Hoes take my shirt off and demand embrace
If a broad slippin off Jilti….its followed by an elbow and a can of mace
We watched u split Split in half, left a hole in his chest
But u still cant say ya bars are dope when you struggled handling Meth
your nights are lonesome, cuddling a pillow by fire pit
Last time we ever saw J Feely….was when that nigga declared retirement
Jil is deemed a snake and ya crew, no one is fond of
them niggas around u are soo ass, im sure yall auditioned for Nikki’s Anaconda
Fuk the net, I throw hands fa real, it gets worse kid
wreck that chin and have you struggling with words like Mayweather reading verses
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