The Game is the latest rapper to join the 2024 Hip Hop Battle Royale. He also set his website on Rick Ross in the new diss song “Freeway’s Revenge”.
The Compton, Calif., rapper dropped the new diss on Friday (May 10), following days of inexplicably mocking Rose on Instagram.
“I’m a fat guy with skinny legs and drool all the time,” Guy wrote on his Instagram Story on Monday (May 7). “Quiet today, Wingstop has to be closed on Monday.”
In another post uploaded by Game on Thursday (May 9), he shared an AI image of Ross wearing a police uniform and running with a bucket of chicken. So the diss track seems to be a foregone conclusion.
In the song, Game mainly accuses Rose of being a liar. The song’s title references the lawsuit Rick Ross won against former Los Angeles drug lord “Freeway” Rick Ross, who unsuccessfully sued the rapper multiple times in 2010 and 2012 for using his name. , it’s unclear if Game has an actual song to feud with Rozay that’s worth all the vitriol, or if this is Game who saw an opportunity to jump on the rap battle bandwagon.
Read the lyrics to Game’s new Rick Ross diss song below.
The complete lyrics of the game “Freeway’s Revenge” Rick Ross Diss
introduce
All I ask is that you stay true to me
All I ask is that you stay true to me
All I ask is, oh oh oh
Section 1
Cut open his belly and stuff it with bricks
Put his body on the scale as if there was a fish in it
I can see the ab***h in him!
$20 million home renovation, just to slit wrists
Suicide, this is suicide, take apart the Maybach, I know the truth is inside
You ate 12 lemon pepper wings when you had a heart attack
Academics, get this n***a Ozempic Starter Pack
Kai Cenat, enter the room and turn on the live broadcast
Ask Bardem about his brief encounter with Kong
This ain’t Kendrick Beef, my drake song
Guns are ringing, neighbors better put on their rings
Glock swings out and the door opens like a rocker
Pac leans out and Makaveli wears the ring
Opps are out, they’re just like us
Hospital wheelchair, hair wrap, sling
It’s Punk’s revenge for the drama you’re trying to put on
Maybach luggage, what we eat wings on
My K-Dot, damn, I don’t need to turn on the beam
That’s it, sometime every month, let the damn thing bleed
Your baby mama told me you like to pee
You are the CO and this is the last time you open the key
We know you treat gunfights like peons
He knows some things that aren’t cool to him
My PO said “This is not the record we agreed on!”
Then cut it off like an ankle monitor to beep
My guys are going to learn French, just to give them some planning
In Cali, with calico, no need for Khalid to scream
We in the West
Free these guys, I have to free the West
I’m crazy, I don’t need a vest
I’m watching Scarface Clean Tech
Just shoot me, have you been to Cedar?
When the car is parked we conduct explosives and heater checks
Lights flicker, dogs bark, less sleep
Under the palm trees we found Chopper who will eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross knows every bird has to leave the nest
You stole your name and I extracted your documents (fact)
You watched BIG and stole his style (fact)
I smell bad, that smells bad (Fact)
You didn’t sell any birds, you towed the owls
chapter 2
Draco flicked, like a lighter on Carter Four
Bad boy, good city, I study the art of war
Run to that old house and lock all the doors
Stop talking nonsense, n***a, you’re not from Baltimore
I don’t want to hear about no fish tanks and marble floors
No spiral steps, no pool, no hors d’oeuvres, no Audemars Piguet
No car show, no pinky ring, no umbrella on the car door
Introduce me and my connection to the Colombian you were born with.
Is it fabricated? Are you saturated with lies?
What happened to the birds in the Maserati? They just disappeared out of thin air? (boss)
This is too exaggerated.
Fuck a Compton nigga and get you beheaded
Let DiCaprio, like you, turn on all the hats
“I just bought a 100-foot yacht and it’s stunning”
Congratulations, you have such a rich imagination
From CO to drug lord and now this n***a actin’Hatian
The stories these niggas tell
He would tell us that every time he was locked in a cell he had a key
He’ll tell us he just bought another crib and he’s doing great
But he wouldn’t tell us about his health. He was very ill.
He takes pills and they start torturing his brain
Stains on Balenciaga shorts
He’s not a mastermind, he’s Gotti, line by line
Lying in the Maybach, putting on makeup just to pass the time
He thought he was Big Mickey and freed Larry Hoover
A big beach in Miami, now watch how I control it
I don’t tiptoe, I know a lot of Zoeys
Semi truck stops, jumps out and lets the semi go
so let me know
I told the boy inside to drop the Chevy
Highway 305 is wet, but they’re snowing heavily
Compton Death I’ll let you reap what the devil sows
Walking past LIV with the same look in my eyes as when I was at Belly
It’s not the new Death Row, it’s the new old Harry O
The game is one of them, as Blue DaVinci, Mickey and Terry all know
So my advice is to let go
Oh, I almost forgot
F**k Bel-Air, it’s the west side, we got the Henny flowing
So when that muzzle is smoking, when that thing is hot
Even if the camera is out of focus, know that the beam is not there
Catching up with you, clean lens, looking down on you
The flash turns on like an iPhone taped to the ceiling with the screen locked
This female drug dealer of the night, is this how your team rocks?
All that money you say will bring you dastardly plots
But at the same time, I will make you a fake police officer
I know you’re doing your thing
But that’s where the wings stop
