Speak Gently

See in your boy's building, there should be an inflatable raft
 Use your scab (scab)
 Versus came bubble-wrapped in styrofoam
 It's pretty bland
 Home girl sayin', "Everybody just doin' what they can"
 I nodded, but nah, these dudes are trash (be honest man, be honest)
 Turn up at the scene of the crash
 I'm a bad penny
 I'm the feelin' after you killed 'em and seen the safe empty
 The weight lift like payday lendin'
 Face twist at the memory
 One machine for vending
 The other take empties
 This your land of plenty
 This your land of plenty
 It was all I could do to speak gently, gently
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 I'm only rhymin', where the whores at? (Fuck that)
 But any port in a storm, black
 Landed balls deep in the landed gentry
 Port of entry, centuries
 Melt away as they're formed with candles
 My Hasidim on Broadway, a Debbie downer
 Sonny Corleone on the causeway, easy pass past the cowards
 Speak gently
 Speak gently
 No one likes a show-off
 But my show-off, you just can't blow off
 I grab the microphone with one shoe off
 My other Fluevog flew across the room when some shit kicked off
 Bodies are fallin', furniture's movin'
 Burners are being slapped outta niggas hands (damn)
 I'm from the fellowship, can you talk about your hot potato?
 Little sumpin' to trip off (yeah)
 Operator, gimme the ambulance
 A tambourine crash from somebody's head
 Pieces of wig, weaves, and dreads
 Fools catchin' Z's left and right (get that, get that mother)
 Bitches swingin' purses
 Security nursing themselves like it was the fallout in Chernobyl
 Jaw-jackers in the corner
 Tryna dial out but it's no signal
 Especially if you're usin' T-Mobile
 Hollywood Cole yellin', "Who want that fade?" (nigga, what's happenin'? Nigga, what's?)
 Got slid on his back pockets
 Two of the home girls giving this big bitch the business
 All villains, all grown-ups, only one few soldiers
 Generals, mostly civilians
 But when caps start peelin', it was actually sad
 Almost like watchin' a fat guy do half a push-up
 Scalps was pushed back when the little homies pulled up
 Just speakin' gently, simple
 Hey, hey, hey, common, hey, homie
 Yeah, this nigga's wanted
 On the real, though
 Ah, on the real, nigga, what?
 Oh, shit, nigga
 Gimme the, gimme that shit, gimme that motherfucker
 I'm finna let these motherfuckers
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 So we're there, we're just like, talking or whatever
 (What's goin' on, what's goin' on, what's goin' on?)
 And I'm explaining (whatever, whatever) how's your new place?
 And so anyway, I had missed the whole thing
 'Cause I didn't get the piece of mail, blah, blah, blah, you know how it goes
 You gotta get your mail forwarded, you gotta get your mail forwarded
 I'm like, "Yo I know, I know, get organized"
 And you know, copping a plea, whatever
 But then, later, I'm sit, I'm, I'm like thinking, like
 Why I don't get my mail like
 You don't get your mail forwarded when you're poor
 Let me explain to you, right
 I lived in this building for like
 Almost 20 years (just say 20 years)
 And almost the whole time I lived there, I got mail for Rolodon
 I got mail for Mr. Sahadi
 I got a lot of mail, I was getting everybody's mail
 People you don't know
 You know, so I'm getting all these people's mail for like 15 years, I'm getting these people's mail
 20 years, I'm getting these people's mail
 And now, I come to another spot and the mailbox full of other people mail
 People who don't want they mail forwarded, you know what I mean?
 And you could tell
 'Cause you'd look at the mail and it's creditors, car insurance
 It's the, it's the hospital bills, police, man
 Ambulance, insurance
 That's why you don't get your mail forwarded (child protective services)
 Somebody getting my mail right now
 After I'm dead, they still gon' be getting my mail
 I'm getting your mail
 I'm reading it, it says you're broke