J Mill with the track track 
you know ima go go go clap back 
thank you mr. lite for the feature
because you know I really really eally need yaaaaa 
You never got clicks before all of the songs
this boy talking like that he did it from his all
he just crying that divinity just sliding him
but it aint my fault you aint got no slight of hand
J mill was right it was a full house
with angels inside, went inside to hide it out
when the gang came in blicking everyone down
j mills was running like a coward to the dog pound 
he pressed that im talking bad about his voice
but I don't give a fuck this whole track was your choice
so get yo momma to give comfort like a good boy   
oh no you don't got one ill be yo dad give you joy
you can't shoot you shoot like a granny
I don't know whats up with him he tryin to get in panties
but after this diss you gonna have to go pay manny
cause you know that be the best bar you fanny
buddy moving like Dahmer violating those beats
can't believe it takes him two days to write up that sheet (shit)
he got them mental issues you can tell when he speaks
built like a fatass boy this mic you cannot eat
manny carried that whole diss with his one liner
why you gooning on the beat you jerkmate subscriber
the way you glazing on my name calling you a piper
your not a gangster more like a wannabe west-sider
I think the pop smoke line went over yo head
when he tried acting like the shit he turned out dead
im not trying to diss pop no disrespect 
im saying people wanted it to be u instead
cause unlike pop all the shit you do is garbage
popping this venom in you its gon be carnage
judging from the clicks I would say that I be charting
but you lil slow to understand so i wont start it
why lil dee raps like white boy nerd
this guy definitely has that anime figure quirk
is JMills dick up yo butt or what?
Is cherry blossom really not fucking enough?
if you don't think ill slide then say it on twitter
be the man of the house if you think you is a hitter
but when we walk yo ass down don't get bitter
yo girl might think that you is just a bitcher
you make yo girl dry I make yo girl wetter
only reason why is cause that im better 
ima get your girls candy to blossom
she screaming out omg lite your awesome
take out yo song take it like a good boy don't bark
I think you also mental I see all of your arcs
man is talking like a Hollywood star
but the only thing that's Hollywood is his bars
I remember when I came in you sucked my dick
cade wait oh my god was that Mr. lit
and you got on your knees n begged for a ft 
and I never reached out cause yo shit is just pee
u say I be dressing like a tennis player 
I get exercise n you sit on your big ass layers
how you talking that shit you lost to the biggest player
me and bakes cooked yo ass now u got many behaviors
gave you D.I.D. you going insane "wannabe no love" 
when i was the one of the founding fathers for that you is dumb
listen here lil tay yo rap just some buns
im just being real with ya watch out yo girl might be on some other chum 
j mills saying im a culture vulture 
when hes brothers with a gang member from the suburbs
oh word I don't really understand how that works 
if you gon say something at least go thru your own word like what

Awesome - Mr. Lite ft. JMILL$

[Intro]
lets wrap this up bitch
me and dee blood cousins
so what you saying mad disgusting
wasn't even there when your gang come in

Whole city hot but you're still not running on my block
tell you the truth, never seen you 
you send in the troop, cause you cant shoot.

whole city hot, whole city hot
make ya hoe bop to my brand new drop
oh he did not, think I would stop?
whole city shot, whole city bots

say I went inside to hide?
I was out hitting a lick at the time!
whole city hot, posted on the block
if you want beef post it on the blog

Naldi and murphy, Addy the Baddie
JC and Manny, lil dee and Charlie
of course they mention Keshi
everyone is ready
no one do it quite like me
come and hear my poetry

[Hook]
summer heat just really make, everyone get really mad
Everyone want a get-back, everyone wanna drop tracks
everyone wanna make rap, Mr lite think that he that
woah now, slow down, better slow your roll now

[Verse2] - Addy the baddie

Whole city want smoke? Bet—we loadin’ the clips,
Talk tough in the booth, get rocked on the strip.
We don’t squash no beef, we just season it raw,
Catch a rapper outta pocket, leave his name on the wall.

Ops chirpin' like birds 'til the talons hit,
Whole crew masked up, bringin' balance quick.
Ain’t no rules in this game, just bodies and chalk,
Y’all rap for the views—we talk how we walk.

We the wolves in the dark, y’all lambs for the feast,
Said it's diss track season? Then we feastin’ on beef.
No warnings, no shots in the air—we aim face,
Now your top dog ghost, couldn’t keep up the pace.

