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    (You did good slick)

    Bitch, I keep a blade in my waistline, even in the daytime
    Born 'n' raised New Orleans, baby, bend the rules I'm shaped by
    Southside of the lake, I'll fight a fuck-boy 'cause he stay lyin'
    When all you know about me is whatchu heard through the grapevine
    All that fucking gossip, bitch, you might as well make wine
    Grey59, ho, I'm always dodging snakebites
    The devil thought he had me, but I juked him when I faked right
    All white Tributo, bitch, you ain't ever gon' see my brake lights
    Breaktime, go ahead and take five
    I'll be busy animorphing back into a great white
    No more shallow end, I swim in dark waters until it's daytime
    Hunt the bottom dwellers, this might be a fucking late night
    I'm a rare motherfucker, you make yours, and I'ma make mine
    While you saddle up the horse, I'ma sharpen up my steak knife
    Press you in the flesh like you a guest and we on Dateline
    Have you singing Hanson (hmm) boppin' on a Facetime
    Blanco came to town and fucked it up like Hurricane Ike
    Now go ahead and bob yo' head to the bassline

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    Anti seizure meds got me drowsy as I whip the Rolls
    Thinking back on simpler times like when I drove for Dominos
    Eyes welling up, I'm overwhelmed, but they don't know it
    When you become the family hero, ain't no time to show it
    Cut me, I bleed out panic
    Do I pop the Perc or Xanax?
    Fuck it, I'm taking 'em both, no point in switching seats on the Titanic
    Sleep walk through the damage, tell myself next time I'll manage better
    Whole gang outside with drum sticks, look like we tryna get the band together
    Cancel me like a give a fuck, I was birthed out a bridge burner
    When you see me holler Fort Wayne, I'm 2-3 like Myles Turner
    Would dig further, but I'm outta patience, okay, I got a line's worth
    Pop medicine like we playing, let's see who gon' die first
    Northside Slenderman, eastern bloc Babadook
    Taliban 59, second world Hannibal
    On a flight that's unlandable, Americana, I was made to die
    Give a fuck if they hate me 'cause before me, they hated Christ

    So much pressure, so much pressure on me
    So much pressure, so much pressure on me
    So much pressure, so much pressure on me
    And they wonder why the fuck I'm lonely

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