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I'm not drinkin', I'm just smokin' Back to back, it's hard to focus Got the gas, not in motion Stuck in traffic, stop-and-go shit Overcame procrastination I get paid without promotion Rappers out here jackin', jackin', jackin' They forgot the lotion, ooh I don't wanna talk, this ain't no negotiation Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I'm not interested in procreation I am not your big bro, fam we got no relation If you not on this side then you guilty by association, uh Check my reputation, you can check the résumé I ain't finished second place since I was in the 2nd grade It's second nature to me, this is how I set the stage (Stage) Check and raise, if you bet it then they better pay I'm a believer, exorcist the evil Got so many demons I can barely feel a fever This my demeanour even when I'm off tequila Your girl is a Meg Griffin, my girl is a Mila Let's get animated, Jolly Rancher, Fanta faded Drinks in the cabana very strawberry banana flavoured Go get your money girl, gender roles are antiquated I won't let the toxic masculinity contaminate it You druggin' women, you a piece of shit Yeah, you need to know that you need consent You be the type to talk the talk and then go plead the fifth I plead the second, make you eat this dick, how does it feel bitch? I'm not drinkin', I'm just smokin' Back to back, it's hard to focus Got the gas, not in motion Stuck in traffic, stop-and-go shit Overcame procrastination I get paid without promotion Rappers out here jackin', jackin', jackin' They forgot the lotion, ooh I don't wanna talk, this ain't no negotiation Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I'm not interested in procreation I am not your big bro, fam we got no relation If you not on this side then you guilty by association, uh I get older and I grow impatient I found money, it get harder to find motivation I'm so antisocial, I took no vacations I'm just rolling with the five I got, it's no rotations They wanna take me out the game, I'm a walking bucket Rafer Alston Rucker park, Rodney Harper Rutgers I've been outta pocket, I've been causing ruckus Y'all been outta business, y'all some motherfucking Fuddruckers Ayy, boy you better back up you a little too close I suggest you fix your face, might give you a new nose Who knows? On the weekend I did only two shows And I made enough that I could pay off all your student loans, aww I'm not drinkin', I'm just smokin' Back to back, it's hard to focus Got the gas, not in motion Stuck in traffic, stop-and-go shit Overcame procrastination I get paid without promotion Rappers out here jackin', jackin', jackin' They forgot the lotion, ooh I don't wanna talk, this ain't no negotiation Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I'm not interested in procreation I am not your big bro, fam we got no relation If you not on this side then you guilty by association, uh
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