City in flames, and we lovin' the heat,
Every verse like a blade, every line cut deep.
Y’all begged for the smoke—now choke on that,
We don’t diss for the trend—we attack, then laugh.

[Hook]
summer heat just really make, everyone get really mad
Everyone want a get-back, everyone wanna drop tracks
everyone wanna make rap, mr lite think that he that
woah now, slow down, better slow your roll now

Naldi and murphy, addie the baddie
Jc and manny, lil dee and charlie
of course they mention keshi
everyone is ready
noone do it quite like me
come and hear my poetry

Whole City Hot  Ft.AddyTheBaddie

I aint waiting outside ima hold the door
Keep a shiesty and chain when we getting low 
Post traumatic insane when I'm all alone 
I ain’t begging for change since my feelings don’t 
You aint been at the range so you ducking smoke 
How tf is we beefing and ain’t even spoke 
Keep a scope on his head he ain’t even know 
I’m addicted to pain I can’t even cope 

It’s bigger than beef tonight 
I gotta baby she wants some things 
So I make sure she eating aight 
Keep them hop outs and them switches tight 
Even tho pd is light 
If you fucking with my money let’s make sure  we even right 
Fore we get to scheming right 

Just Spinning and moppin shit 
Come and sip on this 40 I’m poppin it
Give af what you said I ain’t tolerant 
Ain’t no industry checks cause some politics 
Brodie stay with the herb like a botanist 
On the 1st and 15th imma rob ya shit
In the mix with yo girl Neapolitan 
Ain’t a block in this city ain’t solid in  
Just count it all up on the table yea 
We gon have problems you pay what you owe
Cause you kno I ain’t giving no favors yea 
Twin grab some fent then he toss it in the Os
Cause you know we love mixing the labels yea 
kill anyone about baby yea 
Problems if losers don’t pay me yea 
You know that your block gonna hate me yea 
I pull up with shiesty 
With a top 5 and I mean that 
So I know you know you don’t like me 
You was flexing 
So I need that you was moving too high key 
You know you was high key
Now run ya lil shit bro before we get feisty

It’s bigger than beef tonight 
I gotta baby she wants some things 
So I make sure she eating aight 
Keep them hop outs and them switches tight 
Even tho pd is light 
If you fucking with my money let’s make sure  we even right 
Fore we get to scheming right

Bigger Than Beef

Lyrics: 
Wait a minute I’ve been beefing over petty things 
If I got a problem then ima have a day 
Shitting on you fools ima go ahead and get the pay 
You tell me than it’s rent free
 I’ll tell ya bitch to text me 

SIKE 
I don’t want no fucking dirty trash 
Check in with your roster 
Because you gotta teach the class 
Running out of chips 
Cuz you running out of numbers 
Here’s another single for you
It’s a hot girl summer 


Guess she needs some flowers and she needs a lil attention
Go ahead and be a good boy and get some enchanted 
You a shitty OG and you’ll never be a Treyvon 
Better pack ya bags and get the fuck up out of Jamestown

 
It’s okay brodie I know what it’s like to be evicted 
Sting me like a bee but I’ll never bee the victim 
Saying that I cheated, but you said that you was leaving town
You know ima king so ima go ahead and wear the crown 


You single lady and you moving like Beyoncé 
Put another bet in cuz you fucking up my parlay 
Shoutout to your father cuz he will tell me “Naldi Dala” 
Keep on spraying blocks, cuz I’ll tell you that I’m war ready 
Passed the blicky to the gang, cuz we aiming for the head
Always knew that Nina was gonna snitch to the feds 
Pablo you a bitch go ahead and tweet the fucking bait 
Looking at the time about go and lay with Airy 


Yea we sitting cool and we sitting comfy 
Shoutout to my man Eddie cuz he got the three piece. 
Shitting on you fools and writing in a Bentley 
How you in the city but only fuck the black piece 


Yes he blacking out cuz he’s a bitch 
Never thought the southside would go ahead and go and snitch 
first one was a warning shot 
Now ima bout take notch 
Goodluck in the war cuz you know I’ll never stop


Second Beat 

Who dat who dat its the saints again
who dat who dat chips the bait again
who dat who dat i thought we was friend
who dat who dat i cant be your friend 

