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Foolish
Berner; DMX
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I know I may sound foolish (ah)
You may not understand (um, not at all)
(Me)
Cats keep talkin' 'bout (me)
Keep running they mouth about (me)
When they don't know nothin' 'bout
The one in front of, 'cause I'm gonna be (oh, oh)
I've been given a second chance, so respect the stance (c'mon!)
You plan to go reckless, and you make reckless plans
Show respect, and we can dance, bitch-ass nigga
Motherfuck you and your mans, we can do it with the hands
Fuck I need a gun for? I done fucked a lot of bitches already
So when it come to pussy, you just one more
Hit him with the 1-4 (what's that?)
That's when you know a nigga's a bitch, and he still get the gun
You like, "What for?"
Really? You want more? (I know I may sound foolish)
Come through with that click-click, boom! Click-click, boom!
Take off the front door
Brains on the wall like paint (a'ight)
'Cause I don't need to know what it is, long as I know what it ain't
Ain't a fuckin' thing fake about me
The devil spent so much time ruinin' my life
What would the State do without me?
Keep runnin' your fucking mouth
We'll see what happens to niggas that keep running they fucking mouth
They get knocked the fuck out, nigga
(Me) that's the one
Cats keep talkin' 'bout (me)
Keep running they mouth about (me)
When they don't know nothin' 'bout
The one in front of, 'cause I'm gonna be (oh, oh, me)
(C'mon!)
What they know about?
A drought made, I'm still tryna get my orders out
They say they kingpin, why they playing with my older route?
Black minivan, I'm just tryna keep the odor out
Million-dollar drop, I'm stash house shoppin' (I'm house shoppin')
You know me, I got the trap bag poppin' (this bag poppin')
They want war until their shit get shot up
'Til they get blackballed, then they run dry on product (so dry)
God forgive me, I'm haunted by my sins (I know I may sound foolish)
I ball in my sleep, they want me locked up with my friends
New Gucci frames, I put rocks around the lens (you may not understand)
I pull up to my show and hop out of my Benz (yeah)
You know me, OG with the work and all (with the work)
Brown bag full of cash, I'ma burn it all (put it, dirt)
Shopping cart full of rubber bands (full of rubber bands)
Yeah, I re-up when the money lands
(Me)
Cats keep talkin' 'bout (me)
Keep running they mouth about (me)
When they don't know nothin' 'bout
The one in front of 'cause I'm gonna be (oh, oh, me)
How you jealous when you made the wrong choices? (C'mon!)
Watch the world fall apart, when I sleep, I hear voices
Tryna downplay the vision, all the hate is just poison
Guess I gotta go to war, I try my best to avoid it (oh, well)
And competition ain't something that I'm thinking 'bout
While I'm out living, doing e'rything I dreamed about
You need something else to speak about?
Well, where you work, girl?
I pulled up, and I cleaned them out (I tip 'em all)
Thousand lighters, I'ma need some more bags (I know I may sound foolish)
I heard your product just sits on the shelf and goes bad (that's sad)
Man, someone put a pistol in his mouth (you may not understand)
I'm tired of this clown, set fire to his house (yes)
Pillow talking with a bitch, that's what a bitch do
I'm outside in a pandemic, makin' big moves
I heard you crying 'bout the lootin', I got hit too
Someone put cement in his shoes, and make him fish food, yeah
(Me)
Cats keep talkin' 'bout (me)
Keep running they mouth about (me)
When they don't know nothin' 'bout
The one in front of, 'cause I'm gonna be (oh, oh)
(C'mon!)
(C'mon!)
(C'mon!) It's something in me
(C'mon!)
It's something in me
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