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I am a real Told he can swear me in I got a heavy double barrel in my box When my album drop, scared again And I'm to win at all costs Y'all talk a lot of shit, tryna my skin And rumor has it I'm crazy, I to see a therapist Well if the shoe fits, fuck it wear it then Cause I'm a go getter, I swear for ten I'm to turn up like a sombrero rim I'm kinda like a modern day Flynn It's Slum shit, fuck Katy Perry fans I rep Atlanta, I ain't never to Paris, France I switch lanes, crossing over I'm Jeremy Lin You can't admire me, don't let me catch you pimp I'm like a great white in this aquarium When I was young, I knew out caroling the holidays, they were pistol carrying In the spare, paper was imperative I'm reaching in my pocket, only there was lint Well I compare with then, don't to spare a cent We up in all black, in a pair of tens I ran up in a local house, I lay it down Motherfucker, show me where it is, I'm bout to take that
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