| Mic, mic, mic
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| Yeah we good now
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| Turn the vocals down a little bit, just a little bit
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| I want it loud
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| Here’s my moment of clarity
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| I’ve been misleadin' you all, givin' you half of me
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| I’ve been blazin' a trail and leavin' casualties
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| I’ve diagnosed myself, I think it’s apathy
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| So lettin' go became easy, grabbin' ahold that’s the hardest
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| I know our expiration date soon as we start it
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| You come around and you feel safe while you’re a target
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| You feelin' like I let you inside, while I’m guarded
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| It’s genius when arrogance seems like it’s modest
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| Look past the insanity, glance at the logic
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| Appears optional, all of it is stipulated
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| Watch and learn how emotions get manipulated
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| Now you in dire need of help
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| You the victim, made to think you did it to yourself
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| Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland
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| Me I’m believin' everything that wasn’t on that cam
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| But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil' movement
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| You in therapy but I don’t see the improvement
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| Oh whatever’s been made now days is ruined
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| So every few months I ponder what the fuck are we doin'
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| Let me watch my words again
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| You easily got one of the best pussies that I’ve ever been inserted in
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| You real kind, real sweet, real nurturin'
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| Yet every time we link back up, you just get hurt again
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| You put all men in a box, I ain’t one of 'em
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| Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em
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| You only dated three men so I’m scared of you
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| Cause with no point of reference, what the fuck are you comparin' to?
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| You good one minute, psycho the next
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| No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde
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| Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride
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| I’m grown, don’t really need that sort of mess in my life
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| But wait, you of age, you old too
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| I control my emotions, yours control you
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| You bright enough to know when you get impulsive
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| For me, that’s repulsive, how do you not know this?
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| And then we go our separate ways
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| Just to link back on better days
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| Though I know it’s short term and you never stay
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| You always a sucker for that text that say
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| «Yo what up? |
| Are you good?
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| Hit me up whenever you in the hood»
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| Then we fuck, and it’s fine
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| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind
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| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t
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| Then you wait for me to react but I don’t
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| Then you go, and I watch
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| We know how this movie go, but we watch
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| Cause we just playin' our parts
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| You’re watchin' how I perform and it’s breakin' your heart
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| You home alone backtrackin', replayin' the start
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| You realize this whole script you’ve been playin' a mark
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| That ain’t stop you from takin' a part
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| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts
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| Yeah, and so the pussy ain’t enough now
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| They keep thinkin' it should be enough, how?
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| Fuck sex, baby, later for that
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| This mind game I’m playin' is a greater climax
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| Not a franchise player, I can’t pay you the max
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| I can’t say it to you so I just say it in raps
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| I got a rep that I made all by myself
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| One I hate all by myself
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| That comes from decisions created all by myself
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| I can’t shake it all by myself
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| See I grew up in the spotlight
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| Where your every move is eyed
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| The truth becomes lies when you’re that scrutinized
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| No mentorship, I was unsupervised
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| Had to learn on my own every rule to survive
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| Still I manned up in caught those wrongs
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| Go ahead and judge Joe, I got my court clothes on
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| Y’all see the front, behind the scenes more goes on
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| Check my back catalog, it’s in all those songs, forreal
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| So I can be at peace forever
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| I left the puzzle right there, nigga, piece it together
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| But back to you, beauty, small waist, fat booty
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| It’s cool for the moment but don’t permanently move me
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| They come through tossin' me ass like it’s their duty
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| But who I was ain’t who I am, I say it truly
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| Here I am shootin' 'em down without the Uzi
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| Unlike them niggas you know, don’t try and group me
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| Watched myself on TV, was unruly
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| How the fuck they cast me wrong in my own movie
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| They say you are what you attract
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| Here I am, screamin', «fuck all that»
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| Then I’m forced to believe I attract and adore
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| Bunch of unstable broads with character flaws
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| With plenty luggage, I greet 'em with their bags at the door |
| If that’s true then it’s some shit I’d rather ignore
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| Cause check it, whatever helps you get by
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| So when they hit me, I always reply
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| They always be like, «what's up? |
| Are you good?
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| Hit me up whenever you in the hood»
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| Then we fuck, and it’s fine
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| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind
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| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t
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| Then you wait for me to react but I don’t
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| Then you go, and I watch
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| We know how this movie go, but we watch
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| Cause we just playin' our parts
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| You’re watchin' how I perform and it’s breakin' your heart
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| You home alone backtrackin', replayin' the start
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| Realize this whole script you’ve been playin' a mark
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| But that ain’t stop you from takin' a part
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| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts
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| Just where I’m at lately
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| Look at the monster this industry done made me
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| Shit I loved the most, I let it jade me
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| Cryin' out for help, somebody save me
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| But I can’t let 'em know all that
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| They take it as weakness when you show all that
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| So I just live in my mind 'til this hoe call back
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| Every time I’m knocked down you see Joe crawl back, forreal
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| Nowadays they all the same
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| Enhanced body parts, smaller brains
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| They don’t get a hi in fact
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| Mums the word, baby girl, it’s now quiet for that, forreal
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| If you got nothin' to offer
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| Sorry Mrs. Jackson, gotta off ya
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| But as soon as you leave 'em alone
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| It’s when they send that same text to the phone
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| They always be like, «what's up? |
| Are you good?
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| Hit me up whenever you in the hood»
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| Then we fuck, and it’s fine
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| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind
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| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t
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| You wait for me to react but I don’t
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| Then you go, and I watch
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| We know how this movie go, but we watch
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| Cause we just playin' our parts
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| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts
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| I play mine well
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| Better than you
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| And it go… baby, baby! |