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Yo, wagwan dawg? What's good boy? What's good with Yeah, I'm chilling, fam. In the studio, man. You know, it ain't pop that. They try to make up something for the people Now. Tell me something I don't. It ain't pop. You just keep telling the truth, Man. You're feeling alive. Yeah, I got something to say, man. You Yeah, listen. Come on. Yeah, I don't, I don't know where to start From, but I got lots to spit from my Belly. Feeling like a beast. I wouldn't say Beauty and the Beast, 'cause I'm Not as ugly as you see. But I'm hungry, I still run up in your Feast. So many will say I don't open up My social. I get it, I get it. I can't even remember you all except if I See your face, yo. I couldn't remember my parcel To my hamster, so how can I recall you All in this world, my G? Whether you like it or not, they must got Something to say, you know, on the peak. Some might spit in your face and tell you, "You wack, mate." The truth is simple. People around you won't get your message. But the farther you stay, the more you get Noticeable anyway. So I try to spread my music As far as I can, so no negativity will Hold me stand, my G. Fold me up and throw me into the den. But still yet, I'ma keep grinding. You see me? More things, you get me? Fucking hell, man. Giving feelings. Emotional lies. Fucking