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Get the fuck up out my face with what you talkin' 'bout | I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate | They show love, but it be fake, f…
Get the fuck up out my face with what you talkin' 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Shit be coverin' up the hate, I know how to spot a snake **** tote that drum and bass, fuck you talkin' 'bout? So you better know your place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, uh You hear my words, but got no clue 'bout who I really am From shark-infested waters Phrases like that make me sound harder and more ruthless, but the truth is that I merely swam Out the stolo, semis blam Willy-nilly over killy grams **** sellin' rock like Steely Dan While the world spins like whirlwinds Out of control, how does the soul find a thorough cleanse When all of this cold water that flows has for sure been contaminated with sin? Planted in the latest of trends Stranded in this land of the antiquated ways of the men Standard in the state of revenge, seekin' a way to defend Reputations, because the names are actually greater than them Life is a trip, you can't predict the random way that it ends Bullets travel straight through the skin like gamma rays in the wind My greatest of wins came when I annotated my gems The shit I write so fire, I got my hand afraid of my pen, uh Get the fuck up out my face with what you talkin' 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Shit be coverin' up the hate, I know how to spot a snake **** tote that drum and bass, fuck you talkin' 'bout? So you better know your place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talkin' 'bout? And tell me, what sense do it make comin' back when you escape? Quiet as kept, I feel the vibe of the whole city so tired and stressed From gettin' fed this steady diet of death Mothers cryin' on steps while porch lights shine down On a giant puddle that now forms on the ground as she wept Family surroundin' her, providin' their best attempt at consolin' her Prayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breath Turning to the Lord's ironic at a time When these young **** so violent, they'll let off at God in the flesh My mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wicked Their need to impress at a high while their guidance is less And while I feel powerless to change the power that is A part of me is yellin' loud as shit, "You ain't tryin' your best" Too busy sellin' out arenas and flyin' on jets Life on cloud nine and I can't deny it, I guess I'm livin' my dream, my life is my childhood wish The guilt that comes along with that is the size of the rest Of the planet, I pray you get to see it across the Atlantic Tonight, I stepped out with my **** and felt the organic Nostalgia that arouses when I'm with the rest of the bandits Obsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed till we landed In the spot that always used to pop when we was younger Shook hands with **** I hadn't seen for several Septembers Gave hugs to women I only vaguely remembered The way their fingers caressin' my back was givin' me signals Like, you may enter, liquor informin' my agenda Straight and narrow for a while, but tonight, I'm on a bender And my retina antennas are scannin' the club intently For the girl I wanted bad and almost had before the Bentley But evidently, when you're the greatest rapper of the century You'll get another shot, the club was startin' to get too hot So I stepped outside for a breather, that very moment, I seen her She had the glow of Aaliyah while 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, let me, uh, let me holler at you for a second, bro Yeah, that's cra— yo, one second, bro, one second, I got you Nah, that's crazy like, that's crazy Word? Yo, I just wanna— I just wanna holler at you real quick, bro I was wondering too like, I ain't know if I was gon' see you or what I was— Man, it ain't gon' take but a second Yo, one second, bro, I got you Oh, word? I'm just talkin' to her, right now Oh, aight, aight Hell yeah We'll see 'bout that You gon' be here for a minute? Aight Get the fuck up out my face with what you talkin' 'bout I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate They show love, but it be fake, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Shit be coverin' up the hate, I know how to spot a snake **** tote that drum and bass, fuck you talkin' 'bout? So you better know your place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talkin' 'bout? And tell me, what sense do it make comin' back when you escape?
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