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Yea Yea uh OK Yea I'm feeling better with the lights off I always been crooked Every single way they took it They was always overlooking him How you shouldn't How you couldn't How you can't And I don't really dance Spit astanzalikefans do How youlet em canyou? And I don't really care dude She sipping on my man juice Like we was both ran through I couldn't stand you so then you up and left I been steady turning profits I'ma spread it on my chest Booty bars bout to start a family Shorty needed crest The way the wettest flow I think I'm bout to get it to the end Level with my sensei Bеtter than my old friend Pool of lava stick my head in with my wholе neck And I did not condone checks But shit is getting difficult Swear I been living While opponents going imbecile Soiled it get in the hole And foil all your plans Say what's in the brain I'm feeling like I'm with the Jansport My shorty back and forth It got your shorty building ant forts You can't storm the fort I put no troopers up It's a drawbridge Been spit it since a novice Talks with big homies How I'm the one alive the longest? And I don't claim savior but they always seem to praise me Feel like Jimi Hendrix pull strings and get lazy Word This shit don't hurt and I'm the first really Stuck in the kitchen way that I be making chili dogs Weigh the pound but we still don't get along Making sounds but they don't know analog Yea uh OK Shoutout Ashley again Yea Sitting in the room Next to me Again probably Yea With the bong and shit For real She's cooling out I guess OK