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I could say my name but all you hear is E&J
Sober thoughts over soda and you ain’t got shit to say
I’mma cook some food for thought to put up on your diner plate
You neglect your dialect, I just wanna conversate
I’m speaking like my cousin, and you judge me
But all you love is puffing and fucking, fuck it
I’ll be Proper over nothing
I’ll take a hit or sip, feeling excellent
I might slur my words a bit, but it’s never ignorant
You got the white girl but you won’t ever hit a lick
In contrast, we just alike, fucking celibate
You steady talking dollars, but I don’t comprehend
After five more words you ain’t even making sense
If I passed you the bottle you would say it’s Heaven sent
Go to church every week but you won’t ever give a tenth
If I named all our vices could we give them up for Lent?
J’s about to drop, could you give them up for rent?
Questions get answered by a thick puff of smoke
A grin that’s followed by „Nigga, you a joke.”
Feel no offense as I watch a nigga choke
Lost my faith but a nigga still hope
My people find a way to look past the deception
Look into these bars and I see my own reflection
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