The Diss (pt 3)

The bullshits getting old,
The ladies’ getting tired,
Doing shit up on our own,
Starting our own empires.
You sit back & get inspired,
Just take the time to listen,
‘Cause my job was never gon be
Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen,
I said sit BACK nigga, and listen,
‘Cause we tired of y’all slipping,
Then make it like we tripping
When we tell ya ass good riddance...
After while it just gets old,
Stagnant energy gets played out...
Women are growing, we’re getting bold,
Can match the words up out our mouths...
& no I’m not just writing to chase clout,
I’m tryna school you sorry niggas,
Univerally a problem,
It don’t matter the state you live in.
Understand that this is OLD now,
And Queens still have our own crowns,
Need to make a whole turn-around,
Not just fake it a while to cool shit down.
Cause then at that point you’re just duty bound,
To go on and bring back my Comfy Frown,
Painting my face as your gift...
When it’s not hard at all to make a woman smile,
When you’re not being a child
& generally foolish.
So this is my last Diss,
Cause it’s just not worth it,
Not enough for me time to list
How tired I am of it.
We’re checking for grown men
Secure, mature & confident,
Comfortable with his feminine &
Balanced in his Masculine.