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[INTRO]
Why is there a phone holder in here?
Who writes on their phone?
I-I-I, I use paper, you know?
You know, like the old days
Uh-hmm
We recordin'?
Oh shit!

[VERSE]
Dear older me, get a load of me
Came a long way, from doin' shows for free
Yeah, used to free style in my homie's Jeep
Now, my flow 'bout to buy me a home and jeep
Facts, facts
One hunnid, all I've ever been
Fuck rap, if you want to brawl, we can get it in
Been dope with a pen, way before Eminem
Only white boy in a cypher, and didn't flinch
Facts, facts
Let's talk about song writin'
Stats, stats
Let's talk about streams
Let's talk about, I'm talkin' about, facts
While you muh'fuckers talkin' about dreams
Snacks, snacks
Let's talk about y'all bitin'
Crack, crack
Let's talk about fiends
'Cause, bitch, I'm dope, and bitch, you broke

[Chorus]
So, you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid, since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back since nintey-eight?
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
So, you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid, since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back, since nintey-eight?
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
Tell these haters, pipe down

[VERSE]
Dear present me, I'm presently
The beast, under the bed, you never see
But you know it's there, an' I know you scared
'Cause, when I show up, ya 'on't ever speak
Facts, facts
I see fear, and you hate this, fake bitch
You prolly sit, when you take a piss, make hits
Got the spirit of greatness
Run up on the stage, an' yo' band go ape shit
Ridin' in a Caddy, wit' a semi-automatic
Ain't no mothafuckin' care in the world
Shorty got a fatty, an' she rollin' up a fatty
Think I might just have to make her my girl
An' I ain't smoked in years, had to focus, had to clear
Hit the shit, I might never come down
But I ain't gotta smoke, in order to tell a fuckin' joke
I swear this shit has got me laughin' out loud
'Cause, it's so, it's so funny
You think I care 'bout what you think
They say, you are what you eat
So, I stay off of news feeds, ooh-wee
I always gave my all, but never gave a fuck
So, trust me, I won't ever let your two cents leave me bankrupt

[Chorus]
So, you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid, since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back since nintey-eight?
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore, I put this mic down
So, you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid, since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back, since nintey-eight?
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
Tell these haters, pipe down, yeah