Honest Abe Video (MV)

I used to look up to you, used to admire you
"My Last Words" was something inspiring
Then I discovered the mask you've been hiding in
Faking depression so people would like your shit
But people like me who are actually suffering
We see your actions and find them disgusting and
Now it's time for Bama to body you
F*ck Daxnos, and all those who follow you
Supporting a movement that clearly is fake
You hear him get rattled? That sizzley snake
Conjuring stories that people relate
Monetize pain, he's scamming again
False prophet, yeah he's goin' insane
He's makin' a profit off teasin' with names
Claimin' he's droppin' a diss but instead
He's baitin' the names that he knows will get clicks
Buff Barney lookin' ass, I've had it
Stackin' cash and actin' like that matters
Clappin' back after seein' my caption
Snatch your ass with raps I've mastered
Crypt drew blood, call it red and blue
Like the dreads in your head, bitch you bred this feud
Imma twist that shit 'till you red, then blue
Slap yo face so hard that my hands will bruise
Actin' like a hero, you the captain of lame
Poppin' pills on insta, cappin' for fame
Paint your face all purple, that's a royal disgrace
You know you f*cked up when you acknowledged my page
You know I used to be a fan, not anymore
All that fake shit is makin' me get so bored
Can't you see we can see through the lies
Can't you realize you should stop it in time
I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt
But with every record, you just fibbin' for clout
You probly understand what this diss is about
But you won't change shit, you got your dick in the clouds
A dick in the clouds, or addicted to clouds
I'm sick of this clown, he's so fickle and mild
You say you a poet? The shit is so wild
You'll never be Pac, you blasphemous child
I'll cut off your dreads with the blades of my saw
Pickle 'em, jar 'em, and sellin' 'em raw
You really screwed up if you think that you won
Out the wack ass rappers, your number is one
You really drop a track and don't expect a response
Fake ass Thanos get arrested by God
Pretend to be a cop, and then claim you'll be gone
You'll serve nine lifetimes 'fore I'm callin' this off
Your fabricate your stories to relate to the pain
Manipulate the victims that are facin' the strain
Wack ass bitch, you've been tainted by fame
Either that, or I guess you were born a snake
The bitch never cheated, if so, drop names
W.A.R. 2's not a diss, if it is, drop names
I ain't sayin' it's too late for you to change
But you need to fix your flaws, and be honest like Abe

Listen Dax, I used to be a fan of you, dawg
I don't understand why you think that
Faking a terminal illness and faking mental health issues
Is an okay thing to do, first off
Alright, I'm really f*cking pissed about that
You can still make up for your actions
As long as you own up to it
And be a f*cking man
Admit the fact that you were f*ckin' wrong
Then there wouldn't be all this drama
It's Nomrah
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