[Verse]
Look, I need to come out of retirement
I thought Iwas done but, not writing makes me tired, man
Got caught up, drove me crazy, I became adamant
Bigger than expected, Queezy's no longer just an adjective
Needed to focus on really who's the battle up against
Not my girl, nor my pops, thoughts making some repentance
Think back if I was better, give me some time to reminisce
I guess killing the Dawg wasn't a good enough renaissance
Real G, the track was my real conductor
My girl told me about her ex who only wanted to fuck her
The month of July causes me way too much hurt
Look at it from a different Angle, no, not Kurt
SmackDown from deep inside with my words
Another ex wants to fight, not really that absurd
It seems only when we happy, that they runnin' back
This to hers and mine, "Queezy's Verbal Attack"
Don't play with me, 'less you wanna get smacked
I talk street and ghetto but, I'm not fucking black
Dissed me but, his bars were fucking whack
His shit sucks, like how he was with my sack
Don't diss Queezy, common sense, something else you lack
I'm never done writing, bitch, I love to rap
Give shit to me 'fore I smoke a whole fucking pack
Lil bro a snitch, 7 years, already a rat
Ran from me in the alley, you scared just like a pussycat
[Outro]
My verbal attack on them fools
No motherfucker can take my shit
Peace
Hoe