coke
They saying you never moving it and currently broke
And you risk doing crack time and hang around black crime
Just so you can have something to say in you rap lines

They say drake killed it like young girls at a private school (I did)
Dog if I were you, I tell you what I would do
I would cut ties with the cops and just make them fire you
Lose the body pack and the velcro you feed the wire through
Tell them not to call and that's even if they require you
'Cause they the only people recording that wanna hire you (it's true)
With what I spend in a weekend I could acquire you
Some of them believe you got money you little liar you

But, I don't admire you short niggas tell tall tales
Good riddance aristo I just retired you!