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Delete Your Weak Game
(Verse 1)
Yo, creep in the shadows, thinkin' you're slick,
Old as dirt, man, your vibe is sick,
Tryna flex on the youth, but you ain't real tough,
All these teens rising, don’t play that rough.
Balance on the edge, scared of men like you,
Tryna prey on the innocent, but we’re breakin' through,
You a dinosaur, lurkin' on the net,
I'm packin' heat, watch me make you regret.
(Chorus)
Hey, old man, better step back,
I’m callin' you out, and that’s a fact,
We got a voice, ain't scared of your trash,
Hittin’ delete, better make it fast.
(Verse 2)
Catchin' vibes from the streets, we hustlin’ hard,
While you lurkin’ in the dark, man, you playin’ your card,
Ain't no game for the young, you a shit-stained punk,
Every message you sent, just makin’ us trunk.
This here’s a diss, let me break it down,
You a coward, old man, wearin' a frown,
Think you can slide by, thinkin’ you cool?
You a joke in the game, man, you look like a fool.
(Chorus)
Hey, old man, better step back,
I’m callin' you out, and that’s a fact,
We got a voice, ain't scared of your trash,
Hittin’ delete, better make it fast.
(Bridge)
This is our turf, we’re the bosses of life,
You mess with the wrong ones, bringin’ all the strife,
Ain't no sympathy here for a washed-up fiend,
You think we’re backin’ down? Nah, we’re rollin’ mean.
(Verse 3)
We’re flexin' on you like we runnin’ the block,
Streets taught us hard, now we givin' a shock,
You try to creep, boy, you don’t understand,
This youth packs fire, like a thug in command.
Better vanish like dust, take your weak game away,
Your twisted little schemes, ain't gonna play,
So click that button, boy, we’re givin' you the cue,
We don’t need a predator, we’re breakin’ through.
(Chorus)
Hey, old man, better step back,
I’m callin' you out, and that’s a fact,
We got a voice, ain't scared of your trash,
Hittin’ delete, better make it fast.
(Outro)
You ain't nothin' but a ghost, just a shadow in the night,
You thought you had power, but you ain't ready to fight,
Back to the grave where your kind belong,
We’re standin' up strong, and we're singin' our song. a song to jeffery stone (ugly ass old hag)🤮