Drake — Good Riddance Aristo Diss

[Verse 1: Bishop Brigante] It's fuckin' losers like you that make me do what I do Make me hate where I'm from, you as fake as they come Everybody got guns, who the fuck gonna squeeze Everybody got songs, but you ain't fucking with these Why you wish to be ghetto, tell me what's it about While you're tryna get in we're all tryna get out Why don't you just be yourself, why don't you tell us the truth Like how you only load guns when you up in the booth You ain't nothin' to shoot, you don't even exist You're just a fantasy family as weak as it gets And you ain't speakin' to Bish, cause I don't listen to chicks I don't argue with broads, cause I'm really a pimp But I will tell you this, as far as y'all are concerned Pull out my Santa Claus, and make the holidays burn You can call me the Grinch, cause y'all are nothing but Who's Just another bunch of low life's with nothing to do [Verse 2: Ken Masters] Now let the kids play like the rider's ride We spendin' all day, these niggas idolize They claim they want fame nigga so we decided That we gon' make 'em some stars until the drama dies But they can go back to they holes where they mama lies Or write more lies about they drugs, guns or homicide Funny, claim the thug life that they abidin' by But run up on 'em, then they turn into the silent type, they wanna compromise My niggas, we ride or die And roll with them bitches that got they body right These niggas ain't built, ain't got the body type Time to break a nigga's spirit like the Amistad, tryna fool the audience Feel the ambience Stars in your presence, kings of the city are appalled by the peasants Ain't gotta say names, we can all get a reference Brains and the info from your broads in the west end Masters, flowing staggers on bars Nigga stay mad cause his swagger's on Mars Y'all niggas ain't thinking we calling y'all 'tards Claim you want war, okay, on guard [Verse 3: Young Tony] Ayo, hey you Mr. Rapper Guy When you in the booth, tell me why you have to lie Come on, spit the truth, all I hear is bang bang, hustle this, hustle that But if you hustle crack, then where the money at? No proof, Dr. Seuss, story tellin' when he rhyme, like Once upon a time I was really on the grind There's another lie, couldn't out-hustle me Hatin' when it come to D, I can take you're starting 5 I'm only goin' at generic rap niggas that Rap about ki's but couldn't show me 10 G's And these nigga' dry snitching on they tees Standing out, like a sore thumb to the D's My nigga please, if you really had work You would do what you do and wouldn't put it on your shirt It makes my heart hurt when dumb niggas act hood You ain't no hustla, just a nigga that can rap good [Verse 4: Jonny Roxx] See there's a height requirement, nigga to mention my name (smarten up) How the fuck you little niggas didn't stay in your lane Man you offered me a truce and I took it Now I hear this bullshit so how the fuck am I to overlook it? If this little nigga survive then it gotta be God How the fuck are you a hustla with your factory job ? And I don't get it, nigga I'm a fucking diabetic And I don't usually eat y'all sweet niggas Every time I see y'all retard niggas y'all bitch out Waddup Roxx? now we cool? then you dip out Talkin' all that bang bang shit, pull a clip out Sayin' you a blood, next week you prolly crip out I'm saying, we don't believe y'all niggas (nah) G-35, x5 nah niggas (yeah) This here is a public announcement for my niggas (yeah) No more goodnight, good mornin', goodbye niggas [Verse 5: JD Era] I don't appreciate niggas sayin' my name in they bullshit It's like putting a knife against the lyrical full-clip Do shit on my own, I never asked for help If I was rapping like y'all I woulda killed myself And nah, this ain't beef, it's missing a few ingredients Dog you ain't a general, stick to being obedient Piggy back, that ain't something I had to do Laughing at Drake? you should'a seen how I was laughing at you I don't beef over little shit, angry? A little bit Little niggas get little recognition you little bitch I don't do the little subliminals, I'm addressin' it And if Littles wanna get in the middle then I'm suggesting it They called you a bitch, were tryna act out They challenge 'em to a fight and then they back out So tell me how the fuck I can respect you cats If you a gangsta, then what part of the game is that? [Verse 6: Drake] Hey yo Aristo, I'm lost, can you tell me whats goin' on in the streets? How it feel to count dough while you palmin' the heat? And yes I asked for a 16, you did your 16 I heard that weak shit and only wanted the beat (it's true) But fuck the money and the cars that I drive to set And fuck the women that's lying to all the guys they met And fuck the features on my songs and the deals on the table Or basically it's fuck everything that you strive to get And it's the room of resolution, I'm finishing it in here If I copy Budden's flow, you mimickin' his career And the same money we hearin' you giving to charity You need to be giving to Littles to give him some clarity (what up Littles) 'Cause that's your homeboy I think he's owed that much Tell him pressing 25 don't mean you sold that much And Breana, I don't mean to alarm ya But you need to get outside the car to shoot this video in Parma (Tony!) You act like you hood and hood niggas'll harm ya And this is not hatin' my nigga we call it karma But yo Thug Life, show me where the hammer be Yes I took an L on my own and they didn't damage me You try to cover up your lies like a canopy And tryna pull 17 year olds down in Bramalea (I know about it) And we don't got it out for you We just saying that don't nobody vouch for you Nope, nobody thorough is willing to give a cosign (nobody) And you don't even sell blow, you just blow time You can't even get a factor grant So stop rapping, go fix parts at a tractor plant (damn) And listen here, Tetley Tea You one of the seven dwarfs standing next to me You probably snitchin' in court, then accept the plea And I hear you paying these women and I sex for free (what up sweetheart) But dog, how did this start, how we get to this part? We all got niggas doing bids "Mr. Wishheart" (what up Cam) It's not cool to use another nigga's as a threat tho' I said you a bitch, I heard a seven man echo You saying I hustle, my source for currency coke They saying you never moving it and currently broke And you risk doing crack time and hang around black crime Just so you can have something to say in you rap lines They say Drake killed it like young girls at a private school (I did) Dog if I were you, I tell you what I would do I would cut ties with the cops and just make them fire you Lose the body pack and the velcro you feed the wire through Tell them not to call and that's even if they require you 'Cause they the only people recording that wanna hire you (it's true) With what I spend in a weekend I could acquire you Some of them believe you got money you little liar you But, I don't admire you, short niggas tell tall tales Good riddance Aristo I just retired you!