"I wouldn't say there was any hesitation because I felt like it's just two totally different songs," Hamad said of the beat. He explained the song was initially made for Cole's 2104 Forest Hills Drive album, but ended up saving it and using it on 4 Your Eyez Only. Cole's manager, Ibrahim "Ib" Hamad addressed the controversy over the beat during an interview with Billboard magazine. yall the definition of petty lol," he tweeted. "Got more money than me, wayyyy more placements than me and still come for me on a daily. In response, Teck accused Boi-1da and Vinylz of being petty. Vinylz also alleged that Foreign Teck reverse engineered his beat, gave it to Tiller and then tried to cover it up by allegedly offering Boi-1da and Vinylz publishing on Tiller's tune. Vinylz accused Foreign Teck of jacking their beat, explaining that Cole's track was recorded before Tiller's, and that after he sent the Florida producer a video of him making the instrumentation to "Deja Vu," Teck posted on Instagram not long after a beat with the same drums. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Vinylz and Boi-1da's production sounds similar to Florida beatsmith Foreign Teck's instrumentation for Bryson Tiller's ballad, " Exchange." Upon release of the 4 Your Eyez Only album, there was some controversy as to whom really made the "Exchange" beat first. Cole - 4 Your Eyez Only Album Lyrics1.4 Your Eyez Vu4.Foldin Clothes5.For Whom the Bell 's Mine, Pt. Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse fro. We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words Our condolences go to his family, our prayersīut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas yo.) (I swear to God-nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)Ī tragedy, another tragedy in the black community I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning newsĬause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22 No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop) Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar billsīloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' manĮyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they handsĪll of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scramįinger on trigger make a little nigga understand Time is short that's what somebody told me You can dream but don't neglect the execution I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more I give up, I give in, I move back a little I no longer bury demons, I be a vessel for the truth I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve If I fall, dust it off and regain my selfįuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt Yeah, prodigal son, got a new gun, this oneĭon't run out of ammo lately been working on my handlesĬan I ball, become a star, and remain my self So reach for it, get referred to God I'm going hard niggaīut the only real change come from inside Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facilityįiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'ĭoin' dirt hoping to God, He know my intentions I know you desperate for a change at the pen glideīut the only real change come from inside (come from inside) The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life See I believe if God is real, he'd never judge a manīecause he knows us all and therefore he would understand It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to HellĪsking the father for forgiveness-God, I'm overwhelmed (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)Īs if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a dateīut see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breathīringing me closer to heaven's doors with every stepĪs we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days My intuition is telling me there'll be better days
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