Playing it Close

Cause I was playin it...... Uh Huh Yea Now I aint like some of these other niggas flexin a tool Cause you attract just how you act So I pity the fool Keeping it cool Or at least to say I do Sometimes smelling myself though like my name is Badu So "Can I get the window seat" my cousin said to me On the way to the mall, West Oaks exactly Knowing shit about that mall you probably get the scene Shit was different cause this time it involved the police Remember the police with the shotgun and he had cocked it What if he had shot it would he need Jonnie Cochran Or maybe out of self defense I was being obnoxious Either way he still walk while I be the one lost it Going back to his family having a fucking ball While my momma losing it with the texts and the calls Just to see on the news her baby done lost it all Couldn't make it to see Hampton the very next fall Cause I was playing it close ...... Cause I was playing it close....... It don't matter not a minute nor hour facing disaster Cause I was playing it close Or what about the time out in Hampton you with ya homies Everybody got liquor, Prime drinking a 40 Homecoming season when coming home not a notion Drinking down the bottle while freeing bottled emotions Going straight to 47 for the family link I get to the door through the crack smell the stink Good gas pearled up in papers and game leafs And Cool brought his folks and they bought Hennessy and the Wings Time pass by niggas bout to dip Cuba leave his gas crib empty no trip Just to return to the owners and other niggas and shit To see an empty bag of crumbs where the gas use to sit Everybody leave these niggas just get to arguin Going at each other necks like dogs who done barkin At least be honest admit who the one who had sparked it Cuba slapped the table the other homie done lost it Pulled out his gun and pointed it in an instance Between Cuba and the barrel a couch in the distance Owner was yappin but knowing he the one that's trippin Unconsciously I stepped in like an intermission But what if his reflexes jumped and the gun had went off A bullet go through my body but not below the heart Not too far from the gun so it would've did the most But I guess it would've been my fault for playing it close Cause I was playing it close ...... Cause I was playing it close....... (And that was the first day I even met Cuba) It don't matter not a minute nor hour facing disaster Cause I was playing it close