Wheres Waldo?
[Verse 1]
I never caught a body, that's all this nigga ever say
Call me John Gotti, I'm sendin' hits every day
King of the city and nigga you's a featherweight
Internet thuggin', you sweeter than a carrot cake
Ask E Mozzy how that shitbag feel
I bet he stankin' up the house when that shitbag spill
Speakin' on me but that boy got a shitbag still
My young niggas blam-blammin' with that big black steel
Mozzy you a killa, but only in your videos
Talkin' all that bladadah, soundin' hella silly though
I'm just being honest, that's what got the last nigga smoked
You try to tell the truth and look what happened to that nigga Zoe
Niggas really fakin' it, don't believe the hype man
You wouldn't come outside so the mob killed your hype man
Broad daylight, ain't no waitin' 'til tonight man
You was in the house sleep, Xannys on the nightstand
Lyin' to your fans nigga, like you got the city locked
I'm in prison for nothin' cause they know who got the city hot
Niggas in your section know we bouncin' out on any spot
Early mornin' chasin' niggas down with that mini chop, nigga
[Verse 2]
Drill Team, Killa City, shots out to KC
Nigga this the 30s, choppas blowin' like a AC
Your brody got knocked down and he had an A-P
Let's keep it real Mozzy, tell them people why you hate me
It's time to set the record straight, please pay attention
Niggas never heard of you until I went to prison
They smoked him right in front of you, you's an eyewitness
And in that newspaper interview, you was dry snitchin'
You don't be in Sac, you be hidin' in The Bay
You let Banner drive your car, niggas shot him in the face
And that bitch got smoked cause that hoe was in the way
It's deeper than some rap beef, we on you cause you fake
Even though you lyin' in your songs you can rap good
You can be the next Denzel, you can act good
The little homies catch you, they gonna smoke you like a backwood
Even your fans be sayin' shit that a rat would, nigga