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pardon my french - akintoye lyrics

[intro]
hey, hey, hey

[verse 1]
all of my friends in the building, quite tense
sure, lock ’em in a box til ’em n*ggas find sense (huh)
why they so offensive, n*ggas runnin’ [ice sets?]
pop a b*tch, i’m poppin’ [?] psilocybin

[chorus]
what they be on
we on, pretty high stress
i am [leon?]
comin’ home we don’t find rest
so, please cut slack for the heat of my steps
these n*ggas, so pardon my french (p*ssy)

[verse 2]
hard to identify threats (lookie)
[cuz is?] doin’ nothin’ to impress (boogie)
bad hoes off of her brеasts and (cookies?)
all the best gamblеrs, they tend to find (bookies)
show me the direction i am looking, cooking
yet another reason to proceed and keep hooking
weavin’ the big jabs and long reach bookings
maybe i was born in the wrong age, i studied the wrong page
instead i’m in [and] playing the long game
i saw fame humble a n*gga with strong aim
then i saw shame stomp on my pity it’s [large frame?]
same problem with the n*ggas considered as all (brain?)
wrong wave came ‘stead of a pivot they all same
stuck forever like a [bit of?] shawshank (y’all stink)
[bridge]
n*ggas pray to g*o*d before the riches all came
just for n*ggas here to pray on y’all banks

[verse 3]
n*ggas playin’ y’all face
from the genesis the generous lie
until you make you f*ckin’ exodus, you’ll never be fine
they give you rules for they worship, they leviticus lines
the numbers [fault?] them n*ggas runnin’ through the wilderness [?]
do the run on me scared from the lord, come back
you think the conquerors sayin’ cacklin’ [?] and his thing
but when the judges come to play you wanna save you the runnin’
and, til the roof fall off this is not the birth of a king

[verse 4]
this the promise of the knowledge and the purpose it bring
take a chance with uncle sam [?] prove in the ring
there’s only one or two kings who remember it all
[?] and bring eventual fall and nice interest
set up for a really nice pension
make a couple mil and be a menace like ezra
wall up ya lady, n*gga, sanctify [?] a genocide
[?] n*ggas better find the next to hide and exercise, the masses
feed ’em all trash ‘cuz fascists exist in all fashions
beat down the artist til they sit y’all faction, bashes
dangle dollar signs and y’all grab it, tragic

[chorus]
[recon?], bleed on
we on, pretty high stress
i am [leon?]
comin’ home we don’t find rest
so, please cut slack for the heat of my steps
these n*ggas, so pardon my french, p*ssy

- akintoye lyrics

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