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Umm, uh what the fuck, time is it?
I swear I my car, shit

Aye, hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car parked the street
And then it hit, I ain't really that long in a week
Matter fact I even remember falling asleep

Atlantic office claimin' J just keep calling the
Is it an or something you need to talk to me?

J said, "I you needed to talk to me
If it's a made aware I think I outta be
You ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it be"
I ain't on the phone, come talk to me
be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace

Now I'm thinkin' hard as I to my house
The fuck have I done now, what could he be 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, I bin on the couch
You were on the album, I was listenin' now

Then called, "Ay you spoke to J?"
Yeah, is it something I don't know that I was to say?
All I know before the I awoke today
Nigga wit' the realist and he chose today

I'm real close to J, I seen ups and hit
But I ain't never heard him the way that he sounded
Really a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real dude but why he call me clownin'?

You say'n you don't know bout it? bout what?
Atlantic records you called the office and went nuts
Makin' death threats, talkin' loud, gettin'
Man, they I did what? Folks I'm just gettin' up

Say you waitin' out your deal till you hear up
Planin' to away with 20 million bucks
You bullshitin' me, right? Is you brugh?
Yeah, they you found out the rapper T.I.P wit' us

I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn
And I off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the line, I'm hearin' 'em tell Atlantic

It's so much shit about cha, they give a shit about cha
you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha
You ain't never been hotta, a whole lotta years
And up to go way back to the bottom, what?

Man, what the hell is y'all 'bout?
I in the house all night
I know nothing 'bout that shit, man
I got the right here, man, send this to 'em