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I just-I just came through with all my misfits lookin' presidential Yeah, somebody call up J.G. Wentworth Your boy need a couple zeros in his net worth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Life's a game but who put this thing on expert? (Ye, ye) I been fasting for two weeks and now my head hurt Your pastor got a new whip, I got the same Toyota Working hard, so my girl ain't sellin' Fashion Nova (Woo) No tummy tea, no freeloading, this ain't baby Yoda He a real good fella, no Ray Liotta Nobody cares how you feelin' they just wanna hear some raps Don't play this in the club I don't wanna see you dance They not independent that's an industry plant Please don't come around me if you lookin' for some daps My comment section too wild, (Sorry) I just need to repent It's more like a freestyle I just needed to vent Why? 'Cause legends never die Yeah, you see that ribbon in the sky Wow, I just saw a video the other day that said I was apart of the Illuminati Uh, and I guess I'm here to clear things up I am! Hahahahaha I'm just kidding Uh, yeah, I got another round left in me I been workin' out tryna get the pounds off of me Letras de cancionesI been stressin' out tryna run this race called life without wreckin' now Not sure how this rap thing goin', but it's workin' out Neighbors knockin' on my door, "Why you record in the house for?" I been on tour, I'm tryna be in my house more Wop, Satan waitin' on my downfall (Ayy) That's when I switch it up, I hit him with the southpaw (Woo) Uno, dos, tres, lookin' at the board only 20 seconds left If I hit the halfcourt I'ma need that big check I'ma cop a pink range in the name of Dipset Gotta take my time, I'm always in a rush now Haters gon' watch from the side, that's a buss down (Woo, woo) Black mamba with the clutch now (R.I.P.) Mix it with that Tom Brady that's a touchdown, woo I just-I just came through with all my misfits lookin' presidential Presidential, pr-pr-presidential Presidential, pr-pr-pr-presidential From Letras Mania