Parkour

[Chorus]
Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence
Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends
We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens
Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says?
Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out
Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out?
I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy
All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy

[Post-Chorus]
Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin' "Oh lord"
Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it's parkour

[Verse]
If I could change this shit, I wouldn't change for shit, uh
Wouldn't change a thing, you know this how it get, uh
Level up on niggas, shoot a biopic
Let them tell the story how I made it rich
It's crowded in my city, had to move
Had to relocate, then I'd change my attitude
I play this Coletrane, I don't need your battered blues
Legendary space, ain't no man can fit his shoes
When I was growin' up, we all had different crews
I always knew what's up, if you down to bust a move
When the sin is sinkin' in, the water cavin' in the roof
Opponents in the noose, and what I do is Future Proof
Donned in shiny suits, I done came up from the roots
Streets littered heavy, cops shootin' and pollute
Harlem city lights, Brooklyn still commute
How he stay astute? 'Cause he studying his truth
It's regular to me, it's foreign when it's you
It's why I change the mood, I talk to God when I'm confused
And how he get the juice? I rally with my dudes
And it's a dirty game, boy, somebody gotta lose

[Chorus]
Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence
Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends
We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens
Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says?
Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out
Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out?
I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy
All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy

[Post-Chorus]
Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin' "Oh lord"
Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it's parkour
What this nigga thinkin'? Ship is sinkin', but he still ashore
I could tell that you hardly ready, probably 'cause you immature

[Chorus]
Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence
Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends
We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens
Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says?
Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out
Phone tap, phone tap, darling can you hear me out?
I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy
All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy