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Never had to prove that I need minutes
Player turned to coach, I’m Derek Fisher
Almost caught a charge but I didn’t
White bitch on my arm, like Brooklinen
Pull up on a nikka like Klay
I go hard no brakes
And I’m well connected like the interstates
Throw the hands like Tekken if you feel a way
Phases with my women like they condiments
Always in good faith like I was Protestant
Problems with commitment since my momma left
This my callin’
Money all in
If it ain’t up to me
I don’t want it
If we ain’t talkin green
You could pause it
My nikkas from the streets
We don’t gossip
End up in the dirt
Or a dog pen
So I shoot my shot
Like the Rockets

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I remember them days as a sperm
Chasing that egg and getting that Omlet
I thought I had I died
I hid in a tomb
I had a rebirth
Like a cocoon ugh
But I was stuck in a womb
At first it was cool
Then I get I got big
I needed more room
Hatching out
Lashing out
28 Large amounts ugh
I shit on the world and lower my pants
I'm washing my hands in the all of the oceans
I follow the notions
With gas from the stars
I use as some lotion
I'm stuck in the jungle
My life is jumanji
I'm jumping no bungie
I'm cutting the cord
A piece of my mind you can never afford
I'm buying a Bentley not buying a Ford

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