| Sir
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| Man, if I don’t-, huh-uh-huh-uh-huh
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| Bitch, I shop at Whole Foods like I’m boujee
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| Pass the blunt, my mind is missin'
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| Tweet my shit, I need the mentions
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| Stop pretendin'
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| Look, look
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| Ridin' 'round the city like a side bitch
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| Hermit 'til I die, close the blinds, bitch (Bitch)
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| Mama told me, «Baby, you’s a prophet, so profit» (Profit)
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| Treat these fucking labels like a side-, hold up
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| Fuck it dog, I had to do it (Ooh)
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| Reviewers looking stupid, stick to music
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| I am the Black God, fuck a human, Stanley Kubrick (Yeah)
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| You know this rappin' shit be therapeutic
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| Pitchfork told me to never be abusive 'less I’m movin' units
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| I see what the truth is
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| 'Cause niggas preaching 'bout the pussy be the biggest douches
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| Wow
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| Suh
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| Nasty
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| Damn, Peggy
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| I’m out the window lookin' real stupid, fuck that
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| It’s young Scully how I peep the ruins (Shh), trust that
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| I whip the whip like the shit been boosted (Whip it)
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| My bus pass ain’t been legit since I smashed Karrueche (Not true)
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| These people thinking that they warriors, they straight Kabuki (It happen)
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| I hit your mama with that Conker’s Bad Fur Day
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| GoldenEye, hit 'em up (Uh)
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| Perfect Dark nigga for the job, so I zip 'em up
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| Put 'em in a bag like I’m pickin' up dog shit
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| Ooh |