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j pharoh - cain lyrics

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[verse]
i can handle all of you fake jokes
and leave you with no laughter
drop you down like a habit
carats on you that’s a rabbit
people flex like animals
i can’t believe all the principles you bow to
mind consumed like you had to
breaking the rules like you glad to
measuring real facts to turn it down
as if it had a volume
gates open fo’ bill ford
oh lord, that’s a new foundation
f1 for the racing
f1 for the haters
high miles leave you shakin’
drive slow cause i’m patient
hold up you get boiled up
join up from the boy hub
i’m interconnecting
and brеaking your bones and nerves and all of yo ligamеnts
i write all this sh+t and i study it back like a syllabus
new rappers, these wack hits don’t come hard they celibate
see what i did there just to sell a bit
they thinking they lyricists
nah you blow wind instruments
if i gave you my two cents
you would have a whole collection
selection for a new connection
drivin’ down the 401 k
punch out that’s a pension
pull my name out the ballot, no need for election
if i gave you my one cent
i’d probably sue you for embezzlement
no stop, i really didn’t wanna do it, they made me do it, don’t sue me
fake people they assume me
and tell me the rest of the story like they knew me
they so outta pocket

people be talkin’ bout f+cking b+tches
well i f+ck yo mind deeper
i’m tryna blow up in silence with numbers
like mine sweeper
hold me back like gatekeepers
k!ll em with the kindness, not with a strap out
you can wire tap me, but i’ll never tap out

they copy paste their fate on a silver plate
some brass hooks for the fakes
my thoughts don’t take a break
even when i’m not awake
f+ck breaks i’mma make it
bless up i’mma take it
give it back when i make it
all of this sh+t that i’m cooking, i take it with a grain of salt
cause even my choices got bad voices
we all victim to emotion
like drunk drivers in a motion
f+ck this rap business
i really don’t need a label
that’s a cain to my abel
real life is a fable
back then hip hop used to be that confidence cable
now rappers go woof woof in the booth
like y’all from the zoo



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