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im not a conscious rapper - jameel naim x lyrics

[verse 1]:
ay* shooters outside and the staked out
i give em the order to go and you’ll be the one that they take out
i give her the key to my heart, but never the key to the safehouse
she searched through my cell, i was sleeping that sh*t almost felt like a shakedown
i ain’t got an ounce of respect for you n*ggas i reach for the dap with my left hand
i walked in this b*tch looking fresh as a b*tch and she throwing at me like, “think fast”
might 2*step but i can’t dance
jumped in head first but you can’t last
they caught him lackin outside on the porch, his mom played it back on the ringcam
f*ck, f*ck
beat ya lil ass like a stepdad
beat ya lil ass like morris chestnut did taye diggs on the end of ‘the best man’
i’m from the swamp* the wetlands
n*ggas ain’t fighting the club no mo
like ‘tekken’ they sneaking the tec in
these n*ggas is obviously steppin’

[chorus] (2x)
ay, ay, ay, ay
i don’t wanna talk about that sh*t you can keep it to ya self n*gga (to ya self)

[verse 2]:
i’m speaking facts, they think i’m just rhymin or somethin
conscious as f*ck but ready for drama, y’all must think i’m common or somethin
10 escalades back to back in all black, b*tch i feel like obama or somethin
i told her, “i’ll be right back”, she said, “yeah right” as if i’m lying or somethin
man these n*ggas so p*ssy they might knock ya bowl off the counter or somethin
friends switched sides and tried to crossover, they transcending genres or somethin
i call these lil n*ggas my nephew like i’m a old times or somethin
back then i extended the hand but them n*ggas ain’t wanna be bout it so f*ck em
[chorus] ( (2x)
ay, ay, ay, ay
i don’t wanna talk about that sh*t you can keep it to ya self n*gga (to ya self)

[outro]:
ay (5x)
yeah, uh
triple m
yee!

- jameel naim x lyrics

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