Ghetto Divorce

Queen Pen

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    Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?
    Yup, check it

    [Verse 1]
    For too many years, I had yo back
    And for too many years, you gave me slack
    Tell me, what did you think
    That I was a idiot?
    Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit
    I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs
    In exchange for the kids, and my happiness
    Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
    And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_
    I left enough food to last until the weekends
    And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends
    Since thats, who you cherish, more then me
    The one who carried every last one of your seeds
    The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three
    The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki
    Me and you kid, we was meant to be
    Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen

    (Chorus: Repeat 2x, Miss Jones)
    I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
    You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
    Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
    You'll never find a woman that looked out like me

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    [Verse 2]
    For, many years concentrated on you
    Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew
    Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly
    I'd rather be in the projects
    Then stress and luxeries
    So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice
    That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night
    That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright
    So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights
    Never understood it was always about the respect
    Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck
    Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip
    It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard

    (Chorus: Repeat 2x)
    I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
    You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
    Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
    You'll never find a woman who looked out like me
    I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
    You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
    Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology
    You'll never find a woman who looked out like me

    [Verse 3]
    True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug
    But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love
    But now, I don't know who the fuck you are
    I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard
    When all I had was you, and you had me
    Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets
    I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty
    I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets
    But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me
    You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen
    Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks
    Never, another chick will love you without yo chips
    Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six
    You gon miss me when I'm gone
    P.S. it was real kid

    Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down
    how you feel about this

    [Chorus until fade]

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