This aint been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate,
Now lemme say
I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk,
I hate the way that you dress ,I hate the way that you sneak diss
If I catch flight it's gon be direct
We hate the bytches you fukk cos they confuse themselves with real women
And notice I say we, it's not just me, I'm what the culture feeling
How many more fairy stories bout your life till we had enough
How many more black features till you finally feel that you're black enough
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon make a nikka bring back Puff,
Lemme see if Chubbs real crash suhum
My first one like my last one
This gon be a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that then tell them where you get your abs from
Yachty can't give you no swag either, I don't give a fukk who you hang with
I even hate the way you say nikka, some shyt just cringeworthy, it ain't gotta be deep I guess
Damn he going in. None of that sassy shyt, I'm not really a big Kendrick fan, but this is how a diss supposed to go. Props to young boy