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Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinking 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out? I’m waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin' "Oh lord" Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it’s parkour If I could change this shit, I wouldn't change for shit (Uh) Wouldn’t change a thing, you know this how it get (Uh) Level up on niggas, shoot a biopic Let them tell the story how I made it rich It's crowded in my city, had to move Had to relocate, then I'd change my attitude I play this Coletrane, I don't need your battered blues Legendary space, ain't no man can fit his shoes When I was growin' up, we all had different crews I always knew what's up, if you down to bust a move When the sin is sinkin' in, the water cavin' in the roof Opponents in the noose, and what I do is Future Proof Donned in shiny suits, I done came up from the roots Streets littered heavy, cops shootin' and pollute Harlem city lights, Brooklyn still commute Letras de cancionesHow he stay astute? 'Cause he studying his truth It’s regular to me, it's foreign when it's you It's why I change the mood, I talk to God when I'm confused And how he get the juice? I rally with my dudes And it’s a dirty game, boy somebody gotta lose Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinking 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out? I’m waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin' "Oh lord" Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it’s parkour What this nigga thinkin'? Ship is sinkin', but he still ashore I could tell that you hardly ready, probably 'cause you immature Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinking 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out? I’m waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy From Letras Mania