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The life he live's a fairy, like, "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it scary The words that I spit don't fit in category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, 'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's all get buried
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I had a little homie named Revere Smokes blunt blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit a guy
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