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Uh uh uh uh uh uh
IGH!
Nana
Yup
Wooooh, ah!

1]
Young black boy, how he got the labels
like, "Chano, you ain't playin' fair!
You gon' set a bad for the average bear
You a Yogi, you idle while in child's position"
I be like, naw, these my sons, this care
I'mma show em how to make it and make it fair
it there, they could kill me and I ain't gon' care
You is just an ankle weight, than some angel cake
Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier Ableton
Make a plate and a player
Make em it
Just don't count your sheep before they
You chickens 'fore eggs
Eat your dinner 'fore you say your

I'm up in this bitch (x7)
I'm up in this...

2]
Young tactician, just got my finished
Beat the tortoise by a hair in an '04 Ford
On a with a wax finish
There's a lot of metaphors, you lack vision
You just bad
UH!
All your been lower case
class, lower key
I'm the minor minority in priority
Sippin' gin and while I plot upon authority
of my horoscope, feeling like the oracle
Ain't no rules,
IGH!