| To my dear dearly departed
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| Shit’s becomin' all that I feared, here’s where it started
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| Seems that nothing’s as it appears, swear it’s retarded
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| No wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I’m a target
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| It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
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| AmeriKKKa’s Most gave America hope
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| Back when the music had a message in it
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| We was rebels against it
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| The best was intended to lessen the gimmicks
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| But now y’all made a mess of it
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| And somebody gotta address this shit
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| Rakim would never wear a dress and shit
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| I ain’t a pessimist to say I ain’t impressed with it
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| Your hearing’s bad, you think it’s alive, now that’s the death in it
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| When it was all about bars, wanted to weddin' it
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| Surround yourself with bullshit, you’ll be liable to step in it
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| Came here with one objective, gettin' it further
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| Now I’m watchin' my first love die, witnessin' murder
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| When Common stopped lovin' ol' girl, what was he tellin' me?
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| Cold world, now she won’t dig you without a melody
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| Love nerds, used to be into niggas with felonies
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| We need a new president, where the fuck is Eric B?
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| Or did my wordplay confuse her?
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| Now I see her with Young Thug and Future
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| Like what did you niggas do to her?
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| Now, my generalization is this generation
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| The imminent state of this gentrification, desensitization
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| I call her, she’s in Marvin’s room, everything is awkward now
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| She moved more to south, deserted her New Yorker crowd
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| Met her with a cane, she changed, prefer to walk it out
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| Stopped eatin' meat when she heard I worked in a slaughterhouse
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| Now she’s a new dame glued to the fame
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| She used to hate accessorizin', now she’s wearin' two chains
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| Relationship too strained, I don’t know who to blame
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| When I tell her, «You changed», she say, «Who would be the same»
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| She right… cause this ain’t the way we knew each other
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| Or do I face the fact that maybe we outgrew each other?
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| It took a while, but that’s finally understood
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| She wouldn’t change if she could
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| I swear if this is love, I’m good
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| Everything has changed, I can see it clear in fact
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| Starin' at these four walls, angry that they’re starin' back
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| Took a while, now it’s finally understood
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| Would we change it if we could?
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| I swear if this is love, I’m good
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| Look, I can’t get with you at all, our issue is tall
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| You tied to every nigga now that dribbles a ball
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| Did I miss a red flag? |
| You wasn’t fickle before
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| I can’t even ridicule y’all, that’d be a bitter resolve
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| Wanna talk about our history
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| I feel like everything you say is contradictory
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| Whenever you come visit me
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| I look at you and see remembrance, remnants
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| Plenty resentments, it’s not you but there’s resemblance
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| We diss each other all out of fun, shit amuses me
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| You threaten every girl I’m with, that just confuses me
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| Say you want kids real soon, now that’s abuse to me
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| And I just write about it in song, you’re like a muse to me
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| I wanna ask where you see yourself in five years
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| How you goin' about that, like what’s the verdict?
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| I wanna ask if you ever replay the past over
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| And if you do, when you finished is it worth it?
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| I wanna ask if we love each other so much
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| How do we cause each other so much pain?
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| Still in all in each others lives
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| We’ve remained without a claim
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| I know some’ll call that clinically insane
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| How do we remedy the games?
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| Was once enemies and then that energy refrained
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| Wasn’t meant to be, the synergy had us mentally drained
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| Minimally sprained so relentlessly he aims
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| Despite when you said you never could depend on me again
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| Still we’re here as none of this had ever taken place
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| Are we checkin' to see if someone’s takin' our place?
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| As we front like we’re takin' up space
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| I think currently the current we is makin' our case
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| But for what? |
| Would that just seal it again
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| Did it all hurt so much? |
| Do we wanna feel it again? |
| I doubt it
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| Took a while, still nothing’s understood
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| Would we change it if we could?
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| I swear if this is love, I’m good
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| Everything has changed, I can see it clear in fact
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| Starin' at these four walls, angry that they’re starin' back
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| Took a while, now it’s finally understood
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| Would we change it if we could? |
| I swear if this is love, I’m good
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| Look, I can see the pain in your eyes, I wanna fix it
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| But all your words are fuelin' my pride, so I’m dismissive
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| You think I wanna sit in this courtroom
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| Talkin' supervised, scrutinized by suit and ties? |
| You a lie
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| You could cry, the conditions of you and I, can’t escape it
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| Every lie she told you over the years, I’m face to face with
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| And now they manifested
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| You’re overwhelmed and congested
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| But feelin' neglected, I gotta respect it
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| I can’t explain to your so young brain
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| Since our first exchange you’ve been kept from me
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| Used against as weaponry
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| And as much as I hate her
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| I’d never downplay your mother like that
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| For you to judge her like that
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| Just a lesson later on that you’ll discover like that
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| We not alone in this process, no, it’s others like that
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| But you spew these sly remarks like, «Why are we here?
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| Like why are you near? |
| Like why do you care, how I dispair?»
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| I gotta eat that, see you got a grudge, lil' nigga
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| We flesh and blood, lil' nigga, no ifs, ands or buts, lil' nigga
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| You can think your dad is nuts, lil' nigga
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| I’m talkin' to you cause you came out of my nuts, lil' nigga
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| That’s my stance on the matter, I won’t budge, lil' nigga
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| And I’ll tell that to your mother and the judge, lil' nigga
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| At our next court date, you gon' see that it’s true
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| Funny, my condescendin' ways, I kinda see 'em in you
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| Mannerisms when I’m annoyed, yep I’m seein' that too
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| I’m smilin', admirin' genes, I kinda think that it’s cute
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| I was you 20 years ago when pop popped up
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| But nothin' like you, sad how life’ll recycle a cycle
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| You missin' intel only a dad can give
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| Can’t expect you to understand, this doesn’t matter to a kid
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| And since our situation’s not understood
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| I would fix it if I could
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| I swear if this is love, I’m good
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| Everything has changed, I can see it clear in fact
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| Starin' at these four walls, angry that they’re starin' back
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| Took a while, now it’s finally understood
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| Would we change it if we could?
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| I swear if this is love, I’m good |