Dont You Understand (Lil Uzi) Album: The Conference DavinciBeats verse 1 all yah niggas sound familiar, I'm not trying to create a repetition, who's the distributor to yah mc"s, I'm not trying to be the dealer, I'm just trying to understand why yah all sound so similar , my mind rested on the edge of anticipation, waiting for the competition to blow up, yahs DOA said yesterday but i still haven't seen none of yah niggas show up, my intention weren't to murder you, it was to release the depth of creativity and then serve it you, tell all them little hoes i was deployed for vacation, only bad bitches aloud and now none of them saying shit, if i was proposed to a apocalypse with a bible and two swords of optimist, would you still have a smile on your face, not knowing wether or not your life would end, opening the manual to a side-script time afflict, picturing a dedication of some sort of fornication, a two time affair with a case of sense of no obligation, reserving a life sentence between 2 to 99, declined it as it got repented and proclaimed it as a crime, cause Kendrick's verse was descended, almost as much as mine, i hope none of yah niggas were offended, still in progress trying to figure out what my life's representing, seems like your albums been overdue, cause me myself heard that shit before you, kinda ironic, how you dissed me and your only acception was for me to be on it, the only message i got from that shit, was a hint of practice, ill even give you a flow and let you borrow it to see if you could match it but until then heres the link to my new song DOD you can have it, verse 2 i let loose the hinge off my mind cap, two days ago and still no sense of a reply back, i hate to see the destined fade away in fatality, insisting me questions that have no meaning of a detail found to be, with a notebook and magic pencil, creating the definition of somethings that sound so simple, a vase full of kemo, a hand full of X-rays, with transparent radiograms with the image of your soul, labeled with the print of script illuminati, another nigga hypnotized, like the day the hope said faith done ran the fuck out of me, if Gisele Bundchen was approached in sight, would i stay right minded or loose control, stable or off balance, instigating but who said Tom Brady would know, could i finish my sentence, without being interrupted, by the foundation of paparazzi, telling all the inconsiderate females, this is how your life should set out ought to be, i ripped the capsule off and planted a mine right in front of it, cause these bitches are seemingly lost of the right mind set, or maybe just to retarded to understand it, if i gave you a map of the world and a transporter to end up wherever you mentality desired, would you still be in presence, or fall away in the devils hands because of something else that inspired, my mind rested on the edge of anticipation,waiting for the competition to blow up, yahs DOA said yesterday, and i still haven't seem none of yah niggas show up Bridge: when i left the game they said i made an imprint, but apparently i wasn't in the right mind set, interviews and conversations on how they say I'm crazy, i say yes to that no wait maybe, wait look who's that its about time they show up, but i still aint hearing shit, ig the competition still hasn't blown up

• published: 22 Aug 2013
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