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Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'boutI got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relateThey show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snakeNiggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?So you better know yo' placeStay inside 'cause it ain't safeBitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?Yeah, uhYou hear my wordsBut got no clue 'bout who I really am (Who)From shark-infested watersPhrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthlessBut the truth is that I merely swamOut thе stolo, semis blam, willy-nilly over killy gramsNiggas sellin' rock likе Steely DanWhile the world spins like whirlwindsOut of control, how does the soul find a thorough cleanseWhen all of this cold water that flowsHas for sure been contaminated with sin?Planted in the latest of trendsStranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the menStandard in the state of revenge, seeking a way to defendReputationsBecause the names are actually greater than themLife is a tripYou can't predict the random way that it endsBullets travel straight through the skinLike gamma-rays in the windMy greatest of wins came when I annotated my gemsThe shit I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uhGet the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'boutI got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relateThey show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snakeNiggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?So you better know yo' placeStay inside 'cause it ain't safeBitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape?Quiet as kept, I feel the vibe of the whole citySo tired and stressed from gettin'Fed this steady diet of deathMothers cryin' on steps while porch lights shine downOn a giant puddle that now forms on the ground as she weptFamily surroundin' herProvidin' their best attempt at consolin' herPrayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breathTurning to the Lord's ironic at a timeWhen these young niggas so violentThey'll let off at God in the fleshMy mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wickedTheir need to impress at a high while their guidance is lessAnd while I feel powerless to change the power that isA part of me is yelling loud as shit"You ain't tryin' your best"Too busy sellin' out arenas and flyin' on jetsLife on cloud nine, and I can't deny it, I guessI'm livin' my dream, my life is my childhood wishThe guilt that comes along with thatIs the size of the rest of the planetI pray you get to see it across the AtlanticTonight, I stepped out with my niggas and felt the organicNostalgia that arouses when I'm with the rest of the banditsObsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed'Til we landed in a spot that alwaysUsed to pop when we was youngerShook hands with niggas I hadn't seen for several SeptembersGave hugs to women I only vaguely rememberedThe way their fingers caressin'My back was givin' me signalsLike, you may enter, liquor informing my agendaStraight and narrow for a whileBut tonight, I'm on a benderAnd my retina antennas are scanning the club intentlyFor the girl I wanted bad and almost had before the BentleyBut evidentlyWhen you're the greatest rapper of the centuryYou'll get another shotThe club was startin' to get too hotSo I stepped outside for a breatherThat very moment, I seen herShe had the glow of AaliyahWhile I control my demeanor and said(Oh shit, that's Cole right there)Damn, what's good? How you been?(Aye, Cole, what's good, bro?)(Aye, lemme, uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro)Yeah, that's cra—Yo, one second, bro, one second, I got youNah, that's crazy like (word?) , that's crazy1 (Yo, I just wanna— I just wanna show you out quick, bro)I was wondering too likeI ain't know if I was gon' see you or what I was—(It ain't gonna take a second)Yo, one second, bro, I got you (Oh, word?)I'm just talkin' to her, right now (Oh, 'ight, 'ight)Hell yeah (I ain't see, my bad)You gon' be here for a minute? 'IghtGet the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'boutI got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relateThey show love, but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snakeNiggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?So you better know yo' placeStay inside 'cause it ain't safeBitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape?
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