Got busy over Jeru The Damaga's "Come Clean"...

I think I gotta simmer down, nah fuck that I turn it up a notch
And put the shit out for the winter now
Lotta niggas forgot the paint on the brush, and brush up 
It’s funny all they worry about is image now
I get ahead of myself, may be ahead of my time
Maybe I’m gassing myself, 20 on pump number 9
Maybe it’s all in your head, maybe you crazy in mind
Maybe you ran from the truth, better acknowledge your time
I don’t believe a lot of things I’ve been told
Rhyming bout to the cars and jewelry might stunt my growth 
Paranoid, rolling up tell you that I don’t smoke
With two woods rolled, bout to get as high as my hopes
Baby let me in let me in, it’s getting cold
Ain’t show up to that party these sections is getting old 
With a shorty on the line, I put my mother on hold 
Life is complex at 20 something years old
I had some hits and some misses, you probably never would know
You hesitate too much you probably’ll never glow
I sitting back watching people regret they decisions
Overcompensating to fix the things that they broke
I need a therapist maybe, I never ventured
Yellow taped off be careful before you enter
Funny how you said you protecting when you aggressor
I ain’t seen ppl this stunned since the last election
I think the saddest part of the game is the madness
That if you ain’t got no budget, then you ain’t got no talent 
You sitting there penning your hardest, tryna be a rhymer 
Tryna make a fan of insecure social climbers

Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit

They said you was hating, they said you was hating
They said keep it real, then they said that you hating
I say fuck opinions cuz minions will always change it
They said it, ain’t say your name, but you felt it so your face red
I feel like I gotta start watching news now
I need change, I paid all of my dues now
I walk around like I got something to prove now
I feel like what I always felt is really true now
I turn a line to a verse, a verse to a song
I get into my zone, watch how them hours is flown
I look myself in the mirror, I know right where I belong
Running from 9-5, I wrote bout 5-9 songs
I never claimed to be anything that I wasn’t man 
Them boys talking bout Burnas but they don’t tuck it man
These people don’t wanna hear it, you talking rubbish fam
I keep they hands up like a African punishments
Who the fuck run this shit, I want they head
If they ain’t competing, then we can coexist
If not then then write about JidScan, decoded shit
Subliminal disses that break down to hold this dick

Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit
Heads up because we dropping some shit

Come Clean (Produced by DJ Premier)

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