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Uh, Yeah, Look I'm antisocial, my antidote is some Henny soda Don't tell me lighten up nigga, I ain't Samy Sosa I'm 'bout to cop a six-four Impala and then candy coat it If I want it I manifest it the man's devoted I am the coldest I spit a verse and the mics get frozen No Ibuprofen you feel the pain when I write these notions I might be chosen you listen and tell me who the goat is They like to quote it it's like my era is from the golden Jumpin' in these water nigga you gone drown or float Ain't trying to ride no wave I told them "lemme drive the boat" I'm bringing it back like a FUBU jersey and Tommy coat I tell a peasant to dress me like King Jaffe Joe You think I'm trickin' I got news for you hoe I'm really stingy with this bread 'cause I ain't use to this doe And I'm a king, we done made it out of the noose and the rope So when I die bury me inside of a tomb full of gold I ain't blowing all this bread I'm investing my racks Most of these rappers acting rich but it's all really cap I'm trying to pull up in that 'rarri with the trunk in the front And nickname it Lil Nas got the horse in the back Yuh, R.I.P to Nipsey he gave back to his city He died a legend, put him next to Machiavelli and Biggie You other rappers you won't even be remembered in twenty 'Cause your 15 minutes of fame up. I'm actually