I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger
Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.
Before the shouts and screams came, assault happening to her mother
You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer
It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice
Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss
Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches
Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,
The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her
I like my girls smart, skinny
The diss went from witty
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