Two decades, few SAs, feel why the fences is as clear as it ever been
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Tough level skin, concrete chin, politic do the poetry, pardon my pin
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R and B with the flow and tree starting again
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Dude lost, he ain't noticed me from sparking a trend
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Got it in on my first appearance, birth of a menace
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Blessed to be impetuous, stuck with the winners
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Few dilemmas, setbacks and see through the dome
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You fool, the last you checked, next you peep, you grown
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Seep your tone, vocals hard like cotton gloves like
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Women flat dropping out if the cause right
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Twin exhausters, hit the courses, it's like Henny horses can't accept any loses
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Shit, yeah, I know it seems bad
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Bitches all on my dick like I know to be bad
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The way I loan, nigga, they always back
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Big boys, spit it, rock my Rolls and be black
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Shit, yeah, Jodeci back
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Bitches all on my dick like I know to be bad
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The way I low dick they want their ovaries back
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Those I hand pick 'em, I'm supposed to be back
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Shit, how they supposed to react?
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So many haters, nigga, overreact
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Yeah, last of a dying breed, who really the loser? Who really the winner?
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We look deeper under the surface and unfold the whole story
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Perception is gone, either way, you gotta be built for this bullshit
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Y'all know what it is, real talk, I got you, A
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Feeling like an epiphany when everything has its purpose
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Pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty chick, you get it
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At the strip but naked just to strip down the basics
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Everybody got an opinion and I ain't hating
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Matter fact only use these terms when I'm wasted
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Inebriated to the point I can't taste shit
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This is pure facts, no seeds or low
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On my doormat floor, welcome home, y'all
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On my conscience, folks, you can close your doors
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'Cause you about to hear some shit you ain't heard before
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The sun erupts and what, homie, it's been real
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Popping sugar coated stuff for the past year
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Only give thoughts to things that matter
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So mind your road and just go for my masters
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I ain't chasing dudes to update a status
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I just play it cool, let them do the mathematics
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With a clean bill of health, headed down to illa delph
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Beats blasting out my room in this hotel
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And I hope all is well but it's still hard to tell
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Postcards in the mail like take care of yourself
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Everybody telling me yo, Burns, you hot
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But with all due respect, I speak fluent hip-hop
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I don't rap like other rappers, girl or boy
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I'm in tuned with what I'm doing, I ain't just making noise
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I don't front, I just hide the toy
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'Cause when I lay off everybody hit the floor
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Shit, feel like Toni Braxton is back
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Bigger than ever, she just happen to rap
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All this loving started adapting the deck
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'Cause I'm sure, once you possess it, you passing it back
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Feel like Toni Braxton is back, that bee queen, now what's up with that?
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Jodeci Back
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