You need to quit hating, unless you want to lose a battle.

Verse 1: Bereaved and Grieved, bank account on fail/ Bitch blow my dough on weaves and fake applicator nails/ It’s awkward the way she put a stop to my music hustles/ When She pulled the condom off with her coochie muscles/ A nigga never wins with this raging drama/ With seven kids by eight differen...

Shorter, more economical than your previous drop

Rhymes wack enough to cut the weeds on my lawn.

Verse 1: Face facts, I spit it straight no synonyms/ Telling y'all about dis racist Mexican cracker George Zimmerman You better find his ass guilty/ no acquittal/ You don't need no more evidence than to know ma man had Skittles/ Chorus: Don't smoke all the blunts, nigga, gotta save one/ Til it's jus...