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You you you you You don't really know me You you you you You did not just bro me You are not my homie You gone meet the old me You you you you You don't really know me Scandalous How I handle this You're damaged It can't be managed Outlandish I'm famished Shit Hit me with all you can-dish Can't stand it You scan the gram Don't make me take your hand Bitch! Pissed when you resist I grab your wrist You throw a fist I take a hit Damn bitch It feels like I got hit With a wet sandwich Take and break the phone Bitch, I'm out of bandwidth And with a new phone Like who-dis A brute, I do this Like Brutus The rudest Judas Iscariot Wouldn't put money On you whores If you was Secretariat It's true I'm too self assured And sure, I am mature What, would you prefer Some amateur? Shit you can't even land a hit What, and mess up Your manicure? You should get your hand insured! You're a lot to endure Got me hooked and lured Can 'ah worms This shit's a canister We got used to the stares Like a banister You you you you You don't really know me You you you you You did not just bro me You are not my homie You gone meet the old me You you you you You don't really know me I'm done being calm and patient You ain't-shit Ok I'm ancient But I'm insidious, too fastidious Just too fast for these idiots And we're erratic Just starting static I get mad it Becomes this bad habit You act batshit I get distracted Get on the beat And just diss-track-it Ain't doin' that no more Cuz history shows It makes shit come to blows So I'm adverse To putting you in-verses You make me wanna spit Slurs and curses Of course it makes all this worse When I take "verses" And add "u" to it It becomes "me versus" But on the surface this Title-track might be 'You' Why? "B-u-y?" Now bitch, bye My purpose is Just purchases Misinterpret this as buy You hear "acquire" Like church services Give you a song You don't deserve it So I pivot, I swerve it I have to keep the "you" In this hidden Like the "U" in camouflage When written Or you in camouflage Admitting' you're wrong Would be a first You make me murderous What's certain is I spell even worse I put "u" in a hearse Fuck around and show You at your worst I could clap and collapse Your universe But I'd rather stack up a track With all this crap Than put you in a verse You you you you You don't really know me You you you you You did not just bro me You are not my homie You gone meet the old me You you you you You don't really know me