| I want my forty acres
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| I want to ignore the haters and make hits til they crying we the greatest
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| I made a decision
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| Cuts an incision with precision
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| I try to told them but they just didn’t listen
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| If I wasn’t persistent
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| Than what would I
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| Probably be begging the question of what could I
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| See but I’m just trying to be
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| And get these f*ckin wannabes from in front of me
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| They kinda make want me to cock the gun and squeeze like
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| Big booty bitches bring a pole to my Dungarees
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| Please you know I be handling beats
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| It’s a breeze
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| In my blood like I had a disease
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| I get at it and don’t cease
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| Cause I’m addict on beats the beast and an addict unleashed |