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To be honest, I ain't even wanna do this diss track, but the people really wanted it I'd really hate to go this hard on you But sometimes, we have jobs to do Uh Anger issues, hard times, it's running up my paystub Who's that girl named Laney? I remember when you chased her I make all this music harder than my boy J Dub Boy, I've always been the one knocking you down from the waist up What is smoke? All I see is this weird grey stuff What's the point of making music when you just waste stuff? This is only my fourth month and I know that I'm one of the greatest And I know that this diss-track is going to leave you quite fatal Good times, bad times, I won't lie, I love 'em both You're the guy who makes every single song with the same flow Unfortunately, I seem to be a little more known Yeah, I might be broke, but at least I'm in control I feel most modest when I claim that I'm a goat You're the one that never really learned how to compose I hate to say it, but all my songs are in vogue I hate to say it, but you've been acting like you're my clone Anger issues, hard times, it's running up my paystub Who's that girl named Laney? I remember when you chased her I make all this music harder than my boy J Dub Boy, I've always been the one knocking you down from the waist up From Letras Mania