| 2 am on the flight headed back to the city
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| Head is clouded with the baggage that you left with me
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| So before I take off we need to clear the air
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| And acknowledge some things that I ain’t know was there
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| Shit, it’s on airplane mode
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| Guess you’ll get this message much later on
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| Wonderin if I lighten the load or carry on, should a nigga never look back and
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| just keep on carrying on
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| Bet that went over your head
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| You so caught up in your feelings i’m throwin the net
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| Facts on facts, it wasn’t always me and you
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| Facts on tracks, thought of losing and then winning told you I changed that
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| I loved every part of your pigment
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| Told me to wait for it I was getting impatient
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| Said I wasn’t focused but your vision was blurred
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| It’s a jungle out here and in the end ain’t no H.I.M. |
| without… H.E.R
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| 1 am still in Brooklyn and we mob deep
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| Wrecking havoc in the stu' cus i’m a prodigy
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| A dead clock in the room, runnin on no time
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| Zombies in formation, we on a deadline
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| Feelin like a X man, cus you still on my mind like Magneto
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| We know, opposites attract, but big bro pullin us apart cus he don’t want us on
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| the same side
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| Now I gotta meet the parents
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| But I left a bad taste in they mouth
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| Cus they son tryna air me out
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| Said I was pretty hard to read like prayers they fillin me out, and they still
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| tryna figure me out
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| Guess I was a blind spot, cus they ain’t really see us coming
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| I was never tryna ride a wavw, turn a ripple into a tidal wave
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| But you making claims that i’m a copy
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| Now it’s time to GPS-ing, I mean really adressing
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| I mean really say the things that got these niggas stressing
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| For a kings Vs. |
| a machine yeah that’s independent, I said that’s independent,
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| oh Lord
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| You tried to pull strings to have my shit taken down
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| Not realizing I’m the puppet master now
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| It’s a conversation now, if you don’t like it, just know they all fuckin with
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| the sound uh
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| So deal with it, no labels
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| I made a H.I.M. |
| cus I can and I was able
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| For the music, and the culture
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| And for all the niggas that had a shorty like H.E.R
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| You was my Tasha on some ride or die shit until it got really ugly so I went
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| ghost
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| Two stars on the same network for hours, so you know it’s bound to be a stroke
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| of some power |