Meek Mill - Wanna Know (Drake Diss) lyrics

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Meek Mill - Wanna Know (Drake Diss) lyrics

I just wanna know how n***as going to jail Telling on n***as, coming back home and it still being cool I just wanna know how a n***a on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a n***a ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in n***as still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man This sh** getting different out here it's getting spooky Now when that sh** went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that tell me? You a p**y and a fan Say the wrong sh** you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six sh** Tell us who the f** was Quentin running through the six with? (Running through the six with my woes Counting money you know how it goes All the real live forever baby And the fake get exposed) n***as writing for you cause you know you never did sh** When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish We the type of n***as to tie your mother up f** your sister in the a** and hit your brother up, p**y You really sweet, I call you bu*tercup You f**ing dork you changed the style because you studied us Coming with the same flow Switching up your lingo We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another n***as sh**, but you claim you king though? I just wanna know, I just wanna know How these n***as acting like they true but really faking People acting like it go I just wanna know, I just wanna know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli Vanilli that n***a) Money make a fake a** n***a look real again Money make a s**er that told look trill again Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma show you b**h a** n***as we're real again Heard that other n***a talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, n***a you ain't get your chick back yet And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check You went from Clear Port to buddy pa** you miss that jet, hold up I got to take them off of here, that's right I got to take them off of here, there's only one And that's me, you understand? 'Fore all that fighting, you understand? s**a thinks he good s**a thinks he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me and I Hey boy, the n***a whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me you understand Let me get mines first Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do You know you f**ed up right? You shoulda just said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is platinum that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip n***as frauds I told the truth, don't ask me sh** All this industry fake enemy and rap sh** It's never really my style we got cash to get I really started from nothing now it's back to sh** Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that b**h Hold up, let that b**h breathe Yeah this is called poppin' sh** There's no cut on it If your feelings get hurt You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little No this is the truth and the truth hurts Haven't I paid my dues? Didn't I weather the storm? n***as is gone and I'm here You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater n***a, we ain't forget Real n***as back in style this sh** is lit This that Ja Rule sh** and 50 cent