(Drake Diss?)


Get my chain, get my chain
 This GOOD music
 You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties
 Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
 Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings
 I’m a javelin throw from the crowning of the king
 I hear ‘em whisper like a hummingbird sings
 Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
 Now the wolves out hunting for your bling
 As you preyin’ on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem
 It’s a common running theme
 Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone
 What you looked at Christ for?
 We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
 Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord
 Lets be honest, the cards on the table
 Jealousy’s a sin, Cain killed Abel
 Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus
 It’s hard to weed ‘em out
 Even Jesus had Judas
 Gone