Drum n Bass

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?