Drum n Bass

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Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout

I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate

They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?

Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake

Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?

So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe

Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout? Yeah

Uh, you hear my words, but don't 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, niggas 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, seeking 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 talm 'bout

I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate

They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?

Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake

Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?

So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe

Bitch, 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 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

Families surrounding her, providing their best attempts at consoling her

Prayers and words of faith, comin' out of their breath

Turning to the Lord's ironic at a time when these young niggas so violent

They'll let off at God in the flesh

My mind is a mess, conflicted, 'cause their energy's wicked

They 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 yelling 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 niggas and felt the organic nostalgia

That arouses when I'm with the rest of the bandits

Obsessed with talkin' 'bout the bitches we sexed 'til we landed

In a spot that always used to pop when we was younger

Shook hands with niggas I hadn't seen for several Septembers

Gave hugs to women I only vaguely remembered

The way their fingers caressed in my back was givin' me signals

Like you may enter

Liquor informing my agenda, straight and narrow for a while, but tonight I'm on a bender

And my retina antennas are scanning 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? (Ay, Cole, what's good, bro?)

(Ay, lemme uh, lemme holla at you for a second, bro)

Yeah, one second, bro, one sec, I got you

Yeah, that's crazy, like, that's crazy

I was wondering, like, I ain't know if I was gon' see you or what

I was, yo, one second, bro, I got you (oh word?)

I'm just talking' to her, right now (oh, a'ight, a'ight)

Hell yeah (we gon' see 'bout that)

You gon' be here for a minute? A'ight

Get the fuck up out my face with what you talm 'bout

I got too much on my plate, and I know you can't relate

They show love but it be fake, fuck you talm 'bout?

Shit be covering up the hate, I know how to spot a snake

Niggas tote that drum 'n' bass, fuck you talm 'bout?

So you better know yo' place, stay inside 'cause it ain't safe

Bitch, I'm outside with the eights, fuck you talm 'bout?

Tell me what sense do it make, comin' back when you escape