RIP NBA 2 - nerrymoney

Name like a dick so you know you getting fucked Like Tupac I'ma have to go and hit him up On the internet you acting real tough Had enough of the shit I'm calling yo bluff On the gram tryna flex up with a gun Put the shit down you ain't finna pop none Went from three beats for fun Right back to the one Finney you my bitch you my son Run Sick of Kevin Finney yeah I know Have yet to meet a worthy rival Best in the west is my title I put that shit on Michael Fucking SoundCloud rapper Fucking closet rapper Fucking think you could beat me you must have it backwards How's it feel to get dissed on every platform I get paid to kill this failed drug dealer actor Everybody knows I already pissed on your grave I'm a resurrect you kill you again and get paid Still with the talking even though you got flamed Little crybaby bitch don't speak on my name You keep on telling me I'm gonna get jumped Like I ain't got my own friends I could call up Run up on you while you chilling in the cut Stomp you out and give you an ugly ass girl my nut You deleted your account of over thirty plus tracks Over my six minutes yeah yeah your shits wack Finney the fake trying so hard to be black I'm putting great value G-Eazy in the body bag Dissed again dissed again Shaft with a hit again Honestly dawg get the fuck out of Michigan Imma have to beat you with some of this discipline Fuck arent you getting you better start listenin Nobody fucks with you in the whole mitten This includes Jackson Detroit and Muskegon And Newaygo County in the motherfucking building Grand Rapids Lansing how the hell ya feeling Any fanbase you think you got I'm stealing The end of Kevin Finney yeah that's what I'm preaching But wait though the fuck wrong with your chin Finney got herpes he is contracting Ask your girlfriend about the nudes she was sending to Mac Heard that shit is nasty and that is a fact Why are you bitching about all of my tracks Freestyles or writtens all your shit is trash I could beat you anywhere any day What you say Mothafucka I ain't ever been afraid You really bout to make me pull rank But hit me up when your wack ass freestyle hits 16k Obsessed with me Constantly texting me Since day one bitch it's been rest in peace You think you better than me Pull up we'll see Don't worry bitch I'll kill you for free My one song got more views and all yours combined More than you'll ever see in a lifetime No more disses on you these my last rhymes Nail in the coffin I'm hitting my prime You could die tomorrow nobody would care Local king of this shit no way to compare Honestly finney we will never be square But I can see how you think this is unfair But wait don't slit your wrists I'll Grant you two of the things that you wish I'll write you a diss And I'll give you a lift To the studio maybe you'll choke or maybe you'll blow Or maybe you'll see me and you'll beat my ass Maybe you'll rob me for all my cash Maybe they'll find me in a bloodbath Maybe you'll be the one to get the last laugh Nah see I'm playing you stuck in the past You hitting me up and you getting all mad A five minute diss track with only two jabs Come on finney you even knew that was trash I'm three and O no way to beat me Victory lap while I'm Rock in this threepeat Grow up you are just attention-seeking To stay relevant you know you need me Just take the L admit that you lost dude Blood can be spilled if that's what it comes to Never could you ever fill in my shoes Go ahead name one person I lost to Raising your voice like you finna do something With all that shit talking man you can't just do nothing I get messages from your sister your ex and your cousin That you just stay bluffin You don't want this so just shut your mouth Looking stupid out here chasing clout You just an opp that can get sorted out If I wanted to pay a certain amount But nah I'd rather throw hands like a man But you a little stan that would never understand See I got a plan while you stay a sham You just a fan promoting my brand Calling me the bitch but you the puto pendejo Your girlfriend a real hoe Like don't talk to me I got people hitting me up and they asking me where is the line in this beef jeez I do not want to see you in the streets Goat in the making you can't fuck with me All of your homies they a bitch a piece I mentioned you all now you pay the fee Dawg you were lucky I was this nice More white chalk lines coming right through the mic Damn Jesus Christ What a fucking sight A bark actually equivalent to a bite You are my bitch your my example Of how I can lyrically strangle Anyone who wants to gamble Trying to take me off of the mantle I'm such a handful But here is something that I know you'll need 1-800-273-8255 There you go finney it's the suicide prevention life line