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Uh, man I need to finish, I should finish, man I to finish my album Go on tour, find Sarah, then I sip vodka kinda like a Young Calabasas king pin, life is a journey up a mountain Get a up and down, scouting, bouncer saying why you Just wear my hair up, blow my cover when I in, and DJ announce it You always with the model chicks, ain't thick, they just weigh a few ounces I'm a black panther, while me pounce quick, get the fire hose, douse them I don't mess with the rap game, me and Raury in the Falcon Ain't gone fill me up, with your doubt pen talk which girl saying how can this lil joker fit a thousand words in a sentence like a Malcom X Y Z try me around the globe regard me highly And I'm running the cops Cyrus Man these jokers think I'm Miley teen, and I might be In-between an and a Hypebeast And I know you don't me And its cause you just like me I just not to wear the wife beater, with the Nike's and the white tees And now wearing tight jeans Once upon a time you thought you'd me Well I guess now, we should square up, like my sap niggas up in Take a pair of parables and em up, for your damn poetry, embarrass us I'm under ground like I'm Harriet Clique is training, we to run shit lit I'll take my parents to London Trust you want this The clique is for the functions You ain't ready for the I my body like it's [?] pay a pretty penny if you touch it Call me Oneill I hit that with the free throw, swish ice on my wrist man I'm frio Aren't you hit done with the Your banana flows they appeal I you I'm the man of steel I believe in still Cause I got more ice than the I cannot buy no clothes I got to the store, it was Imma this at the shows I up my originals froze Since when is golden I was learning, you ain't notice, now I came and I'm on my grown shit a baby, you should focus The is numbing you, and now I'm spitting this, and novacane is over Running round the city a casanova Peter Piper picked a golden pencil from a shoulder a lyricist into a soldier How times have I told ya And how many times am I telling them because you see the melanin doesn't mean that I'm a felon and I'm here to show you the intelligence is the bullshit you're selling them They just want us all in and that They can take away our right to vote and use the free Ay I you're not a slave bruh And I didn't need to say much Man you knew you was born there, you were sent down here to save us But just keeps throwing shit at you and you was looking for a break huh? Huh, well it is