Saints talk loud, but their heart ain't holy
Ridin' with a snake, now your whole set phony
Y’all trustin a flake that don’t know what’s real
Callin my phone so let’s make a deal 
Thought he had that motion but he was too scared to ask her out 
Freezing up like a iceman 
I thought K-D was your best man

Snaking brothers you ain’t snaking me 
You be flopping gangs like you KD
It was different this time was it different back then 
You baited the beef so we waking the demons 
Packing them up we put em in a spliff 
You camping the block so you won’t push the 5
Pack em up yea we pack em up 
Clock in cuz you need the HUT
Aye aye why you gotta do that 
Aye aye chip why did you do that 
Aye aye why did you go bait this beef 
Now you wanna be cool with me 
And I’ll tell you go ahead and suck my dick 

Who dat who dat its the saints again
who dat who dat chips the bait again
who dat who dat i thought we was friend
who dat who dat i cant be your friend 
Who dat who dat its the saints again
who dat who dat chips the bait again
who dat who dat i thought we was friend
who dat who dat i cant be your friend

Peace

Fake Mill (fuck j mil)
what the (fuck j mill)
Fuck you really tryin to feel?
Fake Mill (fuck j mill)
Fuck Mill (fuck j mill)
Why you tryin to get into my grill

You say im mad disgusting maybe check the beef
if you can't handle that then maybe stop n fucking leave
I know that you on yo period so go n flick that bean
this guy be bipolar you gotta lay off the weed

You say I don't shoot ill come do it myself
but knowing you, you be scared of me putting ass to belt
now tell me JMILL who the fuck you kiss and tell
you think this is over this match even ain't close to the bell

I was gonna be yo dad but now I wanna get the milk 
talking shit about me then gets worried how I spill
its called diss season for a reason dumbass J MILL
this guy been talking about me for 5 songs bro chill

We know you already lost cause yo is now irrelevant 
I just hope you grow and learn just for yo own betterment 
the fuck you calling yourself a thug with an embezzlement
your only prime days were back when you became a letterman

Fake Mill (fuck j mil)
what the (fuck j mill)
Fuck you really tryin to feel?
Fake Mill (fuck j mill)
Fuck Mill (fuck j mill)
Why you tryin to get into my grill

Fake Mill - Mr. Lite

goofy - Mr. Lite

t x l l  m x

Checking the Price (ft. Keshi & Gunner)

Beamer ft. Gunner

Run Away feat. Gunner

Prod. MarkMyWords

Lyrics:
i was gone a little but but now im back now,
i got this money and its flowing like a cash cow,
drop a hit just to let em know what im about,

i drop a hit just to let them know im crazy,
same bars same flow, shits lazy,
it takes time for a masterpiece,
i said it takes time for a masterpiece to form,

you conform to the norms of the game,
the game will make ya shit sound lame,
frame it up a picture,
like a masterpiece the mona lisa,

i just hopped the zip i need a visa,
for your shit to blow you need a feature,
to listen to your shit need anesthesia.
NO WERE NOT THE SAME.

they hear my name,
and it stays they mouths,
like a moth to a flame,
i need the pounds,

i need the GBP,
7 digits in the fee,
if you on my side then come ride wit me,
if you GOR then come ride for free,
simple, look

Where bakes at?
they been searching like its blues clues,
im on stage everyonce in a blue moon,
no british rapper can go fill up in my shoes,
scrap that,
no rapper could go do what i do on the stage with the mic,
maybe Lite?

been around too long that they namin me,
you got your beef keep shamin me,
for some shit I didnt do,
got a loose screw,
all up in your head,
who woulda knew,
if your shit blew,
with my name on it instead.

that shits dead,
like a Banksy peice,
that shits built to blow,
self destruct like your own flow,
come to me lil bro you know ill help you.

while im on my feet,
i move real discrete,
i dip out the ends,
i call that retreat,
and then you send the feat,
and then i hit delete,
your bars were obsolete,
i cant believe this shit,
its like a meet and greet,
opps filling up the streets,
i wont take defeat,
i wont move a bit,

what happens next when I dip?
wheres bakes?
left a note on the whip,
'I'll be back soon im on a trip. And Im living the Dream, and im rocking the drip. '

Mona Lisa

📍 𝗘𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗥𝗣 📍
bakes in this bitch

GOR Artist.

Mona Lisa

bakes

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