Reign Reign Go Away - Dame D.O.L.L.A.

He say he the GOAT, I come for his body

Platinum 'cause he bought the copies

Should’ve just passed me the torch

I got no remorse, I beat him like Rocky

I fill the tank up with Diesel

You jealous of me and I see you

'Cause on this day, originals just can’t fuck with the sequel

I’m new school, got new hits

Space Jams, not Blue Chips

Hangman, yo' shoe’s shit

Dame 6, I’m too lit

Big name, got big bread, but you corny

Gift bags get purchased every time you get horny, then they repo’d

Loved you when you was in beast mode

Lowkey thought you was a cheat code

Know that you shoot for the cheap hoes

Shooting need work like your free throws

Know you see my pockets deep so

Your flexing ain’t really your thing bro

We both could be working at Kinko’s

And Kobe won you them rings though

Ole nursery rhyme spittin', small car sittin'

Ole Icy Hot poster boy, TNT snitchin'

You big man hatin', mad at my existence

Had a song with Bad Boy

Well I’m Jordan to the Pistons

Still getting to the chicken

This ain’t nothing new to me

I’ve always been the chosen one

Nothing you could do with me

This what Rich look like, before the dough and jewelry

I’m from where Tom Hanks from, but no tomfoolery

Do it for the fam, ain’t no Magic, no Kazaam

Ain’t no flexin' for the gram, I’m for real

I promise you don’t really wanna meddle/mettle with me, Steel

All yo' personalities, real characters could get revealed

We could’ve did a track together, just pass the torch

It’s lit without you brother, I was bussing off the porch

Call 9−11, ha, dusting off the Porsche

Look inside that statue at Staples and find a corpse

Confused at why you barked up the tree, 'cause I’ma do ya

Versace on my body, you finally gon' meet Medusa

Don’t know if I address you as Shaq, or Shaq-Fool-Ya

Old head can’t see me, he blinded, Slick Rick The Ruler

Pride all in the way and you know it, you big cocky

Heard my rhymes and quickly turned into a diss jockey

Nigga wanna play with the monster, you Big Papi

Was mad at Steph’s Unanimous trophy, you sick probably

It’d be wise to move on Aristotle 'cause this a gimme

All the money in the world, but traded you for Penny

Recorded with the legends of your time, I get with plenty

Never run from smoke, I’m the type to climb up the chimney

Was really feeling threatened, at least enough to diss me

Should’ve knew this was a shootout, I could never let you zip me

Said that max was little, that 250 million crispy

Can’t recall you getting that when I was cruising on the 10 speed

This a different era, you the past and you the past

Said yourself that I’m a Tesla, no longer need diesel gas

Kinda like the Cavs ain’t really need Diesel ass

And even in Miami, won that on the strength of Flash

You had a moment OG, you the pioneer

But I done reached the top at this point and the climb is clear

All my bars is colder than any climate that’s near

So if you looking for the stop to the reign you could find it here

Feel me!