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

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

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

J said, "I thought you to talk to me
If it's a change made I think I outta be
You making ultimatums now you talk to me
You make shit way worse then it be"
I ain't arguin' on the phone, 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 talkin'
I been stayin' trouble, shit 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 know that I was supposed to say?
All I know before the hour I awoke
Nigga commin' the realist and he chose today

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

You say'n you know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic records said you called the office and went
death threats, talkin' loud, gettin' buck
Man, said I did what? Folks I'm just gettin' up

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

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

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

Man, what the is y'all talkin' 'bout?
I in the house all night
I don't nothing 'bout that shit, man
I got the album right here, man, this to 'em