Diss Song Lyrics - Tyga

I ain't tryna diss you 

I just wanna know the issue 

Yea 

I got shit on my mind 

First off, this song, missedly took it wrong 

Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem resolved 

Heard it was you out making out with my dawg 

Went to school together 

Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss 

Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along 

Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg 

You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars 

Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it's head off 

Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same 

Looked down the shit I saw now, I don't look at shit the same 

Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made? 

Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me? 

Same gravity hold you down, that's embarrassing 

Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations 

Told niggas we're related, even when I made it 

Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hated 

I know you think 'cause this fame I'm probably jaded 

Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter, tell er have it but lady 

For me, I don't care if that car lease, you in it you own it 

And that's all me, being smart don't mean cheap 

You could take a life sitting in the driver's seat 

Take your shades off, I'm like 

(Remember me?) 

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I ain't tryna diss you 

I just wanna know the issue 

If you know what you say then say who you are 

We ain't gotta take it this far 

So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song 

They just wanted this song, tell em play this song 

I ain't tryna diss you 

I just wanna know the issue 

Listen to this song 

Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory 

Judging my highlights when it's shots like Ory 

Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me 

Wanna call me fake cause you really can't relate to me 

Your remarks, playin league out of character 

Your social past couldn't make a dollar in America 

On your keyboard cause I blew up like a keloid 

Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy? 

I gave you niggas something to ride to 

Gave you niggas something to get fly to 

Gave you niggas something to die to 

Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through 

I advise you, do what yo life allow you to 

You're a fan nigga? It's cool, I was once too 

All that feedback, really don't need that 

You like it? Buy it, 

You don't? don't cop it 

Catid, it be great but my eyes lit 

Ignorance is bliss so I can't blame yo ignorance 

It's irrelevant, I'm relevant 

I'm big event so go ahead and vent 

I'm big event so go ahead and vent 

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I ain't tryna diss you 

I just wanna know the issue 

If you know what you say then say who you are 

We ain't gotta take it this far 

So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song 

They just wanted this song, tell em play this song 

I ain't tryna diss you 

I just wanna know the issue 

Listen to this song 

Listen to this song 

This song 

If you know what you say then say who you are 

We ain't gotta take it this far 

I ain't tryna diss you 

I ain't tryna diss you 

Tell em play this song 

I ain't tryna diss you 

Make a diss song 

Tell em play this song 

This song 

This song 

Birds ring, let the birds sing 

Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring 

This moment of clarity 

I do it for my auntie's nephew, never had a niece 

They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak 

Don't mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach 

Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats 

Tryna compete, T-Raww's 

Make this idea complete 

Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame? 

God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain 

It's rules to the shit, but just it ain't a game 

Give or take, niggas still gon violate 

Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin 

You tough? It's always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law 

Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact 

Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that? 

Blacks on the wall, wall, my stick on gap 

Backpack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that 

Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone 

These simple heartbeats, that's a real diss song 

Motherfucker