The Game - 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

This that sick rap, kick back Where b**hes love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack I can k** you in four bars that’s a Kit-Kat [?] is Frank Sinatra with a motherf**ing slick back Counting singles in my Shaqs n***a I was on the bus with it We had the rock, hit the block like what’s up with it Sigel would’ve loved it, Philly would’ve f**ed with it Game was on the block in his beanie with a mac A Compton n***a that could go bar for bar with Jada Blac Chyna head the bomb, Al-Qaeda Listen, you want beef I’ll cater Silver and black Ghost, n***a that’s Al Davis Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders 16 on your back like you f**ing Jeff [?] Kanye shrug b**h, walk ’em to the west Shout ’em out I just do it like a f**ing Nike rep Don’t get me f**ed up, you see the semi tucked up I’m ’bout to poke ’em like a cactus Told that b**h to roll to Philly for the game, and she talking about practice The Maybach is A.I All my door suicide, I’m in Vegas shoot the five Tell the dealer pay me don’t be shy he ain’t from do or die Used to flip them pies ain’t no relate to Patty Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sag baggies You can’t call yourself fopr if you ain’t never bag none Game raw as f** like poking holes in the Magnum Now I scare ’em once a year like I’m f**ing Halloween Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair I ain’t need no ski mask to do it If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I’m Ma**achusetts Sitting in this Maybach with music Party sent my jackets to it And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it Dre had the Chronic and I did was put the matches to it Traffic moving backwards through it Ever since I had the Buick Known for putting cheese Gun by the Yeezy’s, I’m the 6′ 5″ Eazy Lightskin n***as be mad and talking breezy I’mma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and corn row Kenny I got a b**h from Minne-Apolis pack a semi Bang the ratchet at Denny’s and fly herself back to Philly She got a couple mills and she don’t even know Meek See that sh** you got with Drake is like a slow leak Nicki won’t get no sleep, I’m coming through at 4 a.m It could happen lowkey You better have Ross call me or you gon’ be eye level with a roach feet This 1992 sh** ain’t no new sh** With guns big enough to sink a f**ing cruise ship f** around and be a news clip with them loose lips This the Golden State and my shooters ain’t on no hoop sh** And snitching on n***as ain’t never been no cool sh** So tell your lil’ vibrant thing come f** with Q-Tip And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coup with